The cat is finally off my lap, so that's progress. Speaking of Progress, we've finished (marinara libation to FSM) mixing the new album _The_Minotaur_ and all that's left is mastering, artwork and manufacturing. Easy as rolling off a log (and then getting crushed by hundreds of other logs...). We're in a Jack-Bauer-like race against The Digital Clock to have something available for your sweaty hands by June, and Hope springs Eternal around here. Where's Chloe when I need her?
Speaking of Time Marching On, things aren't all that altered for HoJo Inc. Glenn is still wrestling Linux for IBM, Chris has moved further North, Peter has become a Gentleman of Leisure, Travis is now a Happily Married Man panning for Gold, and me: I'm Ed Mc'Mahon, Comedy Relief and eternal SideKick. Well, somebody has to say "whadda we do now, boss?" to keep the plot moving. The burden of a Real Job keeps me from the joy of driving 800 miles a day to sleep on the floor of the soundman's apartment, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make if it keeps me in Houston Jones.
Speaking of Houston Jones, in Side-Project-Land there's a fair amount of action. Houston ampersand Jones is a great way to focus in on Travis' voice and the lovely interplay between the 2 acoustic guitars. I'm especially happy to note that Springhouse featuring Chris and the increvable Jane Selkey is out and about, highlyhighly recommended. Myself and Kathleen have the Flying Salvias (featuring Peter Tucker) at Cafe Triese in Berkeley every 3rd Thu until the End of Time. And, as a Gentleman of Leisure Peter is At Large and Available for Irish Weddings, Biker runs, and Sundry Engagements where Percussion will Enhance your Musical Experience. Book Now!
Speaking of Books, the new Album (we olds like to call music collections Albums, in memory of the original Folios of 78RPM discs sold in photo album covers, even though music no longer rotates and photos live with music in The Cloud, so they have that in common again) is a mix of genres and styles beaten into shape on the Forge of Musical Experience. The Forge is the secret Ingredient we can't mention on the Internet that takes a 40's samba, a sea chanty, a country ballad, an NRBQ-based rave-up, and an R&B-styled explanation of how I met my wife into a coherent whole. But I must also give props to the mad skilz of Cookie Marenco, Galadriel of Acoustic Recording. She's a master (mistress? mastette? hmm...) at creating a natural soundscape that showcases the band in the best possible light.
If you found your way here you probably don't need a pointer to our home base on the InnerTubes but here it is anyway to check up on our schedule. We've got some interesting shows this summer, including the Little Fox Bar and Bar in Redwood City in June (but hey, there's a Grilled Cheese shop around the corner), our trip to See the Cowboys in July, and another Musical Mayhem Extravaganza at the Freight ampersand Salvage in Nov with Stevie Coyle, the Lost Dauphin of Folk. Houston Jones, the Pasty Pounders of Palpatating Polyrhythm, Making Musical Mayhem Mauling Mahler and Manhandling Mendelsshon. Hotcha!
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