Saturday, September 28, 2013

Liverpool Legends...June 26,2012...Branson Missouri


The wife's been itching for a vacation and I figured it would do me good as well to get out of the house for a few days. We decided to go to Branson, Missouri, which is basically a tourist trap for people in the heartland who won't commit to Vegas or the coasts. Not that I'm putting it down. There are a lot of cool places to see and things to do. The main draw of Branson is live shows. Mainly country and western tributes, "jubilees" and "jamborees". Mickey Gilley has a theater there. Jim Stafford as well. The Oak Ridge Boys is probably the most recognizable act to own their own theater in Branson. LOTS of tributes, impersonators, and artists who have passed their "heyday". Ticket vendors are everywhere.

I'd only been in Branson once before today. We stopped here for a while on the way home from a Sigur Ros concert in Kansas City. We didn't have time to do much of anything that day. There's a place called the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum that we checked out. A lot of fun. They've got a hologram of Walt Disney or somebody that I thought was fascinating. I'm obsessed with holograms.

The one attraction I saw at the time that really interested me was a big theater completely decked out in Beatles regalia and the words "Liverpool Legends" in big letters on a banner that hung over the entrance. It looked like a really big deal, obviously a Beatles tribute band. I didn't know if show was a long-running affair or for a limited time but I decided that if I ever came back to Branson I would go see Liverpool Legends.

So this opportunity came up to spend three nights in a really nice hotel in Branson that came with an entertainment package where we could pick two shows from a hefty list of the theaters and attractions on the strip. Even if I hadn't already decided on Liverpool Legends much earlier I would have picked it because it was the only show that looked even halfway worth seeing (speaking for myself...I don't know what the wife might have wanted to see...she already surmised we'd go to the Beatles thing). I'm not sure exactly how much we paid for the tickets since they were built in to the package but looking up their website I found that they typically went for around $30 apiece. Okay, that wasn't so bad if the production was at the level I hoped it would be.

I saw some video clips of the group and indeed they had a good sound. It was obvious that they'd spent a LOT of time getting the music down as perfectly as possible and to be sure they did bear striking resemblances to the original Fab Four...of course some of that visual magic was probably the work of stage make-up, lighting and precise placement of the group members.

They already had enough going for them, sight unseen, to pique my curiosity. I was already looking forward to the concert even when I read that Liverpool Legends is the only Beatles tribute band personally endorsed by George Harrison's sister. I guess that matters to some people. A seal of approval. It didn't mean all that much to me because I've seen two other Beatles tribute bands who were as good as any other could be...you can say that without having heard other bands for points of reference because the template is already established.

But enough build-up. Here we are in Branson and the concert was last night, I'm ready to reveal what I thought about the show...

We arrived at the Icon Theater, where the production was slated to happen. If it was the same building they played 4 years ago it no longer displayed the overwhelming Beatles imagery. There was a Volkswagen Beetle outside the front door painted in bright yellow with the band's name and the words "Yellow Submarine" and periscopes sticking out of the roof just like the cartoon submarine in the film of the same name.

The box office serves as a concession stand where people can wait for the show to begin. It is mandatory that the audience be in the building 30 minutes before the show. I couldn't figure out why that would be necessary, other than the possibility that it meant a lot of people getting tired of waiting and buying stuff the eat and drink. That's what I did. I ordered a coke. They only offer one size and it's $2.50. I couldn't tell you exactly how big it was but I'll guess 20 ounces. Did you get that? TWENTY OUNCES for TWO DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS!!! I don't think I've ever paid that much for a soda, ounce for ounce. They served bottled beer as well. I wouldn't venture a guess as to how much they were charging for those.

About 10 minutes before the show a line had formed in front of the stairway that led into the actual theater. Then about 5 minutes the door was opened and we all went in.

The first thing that struck me was the seating. Rows of restaurant chairs. Uncomfortable and tacky. The theater looks high class from the outside so I was taken aback that there weren't rows of cushioned seats. We were told it was "open seating". I suppose it would have to be seeing as how it's pretty hard to enforce seating arrangements of RESTAURANT CHAIRS. We sat toward the back, as I can't stand anything too loud and I thought it wouldn't be so bad if we were far enough away from the stage. Besides, the farther back you sit the more like the Beatles the band looks.

I should have known better by the size of the room. I've played in clubs that were bigger than this room. Some halfway decent lights were at the front of and behind the stage. The backdrop was a black curtain with little white "star" bulbs covering it. I decided that, despite my expectations realistic or otherwise, there would not be a multi-media presentation. Maybe I was spoiled by the production of "Rain" we say in Tulsa a couple of years ago, with it's excellent backdrops, stage settings and period costumes. Liverpool Legends was a far cry from that. They basically wore two outfits, one for each set. The first was, predictably, the collarless suit and tie. For the second they wore stuff from the "Help" period. Its what they wore during the performance of "The Night Before" in that movie. I thought for sure that would at least have Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band uniforms. Nope.

Even though we'd taken our seats in the back of the first set of seats, to hopefully get a break from the loudness, we were still blown away by ridiculous volume levels coming from the mains at the stage as well as speakers mounted above us (which we did not see, else we would have retreated even farther back into the second row of...uh...you got it...restaurant chairs. The combination of room size and volume was almost unbearable. We DID get up and go to the back during intermission. I spent a lot of time during that first set wondering if staying at the show was worth the hearing loss that would only exacerbate the tinnitus I already suffer from. I kept thinking about Mahler's 9th Symphony and how the ringing in the ear would make me depressed during the softer passages. That sounds crazy, I know. But it's true. There was absolutely NO reason why this show was this loud. None.

Okay...did the Liverpool Legends resemble the Beatles? Well, the distance from the stage would make all the difference in the world. Unfortunately, as I mentioned earlier, there wasn't enough space in the room for anyone to be far enough away from the stage to get the full effect. The "John Guy" probably looked the most like the person he was portraying. The "Paul Guy" bore a slight resemblance, though he had a lot of stage make-up on his face. He played his bass left-handed so that was a plus (even the "Paul Guy" from "Rain" was a right hand man). The "George Guy", to my eyes, looked more like Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits than George Harrison. Then there was the "Ringo Guy" who was kind of hard to see, being hidden behind the drums. He had the nose (prosthetic or real). He played with that unmistakable "Ringo Slouch" but lost points for being right-handed.

I know, it sounds like I'm really tearing them up here, but not really. All the issues I had with the program where with things that had nothing to do with the Liverpool Legends ability to mimic the Beatles, their singing and playing and performance style. A better production would have been much appreciated but all that, to me at least, takes a back seat to the group's talent.

And they were talented. I would have been able to appreciate that even more at a decent volume but I have to hand it to them, they succeed as a Beatles tribute band insomuch as they actually sound like the Beatles. The harmonies were really tight. The "Paul Guy" was the only one who struggled a little to sound like his character. I say that but actually he did sound a lot more like Paul McCartney than most people could. Musically they were very well rehearsed. It sounds trite but it's true, you could close your eyes, listen to the music and actually feel like you were hearing the real thing. The "George Guy" was especially impressive with his solos...he knocked the one from "Something" out of the park.

Song selection was okay. Could have been a lot better. No "I Want to Hold Your Hand" or "She Loves You", one of which I would think were mandatory for acts like this. Of all the great songs to choose from the White Album they chose the ridiculous "Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da". Well I suppose "Birthday" is on that one, too, and they did it justice. "No Reply" was good. A very nice take on "In My Life". I wish I could remember the song, but at one point "Paul Guy" actually forgot the first line...that was kind of hard for me to believe, all things considered. He recovered well, some people probably didn't even notice.

When they began playing "The End" I told my wife it would be the last song and we should leave immediately following...not because of the music or the show...it was the floor. For some reason it shook pretty hard a few times during that last several minutes. The audience in front of us were up and dancing pretty hard, but not hard enough to make the ground feel like an earthquake was happening. That's exactly what it felt like. Sort of rattled me and I wasn't bothered at all that the band kicked into an encore as we walked downstairs.

A strange thing, immediately following the show they had a booth set up where you could meet and greet the four members of the band and buy souvenirs and autographed memorabilia from them. I think they would even let you take pictures with them. Above and beyond the call of duty, I say. I had no desire to partake in that portion of the proceedings. I had no idea coming in that such a thing was scheduled. Why would I want a picture of myself posing with a guy who "kinda looks like a Beatle"? Or "kinda looks like Peter Noone" as the case may be.

To sum it all up, yes, I would see Liverpool Legends again, on the condition that the volume was at a reasonable level. I would also insist on a reduced ticket price based solely on the seating. And a seat in the back.

The trip to Grand Prairie, Sigur Ros concert 4/7-9/13

So, I'd been looking forward to the concert ever since it was first announced and we bought tickets. Originally it was going to be all three of us. Bryan and I were obviously not going to miss it, but I was surprised when Stacie said she wouldn't mind going along if it wouldn't make Bryan uncomfortable. You know, being seen out in public with the parents seems to be a real issue around here, as I assume it is the same with a lot of 17 year olds. She said she wanted to go because it would be something different. She hadn't been to a show like this before and I guess we kind of absorbed her into the camp of Sigur Ros fans by playing their music in the car so much while she drove. So I thought that was pretty cool and Bryan was okay with it. When he gave me his answer he said, "I'm not a little kid anymore, you know!" That was funny in it's own particular way and I had to try not to laugh.

The tickets went on sale in November, I think it was. For a concert that wasn't going to happen until early April. So yes, the wait was a long one. Surprisingly it didn't seem that way. I put it out of my head, didn't really think about it much until a few days beforehand.

Unforeseen scheduling issues came around and Bryan was unable to go. I know he was disappointed but oddly he didn't seem too shook up. Not nearly as shook up as I would have been. This meant we were stuck with a third ticket and nothing to do with it. I don't have any friends in these parts that are Sigur Ros fans and even if I did they would have to make plans for a Dallas trip we couldn't have helped them with. I wanted my daughter to come but I couldn't expect her to be able to find someone to watch the kids and scramble up a hotel room on what was relatively short notice. I put it up on Craigslist about a week and a half before the show but I've never used that service and for all I know the ad didn't even get published. There was the possibility of selling it at the show to anyone who was looking for a single ticket. I didn't feel comfortable selling it someone I'd have to sit next to for the entirety of the performance so I wasn't keen on that idea. As it turned out there wasn't anyone looking for a seat. Upon further deliberation I concluded that the $15 parking fee could have contributed to that situation. Who is going to pay $15 in hopes of getting a ticket? We wound up eating the $50 we paid for it. I chose to look at it in two ways. Number one, the wife would have an empty seat next to her which would be more comfortable. And number two, I figured even if we cut it in half and added it to the regular ticket price, $75 was still a really, really good price to pay for such an essential concert.

We left early Sunday morning with a reservation at a Howard Johnson hotel...

Well, we THOUGHT it was a Howard Johnson hotel. It turned out to be a Howard Johnson MOTEL in a neighborhood that, though it didn't seem too poor, was not exactly filled with places to see and things to do. I was very concerned upon entering the office that the motel would turn out to be less-than-inviting. Bad enough that we were both disappointed it wasn't an actual hotel. Don't know how we could have made such a mistake when we reserved it.

Still, the room wasn't so bad. It seemed clean enough. It might not have been luxurious but wouldn't be too terrible to spend a couple of nights in. The only real concern I had was that the water was slightly discolored. It was like the water in our town becomes when the river shifts and the fine dirt gets on the line. I'm sure the Howard Johnson water issue was similar and even it wasn't as bad as we've experienced here. I wondered if all of Grand Prairie's water supply was similarly "tainted". I kind of hoped it was...

Monday morning, the day of the concert, we sat around goofing off for a good chunk of the morning. When lunch time came around we couldn't be bothered so we decided to eat a large "lunch/dinner" in the mid-afternoon and maybe get something small after the show.

Don't ask me why, I don't even know myself...we wound up at the Golden Corral. Ugh. Nothing against Golden Corral in general, but the food isn't exactly remarkable. It's good if you're really hungry and want to pig out. The salad bar is good, if you don't mind eating off of a salad bar. But I always walk out feeling awful, or maybe it's an hour or so before I start feeling awful...I just know that many is the time I've said "never again". It was all my doing this time. I'll take the blame. Stacie wanted Chili's and in retrospect I seriously wish I'd followed her lead...hell, there was a Chili's not 200 feet from the Corral we ate at...It's bad enough we made that choice but to have made it on a real vacation, when you'd think we could "shoot the moon", was practically a sin.

This area (and maybe Grand Prairie in general, I don't know) is very much a Latino community. That whole damn Golden Corral was packed with Latinos. There couldn't have been 10 caucasions in the bunch. Which, of course, I have no problem with. It's cool...but then again it was quite disorienting to hear every conversation taking place in the restaurant being spoken in Spanish. It was, I suppose, a "shoe-on-the-other-foot" moment. Food quality, however, knows no geographical boundaries and this was some of the worst. Just one look at the salad bar and I knew immediately that I would not be eating from it...which was disappointing because that's usually what I load up on. I wound up sampling the taco salad & chili which I had hoped would be better, having originated in a Latino restaurant, than your typical Golden Corral. That turned out not to be the case. I should have known that GC's food is all the same anywhere and everywhere.

We got to the theatre and, as alluded to above, were greeted by a team of parking lot attendants enforcing the $15 parking fee signs. Of course we had no idea it would cost us to park because the lot is adjacent to the venue and obviously it's not owned by anyone other than the theatre. So I guess they're the ones reaping the profits. At any rate we did not have $15 in cash on hand. Apparently the policy allowed in such cases is that you give them your driver's license and get cash from the ATM inside then bring it out to exchange for your license. What if someone didn't have the cash OR the money in the bank? Or what if they just didn't have their credit card with them? Would they have to turn around and leave having already paid for a ticket? We did as we were told, feeding even more money into the ATM charge and the money our bank would tack on would be even more.

But it was Sigur Ros, so we never gave it a second thought.

The show was magnificent, as I knew it would be. Jonsi's voice was in fine form, the sound was exceptionally well mixed even if it was much, much too loud. The song selection was good (really hoped they'd play "Glosoli", which was the first of a two-song encore). Light show was jaw dropping, to put it mildly. They had an opening act...a one man vintage synth drone musician known as Onethrix Point Never. I hate to be negative about someone trying to do something new and different, but his set was very boring. It was a tedious wait for the band to take the stage, but once they did time flew by way too fast.

We decided the day before that we were going to avoid the heavy Dallas Interstate traffic entirely if at all possible. God I hate that traffic. I'm not that good of a driver and my nerves always get the best of me. We google a route that would avoid highways and even though it added another hour to our arrival time I felt it would be well worth it. A few commercial roads and farm roads, it was so much better than I-35 etc. Google got it wrong a couple of times and we almost got lost, but the MapQuest GPS saved the day. Those Texas farm-to-market roads are barren in some places.

We did make it home, though, and glad to see it we were.

Monday, September 23, 2013

big sleep memories w/ show flyers

Another post from one of my umpteen blogs (most of which sit idle with less than 10 posts). Anyway, it gives quite a bit of detail about the time I spent with big sleep, one of the better bands I've been associated with over the years. Following the post I've included every flyer I made for the group during the short time I was with them. Click on image to enlarge:

I wrote this for my son, who was understandably pissed off because his high school marching band was told to cut their show short at last night's game. I suppose the all the halftime performances were running a bit over schedule, but still there was no excuse not to push back the third quarter a couple of minutes so the band could finish. Especially when he had a spotlight solo during the last song. One that he'd worked very hard on and had worked to perfection. He doesn't handle this kind of disappointment well so I wanted to share something that would maybe place it into a perspective that would offer some solace. I'd originally intended to send it via facebook...he certainly did not want to talk about it last night. But then I changed my mind for some reason. I'm not even sure I know why. But the message I wrote was still valid...maybe he'll see it here someday, though I wouldn't bet on it. I doubt he visits this blog at all. So what the hell, eh? I'll share it anyway for it's nostalgia value.


I understand how disappointed you must have been last night when they called the band off the field before you got to play the solo in "Beth". You worked on that long and hard. You had it down. There's no question it would have been very impressive. The solo you played in "Oye Como Va" was as good as I've heard you play, but the fact of the matter is that you should have gotten the opportunity to do both. It was part of the program that won the superior ratings, very likely played a substantial role in getting such high marks. It was wrong and even stupid to cut the show short. If I had known who was responsible I would have given them a piece of my mind. The football team this year are a huge disappointment while the band has excelled, it only seems logical that you would have been given some kind of priority. Moreover, there were still a couple of minutes left in the half which was plenty of time for the song.

But what's done is done. One day, when at a class reunion or something, when talk turns to the less than positive aspects of being a senior in this silly small town, you'll have a story to tell about how Prague High School screwed you. :)

The whole fiasco reminded me of something that happened to me, though not related to school. It might take a lot of words to relate it but I'll go ahead in hopes that even if you don't choose to read it now, perhaps one day you will.

I'll start it at the point where I was playing with a band called Big Sleep. By the time I'd joined them they had already built up a fairly large fan base. The sets they played were divided almost equally between cover songs and originals. The covers were a mix of popular underground songs and much more obscure fare which they hoped would "turn people on" to different kinds of music and new bands. Their own songs were very, very good. Musically they were inventive while remaining accessible. The lyrics were much, much deeper than practically anything I'd ever heard with subjects that were rarely heard in any genre of music at the time. Song titles like "Yahweh Observed", "Held Under Water", "Pyre", "Cage Hotel", "Sympathy Trap"...

Needless to say I was thrilled when asked to join the group as bassist (which allowed the original bassist to move to rhythm guitar to replace a guitarist they'd just fired...justifiably, I might add). I did little else during the following two weeks but learn the parts to all of their material. It wasn't hard because, as I said, it was all really very good. It's easy to pick up on stuff like that when you're enjoying it. By the time we played the first show with me on board I had those songs down even better than the original bassist who wrote them (though my nerves were a little jittery and I tended to play a little too fast during the first couple of shows...I could just as well blame that on the drummer but I am...or was...a very strong and "persuasive" player, so he likely got caught up in what I was doing).

If there was any doubts about how well the band would go over with the new line-up they were dispelled immediately following the first couple of shows. Which was a relief because the guitarist who had been axed was very popular and his lead solos were a big part of the group's overall sound. And so we did well getting gigs to play.

About three and a half months into the whole thing it became very apparent that our rhythm player was not happy playing guitar and wanted to move back to the bass. By this time we were already in the very early stages of planning and putting together a record, so I was pretty excited. But I knew that my days were numbered because there was no way the other guy wasn't going to play bass on it. First of all he was a much better bassist than a guitarist. Secondly he had a huge ego and there's no way he would have let himself be relegated to what is not exactly an "essential" instrument (at least it had not proven to be in the songs we had been writing and performing). And then to top it all off, the obvious...a member of a 4 piece band is logically going to get paid more as part of a quartet than a quintet. Assuming all members get an equal share, which we did.

As much as it tore me up, I was not willing to be flat out dismissed. That was in the cards and I knew it, but I couldn't stomach being called to a band meeting and getting the news like that. So I decided to call a band meeting of my own. We gathered together in the place we rehearsed and I pretty much told them that my mental health was on the downswing again and for that reason I thought it best if I quit the group. It was a very, very hard thing to do. I loved playing in Big Sleep. I knew we were good enough to actually be successful, to play a lot more and at many different places across the country.

So I left the band, greatly disappointed. Not nearly as disappointed as I had been about other things in the past, but this was definitely at the top of the list. They went on to record the record in Dallas with a producer who was well known for working with top acts. And they continued to play steadily. I was there for many of those performances. Sometimes they would ask me to come onstage to sing a song and I would always oblige, but it just made me miss it all the more. They invited me to come put some vocal tracks on the demos for the second album they were working on, which I did. All were pleased with the results. It was funny, when they asked me to do that I was playing with a crappy band out of Glenpool named "The Drop". We only did one show and it was at that performance that the Big Sleep guys came to ask me to help with the demo. Later I was told that the singer had said, in reference to "The Drop", "...JAC has more talent in his little finger than those other guys have in their whole bodies combined". That was cool! I always did like the singer...he had seemed to be the one most disappointed by my leaving the band.

Anyways...I guess it was a year after I left when the singer decided he wanted to leave the group to concentrate on his full time career of being a high school football coach (I know...I know). So they did a huge "farewell show" and broke up. Indefinately for all intents and purposes. At least that's what we thought.

Okay, a little background is required here. One of the bigger alternative bands of the mid-late 80s was a group named The Call. They had a big hit with a song called "The Walls Came Down". Another track, "I Still Believe" was on it's way to topping the last one when at some point, and for some reason I don't know, their lead singer/songwriter was at a Big Sleep show and was very impressed. So much so that he asked the BS songwriter to work up some lyrics for a project he had begun. He'd also told them that he wanted them to open for The Call next time they came through Oklahoma.

Unfortunately they never did come through Oklahoma while the band was still together. BUT...a few months after Big Sleep HAD broken up their manager gets a call from their management...they're going to be playing in Tulsa and Norman for two consecutive nights and can we open? Well, this was quite an opportunity...for what, I don't know, but it just didn't seem right to tell him that Big Sleep was no more. So the manager doesn't tell him. Says he'll talk to the guys and get back with them.

When this situation was presented to the members of Big Sleep there were mixed reactions. All of them wanted to do it, but each had their own expectations and qualms. A couple thought of this as an opportunity for the band to re-group and get back to playing and writing. Short of this at least it was a chance to play with The Call in front of what promised to be a huge audience. Three of the four were very eager to at least do this...but then you had the coach/singer. He was happy where he was, with what he was doing. It was what he'd wanted to do his whole life so no one could fault him for placing career above band. He seemed tentative, to say the least.

Eventually he made a decision. He would play the show under one condition. That I be brought back into the band, playing acoustic guitar and singing background vocals. I was obviously very happy to do it, though it was unclear if he fell into the camp of wanting to "permanently re-group" or just do the one show. We rehearsed a couple of times with this line up, the last time being a week before the show. I'd figured out acoustic guitar parts to go with the music, which was kind of difficult because the newer songs they'd written were really heavy, not the kind of sound you'd expect to hear an acoustic guitar in. But not only did I figure out the parts, I wrote a whole new song to present. I thought it sounded very good, and so did everyone else except the bass player (which was as to be expected, but also because he was dead against me coming back in, even though he would be able to keep playing bass).

So, here's what I've got going for me at this time. I'm once again playing with what is definitely one of the best bands I've ever played with. I've just written a very good new song that is worked up to the point where we were ready to play it at the next show. And to top it all off, we were opening for The Call, who weren't only the biggest act we'd played for but we actually had enjoyed their music before all of this (even had some of their records). One week before the shows and I'm already too excited to sleep.

And then...

The Friday night show is at Cain's Ballroom in Tulsa. Great place to play. It would be our first gig there. We had all our gear packed and loaded. We set out from Seminole to Tulsa, psyched as you can imagine. About 20 miles from Tulsa we hear on the radio, "The Call show at Cain's Ballroom has been cancelled due to the singer being ill". Our hearts sank. Not only did it mean that the Tulsa show was history, if the singer was really sick there was a good chance the next show in Norman would be called off as well. We drove on in to the City hoping to catch the singer in their hotel to at least find out about that. Their management assured us that the show on the following night would go on. The logical inference being that ticket sales were slack at the Cain's so they blew it off.

So that was the first big disappointment of the weekend. Surely things would get better. They didn't...

The next night we show up, sans singer, who we assumed was riding with someone else. The venue was a place called Rome and it's pretty big. I've played there a few times. The first thing we notice is that all the gear is sitting on the side of the stage in a section that was roughly one quarter it's size. It's not just sitting there, it's arranged there, as if it were going to be sort of a mini-stage. Which it unfortunately turned out to be, and it was where we were expected to perform. I mean it was a pitiful affair, all of us were going to have to be all bunched up, crowded against each other. It it weren't for the fact that we were playing with The Call I'm sure we would have loaded out and said "to hell with this". But it WAS the Call.

We were also pissed off because a band called The Nixons were going to play first on what was turning out to be a three band bill. This was not how we were told it was going to happen. It was pretty obvious what was going on, though. The guy who owned the club was also the manager of The Nixons and he knew that the huge crown The Call would draw would be priceless exposure for his band. We couldn't hold it against them, because we were acquaintances and had some mutual respect for each other. It was on the manager, who had been nothing but a piece of crap since we'd met him years before. The Nixons were going to play on the floor, which doesn't sound all that great unless you saw the chincy little "stage" we were supposed to play on.

Next set-back...and this was a BIG one. It was time to go on...but our singer was nowhere to be found. Nowhere! We were in a pinch like you wouldn't believe. What to do? We couldn't just call it off. What they did...

...was put an electric guitar in my hand and tell me to go out there and play/sing all of the songs. I didn't even know all of the lyrics. There's a huge difference between playing electric and acoustic guitar, so I had no grasp of the style the singer used. I could only turn it up and hope the distortion would hide my inadequacies. Moreover, I am certainly not the singer that he was. He had a voice that was immediately recognizable. He also had a higher range than me. I was stuck. I had to do it, and I did it, but it was touch-and-go. I took some comfort in the fact that at least my song, which I had been singing (not the regular singer), was in my range. It was positioned at number seven in a nine song set...

...but then, at the conclusion of song number six we get the signal from management that things are off schedule a bit and we could only play one more song. It kept getting worse. But maybe it would be worth it just to play my song there, with such a large audience, with Big Sleep (or at least 3/4s of them)...

...it may HAVE been worth it, but I'll never know. For some God-forsaken reason the bass player insisted that we play "song number 9". After all, it was the song we were originally going to end with, right? Yeah, that's understandable, I'd almost be willing to agree and do it...had it not been for the fact that I felt like I was owed at least SOMETHING for stepping up and salvaging at least all I could from this dismal affair. I'd gauged the audience and felt certain that my song was better suited to their tastes, as demonstrated by reactions to our other songs, and would therefore be the best choice. I didn't get my way. We ended our part of the show with "song number 9", which got a much less enthusiastic response than had it been "song number 7".

We left "the stage" and what was probably the worst, most screwed up set of circumstances I've ever experienced in my days as a musician. I walk over to the table we had reserved and who do you think was there?

The singer. They said he'd been there for a while. I will never know why he did that. I'm sure it wasn't because he wanted to put me on the spot or anything sinister. He raved about how "good" I was...he probably even thought I was, because he really did have a lot of respect for me. As upset and disappointed as I was, for some reason I just could not hold it against him.

It was the final nail in the coffin of Big Sleep. The re-grouping with me on acoustic guitar never materialized. The show we'd been so anxious to play, waited so long for, had been disastrous I don't think anybody even WANTED to put it all back together again. Disappointment on such a large scale drove us all apart. All there is now are a lot of memories of the fun times we had. Tales of road trips gone awry, of camaraderie of rehearsals that birthed new songs, of fans and people who showed up to every show without fail, of compliments from other musicians, of going to our peers shows and being called out to from the stage, of getting the opportunity to play our music to hundreds of people while other musicians struggled to even book a show, of inside jokes and nicknames, of every unique and awesome thing about being in a band and playing the music you love...

...and then there's the one story that's my favorite to tell. The tale of how everything went straight to hell the weekend we opened for The Call.


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Bruce Springsteen - "Drive All Night" (live)

This song has so much meaning to me...I have a lot of history with it...It would take pages and pages to tell you. Maybe someday. Until now...

Sunday, September 22, 2013

King Tongue - Jack Casual's Back video + 3 more

This is the only footage I know of that exists from the last Casey/Dobbs/Casey incarnation King Tongue.







Jubal Modine promotional blog posts, circa 2007

These are some MySpace blog posts I wrote on behalf of the band I was currently involved with (Jubal Modine). There's lots of biographical information to be found in them and that's why their posted here. They are all written from an outside point-of-view as I wanted to convey a sense of the posts being from the band as a whole. Obviously there is no real "Jubal Modine". The POV of the blog is that he does exist and is the leader of the band. The running joke was that he never made it to any gigs. Something off the wall was always happening to him that kept him away, as much as he regretted it...

4.02.2007

Jubal Blog: 7th Tri-City Jam Session
April Fools shenanigans notwithstanding, the 7th Tri-City jam session went down yesterday and, in stark contrast to the last couple of weeks, we had quite a few jammers show up. We've been doing this for almost 2 months now so it's no wonder the word has spread about our little Sunday parties.

Let's see, we had Alan on guitar (at least I think that's his name), Lee on guitar, Dave on bass, Robert on drums, Jimmy on drums and Isaac on keyboards. As far as I know it was the first time these guys had ever played with each other (I could be wrong). They played several songs...and spent a lot of time tuning up---LOL. They did a good job, especially on such short notice.

Next up was a short set by a rock band called Element of Existence (and there's no way we'll ever forget the name, as the singer said it over the microphone at least 40-50 times). Loud and pretty doggone heavy, these guys were a bit of a change of pace for the Tri-City jam session. Regardless, they were quite entertaining and received a tremendous outpouring of support from the audience. I'm told that these guys are gearing up to perform at a Battle of the Bands somewhere, and I think I speak for all of Jubal Modine & the Love Handles when I wish them the best of luck. They all seemed like nice guys (plus they brought ALL of their own equipment! Kudos!).

We brought the show to a close with Alan, who really wanted to perform the Marshall Tucker Band's "Can't You See" with us. It was an excellent rendition.

As for our band, we only got to play the first set, there were so many jammers. It was a pretty good set. Not our best, but there were highlights. "Werewolves of London" sounded great, IMO. A couple of other songs...

Remember, folks, there will NOT be a jam session this coming Sunday, April 8. It's Easter, you know, and some of us are going to be spending time with our families while the rest of us are going to be hunting Easter eggs.

Jubal failed to make an appearance yesterday. Instead he opted to stay home and write letters to the President. "I can't be bothered," he said, "I'm lost in the Thesaurus!...Get it? Lost in the Thesaurus...kinda rhymes, see?"

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3.19.2007

Jubal Blog: 5th Tri-City Jam Session
Well, folks, the 5th weekly Tri-City jam session went off without a hitch Sunday evening. Once again the band was in fine form. Everyone seems to agree that they have hit their stride in the last few performances and all are pleased with how things are going.

Not a lot of "jammers" came out...a friend of Roger's named Isaac brought his keyboard and sat in on several songs. His contribution really lended a fullness to the sound. He's quite a talented player.

Later on in the evening one of Roger & LaHonda's mutual friends, Deborah, got up on stage and sang a couple ("Unchained Melody" was a highlight).

We didn't do the acoustic solo thing this week...James, for one, was uninspired and couldn't think of a song he wanted to do. Jeff, however, did perform a couple of songs just him and the acoustic guitar.

Otherwise we mainly did songs from our regular setlist, and we worked up a couple more to add to it ("Werewolves of London" and a couple of blues songs that Roger is going to sing).

Don't forget, we'll be playing at Dietrich's this Wednesday and Thursday night from 9:00 PM to 1:00-1:30 AM. Looking for a nice-sized crowd who are in the mood to dance and party. Dietrich's is located at 623 Kickapoo Spur in Shawnee, Oklahoma. There is NO cover charge, so don't worry if you're busted. Just come out and support live music by supporting Jubal Modine and the Love Handles.

As for Jubal, he released this statement to the press late last night and he hopes you'll all take it into consideration:


"Yo...Jubal here. It has come to my attention that many people are dissappointed in me after my run-in with the Tulsa Johnny Laws last week. What can I say? I'm only human. However, perhaps this fact may exonerate me in the eyes of a few: there was NO MARIJUANA in the car I was driving. Repeat, there was NO MARIJUANA there. Everyone knows I'm a drug-free ass-kicker (at least I have been for several years). As it turns out, those were bricks of alfalfa hay hidden in every nook and cranny of that car. Don't rightly know WHY those coppers mistook it for loco weed. Unless, of course, THEY WANTED TO, and I wouldn't put that past 'em. They never have liked ole Jubal Modine up that way, and when the day comes that my band winds up playing there I'll have to do something I hate to do: Miss the shows. I'll HAVE to, else those Laws will trump up more charges against me and I'll wind up in the pokey for a few MORE days (and I gotta tell ya, I'd rather spend the night in a cheap, fleabag hotel with a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 for company than go through that again). Anyways, I'm sorry I missed the 5th Tri-City jam session. I hope you all will understand when I say I needed some time with my family...basically I spent the night watching television with my cousins instead of coming out to the show. I'm sure the guys will forgive me. If they don't I'll quit the band, and how will they go on without me?"


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3.13.2007

Jubal Modine Blog: 4th Tri-City Jam Session
Here's my second post from Jubal Modine & the Love Handles' MySpace blog:

Well, the 4th weekly Tri-City Jam Session went down last night and the Love Handles were in fine form, playing tighter than they ever have before. The audience was kind of thin at the start but by the time the night was over it had swelled to a respectable number. More importantly, just about everyone in attendance was extremely supportive, with much applause and compliments when it was all said and done.

For some reason the jammers mostly stayed home (perhaps it was the drizzle outside)...the only one who joined us was a man named Yoda who sang a few songs and exuded a style and confidence that would have made Elvis Presley proud..

Without the jammers we were obliged to play the whole night, so we decided to break it up in the middle and each member of the band played a few solo acoustic guitar numbers, starting with our bass player James, who did an original, "The Ladder", the Beatles' song "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" and Bruce Springsteen's "Atlantic City". Keyboardist Jeff then performed a couple of his originals ("Beat Me With Your Hair Brush" and one I don't recall the name of). Guitarist Roger did "I Don't Want to Talk About It" and Neil Young's "Like a Hurricane". Finally Charles wielded the Ovation and delivered a striking rendition of Bruce Springsteen's "Stolen Car". It was something a little different and a lot of fun for the band and the audience alike.

Jubal missed the jam...we got a call halfway into the second set and he told us "I'm in Tijuana drinking beer and chasing lizards. I intend to come home with a new pair of iguana skin boots. Sorry I couldn't make it". I've become privy to some more information concerning Jubal's absence...as it turned out the trip to Tijuana was the grand prize in a contest sponsored by the Macomb County Toad Handlers and Frog Breeders Guild. Jubal had been excited about it for some time and was in the process of working on a green tree frog that was roughly the size and shape of an armadillo. Well, naturally this behemoth amphibian won the contest and next thing you know Jubal's on a plane to old Mexico with a smile on his face and frog goo on his hands. He should be back in the states no later than tomorrow evening and we'll try to set up an interview with him for our little blog here.


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3.26.2007


Jubal Blog: 6th Tri-City Jam Session
Yet another Tri-City Jam Session went down yesterday and though the turn-out was disappointing we still got a lot done, played some good music and generally had a good time. As has been the unfortunate trend over the last couple of weeks there were no jammers and only one guy who got up and sang one song (the song was "Wonderful Tonight" but, alas, I cannot remember the gentleman's name). We worked up a few songs to add to our set list, including "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown", "Like a Hurricane" and "Hey Bartender" (there were probably a couple more, but I can never remember all of them the day after).

Once again we did "the acoustic thing", where each individual member takes the stage with only an acoustic guitar for accompaniment.

There was a rumour that Jubal's absence was due to a last minute trip he took to Thailand for the purpose of replacing a can opener. But I got a call from him late last night after the show, and here's what he said...


"Hey! Man, I am SO sorry I missed the jam tonight. I have a friend who pulled some strings and got me a show doing stand up comedy in McAlester. Lemme tell you, folks down there have absolutely no sense of humour. One good thing that came out of it all, though. I helped put a couple of escaped convicts back behind bars. It was a last minute deal. I had to change my plans, 'cause I was wanting to go to Thailand. You see, I've got this can opener..."

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3.13.2007

Jubal Modine Blog: Our First Blog Post...Catching Up
Recently my creativity has been fired up somewhat, having been asked by the members of my band to write for the group's MySpace blog. I decided I'd cut-and-paste the posts into this blog, seeing as how I can't seem to muster the inspiration to do anything else with it. And besides, I'm pretty happy with how the MySpace blog is turning out.
The band's name, as you already know if you read the last post here, is Jubal Modine & the Love Handles. Jubal Modine is a fictitious entity, and the running joke is that he's always off somewhere else doing something else when we have a show. When we get t-shirts made they are going to be emblazoned with only two words: "Where's Jubal?"... The fun part is that I, being in charge of the blog, get to make up the particulars of Jubal's whereabouts and shenanigans.
So without further hesitation, here is the first blog post at MySpace from Jubal Modine & the Love Handles:

Welcome to Jubal Modine & the Love Handles MySpace blog. Sorry it's taken us so long to get around to it but there has been a whirlwind of activity ever since we first got together last month. With Jubal's permission (forced from him via the use of some particularly spicy Louisiana Hot Sauce) we've decided to use this first blog post to let you know what's gone on in the first 5 weeks of our existence.

FEB. 3.....Everyone had been called and all agreed that we wanted to play in a band together again, so on the third we congregated for our first rehearsal. Jubal, our guiding light, had stated beforehand that he might not make it, but that he would be deeply offended if we didn't go on with the rehearsal. As it turned out, indeed he did not make it, as he had to officiate the semi-finals of the International Hamster Races in Little Italy, NY. We were not deterred, however, and our first practice session was exceedingly fruitful. We threw together almost 20 songs and our confidence level was high that we were ready to begin performing after we listed at least 20 more that we could do without rehearsing.

FEB. 7/FEB. 8.....Our first gig, a Wednesday/Thursday night affair at Dietrich's Club in Shawnee, Oklahoma (known worldwide as the hottest party spot in the entire Tri-City area). The first night went off very well, we had a great time and the crowd was supportive. The second night we were joined by ex-Barrelhouse singer Eddie Harding, who sat in for the whole show and sang some of his signature songs. It was a lot of fun, and it's just too bad that Jubal didn't make it...he had decided to spend both days revelling at the Tulsa County Nudist Association's 44th Annual Prickly Heat Convention.

FEB. 18.....A few days after the first gig Jubal called us from his hospital bed where he was sorely paying the price for his 2 days at the Prickly Heat Convention. He said he had a "grand idea"..."Why don't you guys talk to the management at Dietrich's and see if you can work out some kind of weekly Sunday afternoon Jam Session? It would be great rehearsal for you and who knows but that their business might experience an upswing as a result?" Well, it seemed like a reasonable idea, so we made it happen, and on the 18th of February a tradition was born. We played a couple of sets and we had a few musicians come up and add their flavour to the brew. By this time Jubal had been discharged from the hospital, but he had taken a fancy for one of the nurses so he cracked his head with a beer bottle just so he could be admitted again. Crazy Jubal. He did, however, get that nurse's phone number. Too bad he missed the jam.

FEB. 25.....The second jam session, practically overrun by the members of EZ Street, a local band, who wound up playing almost two sets worth of their show (new rules: 4-5 song MAXIMUM). A couple of other musicians jammed as well and all in all it wasn't too bad. Jubal missed again, as he and his new nurse girlfriend had hopped on a plane and flown to Miami, covering their bodies with fake tattoos, pretending to be bikers and sticking their tongues out at everyone on the sidewalk.

MARCH 3......We played a one night stand at the Watering Hole, just north of Shawnee on Hwy 18. Jubal had expressed excitement about playing "the Hole", as he had heard that it was a hoppin' lesbian bar. Alas, he was unable to attend once again...in his on words he told us, "I'm goin' to Barlow to pick flowers and eat the wild honeycomb...tell the lesbians I said 'Howdy'"...Well, as it turned out the Watering Hole was NOT a lesbian bar...at least it sure didn't give that impression to us as we played (maybe one or two possibly lesbian couples who stayed for a little while...the rest were yer typical pool-playing beer-swilling heteros). That was the only disappointment, though, as the evening proved to be quite enjoyable for band and audience alike.

MARCH 4.....The third jam session. Our bassist James couldn't make it out because he was still battling some serious congestion, but we made it happen anyway. Mutual friend Lynn brought his bass rig and played a few, and EZ Street showed up again. A little more scaled down than the first couple of jams, but a lot of fun anyhow. Jubal called in and said he couldn't make it because he'd just gotten a part as an extra in a movie about "The Domestication of Sasquatch" and his part was being filmed that day, so surely we'd understand...the man was on his way to Hollywood stardom. "But Jubal", we asked him, "won't that interfere with your role in the band?" "Oh, no", he said, "you know that the band is my first love, my highest priority, the dream I most want to come true...see you next Saturday..."...and of course we have a gig on FRIDAY.

That Jubal.


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3.23.2007

Jubal Blog: Wednesday/Thursday Blowout
Well, we played our second Wednesday/Thursday gig at Dietrichs and all in all it turned out to be a pretty good run. Travis, the club's owner, told us that the night before was the biggest Tuesday they'd ever had, so chances were that it would be rather slow on Wednesday. His words turned out to be prophetic, as the audience was rather slim that whole night.

Thursday, however, was a different story as we watched a small crowd grow big enough to fill the place, and they all seemed to be in a good mood, very supportive. Just in case you don't know, we appreciate that more than you could ever know. There's something about a "live" crowd and their energy that the band feeds off of...there's really nothing else like it.

Next performance is this Sunday, for the 6th Tri-City jam session at, you guessed it, Dietrich's. Then, on Saturday, April 7th we'll be travelling to Lexington for a "one night only" show at the 89er Club (I'm sorry, I don't have an address for that one just yet...keep an eye on the "Upcoming Shows" feature on the main page here and I'm sure one of the guys will list it eventually).

There will be NO jam session on April 8th. We're taking the day off to celebrate the Easter holiday with our families. Far as I know the jam will resume the following Sunday.

Jubal missed the Dietrich's gig, we're sorry to say. He called and told us he had to stay home and nurse his pet dogs back to health. Apparently he had fed them some of that bad dog food, the kind with the rat poison in it, and they had fallen quite ill. Last we heard they were doing better, but still had not recovered. "Looks like it's Gravy Train from now on," he said.


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3.03.2007

Jubal Modine & the Love Handles
Most of my blogging the last few weeks has been done on my MySpace blog. Don't ask me why, it just has. Mainly because I know who reads it and therefore can communicate with those people through it. Also because I've wanted to avoid the more "personal" stuff here, and that's what I've felt like blogging lately.
I know that after I left Mad Laugh I said I was retiring, that I did not even want to play in another band. And I truly did feel that way.
But it's been a couple of years and I miss being on the stage, so a friend of mine and I put together a band with my brother (a very talented drummer) and a mutual friend who also happens to be very talented, though his talent is for the guitar.
My brother's band, Barrelhouse, had a meltdown about a week into our existence (this was to be a side project for him) and we had originally hoped that Eddie, Barrelhouse's singer, would join up with us. That seemed like the logical outcome.
But as of yet he has kept his distance and hey, that's fine by me. We have come together so fast and play so well together that I'm more than happy to be a 4-piece.
It all came together, as I think I have already said, very fast...it was less than a week from our first rehearsal and we were playing our first gig (a Wednesday-Thursday slot at Dietrich's Club). Less than 3 weeks later we were sponsoring a jam session at the same establishment. Tonight we're playing at a dive bar known as The Watering Hole (sheesh...no doubt there are 1000's of bars using that name across the country). The rumour has it that this place has morphed into a lesbian bar over the span of it's existence. Wow. It'll be the first lesbian bar I've ever had the privilege of playing.
As for the band's name...it's Jubal Modine and the Love Handles. Jubal is a Biblical character out of Genesis 4 (he's the father of all who play the lute and harp, or something like that). Modine was the CB handle of a local figure from the place where I grew up. As for the Love Handles...it was an entry in a contest we held at Dietrich's to "Name The Band". Apparently a lot of the girls liked it, at least that's what I'm told. So we combined "Jubal Modine" (which was all mine) with "the Love Handles" and it all comes together and seems to make some crazy kind of sense.
I'm not sure if we're doing a 3rd Jam Session. We had planned not to, taking this Saturday night gig, but I got the impression that some people are wanting us to do it and that we just might have to.
I kinda hope not, cuz I'm gonna be worn out after it's all done tonight and tomorrow needs to be for rest and recuperation.


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3.17.2007

Jubal Blog: Jubal at the Hole, 3/16/07
Here's the third installment of my Jubal Modine & the Love Handles MySpace blog, preserved here for the ages.



Last night was our sophomore gig at the Watering Hole in Shawnee, Oklahoma. By all accounts we played better than we did the last time we were down there (I wanna say it was about a month ago but it doesn't seem that long). Acquiescing to several requests, we pulled "Free Bird" out of a hat and surprisingly it sounded very good. Partly that was a result of Roger's awesome soloing at the end. We never really considered "Free Bird" for our sets because I'd just figured you can't properly and respectfully cover that song without at LEAST a couple of lead guitars to fly in that final section. But now I have to reconsider.

Certain other songs wound down into short improvisational jams that were something a little different but also something we'd like to expand upon in the future.

We played a couple of songs for the first time last night. Both were Hank Williams Jr. classics: "Family Tradition" and "Whiskey Bent & Hell Bound". They went off without a hitch.

The crowd, as is so often the case, were thin at the start but eventually swelled to a respectable size, and especially towards the end of the night they became quite supportive. From the stage could be seen several folks who were obviously getting into the music, and that always puts a smile on the face.

All in all a good night, although James did get stopped by a cop on his way home passing through Meeker. The cop had him dead to rights for failure to stop at a 4-way stop sign. Luckily the K-9 Unit was not involved and he got off with just a warning.

Jubal, however, was not quite so lucky. That's right, he missed the show last night because he spent the night in the Tulsa County Jail. Like James he was stopped by a local policeman. Unlike James, his car was full of high quality marijuana. They got him for possession with intent to sell and eluding and evading...oh yeah, I forgot to tell you...he tried to run from the police. The chase went on for several miles and reached speeds in excess of 100 MPH. Just when the cops were about to throw out the "stop-sticks" Jubal slowed down, pulled into a store parking lot and stopped the car. He went peacefully. When asked, 'Why did you run?" Jubal replied, "Why does anybody? My heart's desire was to get away from you, and you'll never know the extent to which my heart is broken now that you've got me, hands cuffed behind my back. We're off to the big house, gonna spend some time in the Pokey. I deserve it. I don't really mind spending time behind bars, but they'll seize all that hooly and burn it! God have mercy"...in case you didn't know, Jubal can be quite verbose at times.

So we've dispatched some dedicated Modine fans out to T-Town and looks like we're gonna bond him out, just in time for next week's show.

And speaking of next week's show, it's gonna be Wednesday & Thursday, 3/21 & 3/22 at Dietrich's Club, 623 Kickapoo Spur, Shawnee, Oklahoma. Don't know if anyone reads these yet other than the band and their wives but if you're out there, try and make it out to the show. There's really nothing like a Jubal Modine and the Love Handles concert.


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4.08.2007

Jubal Modine & the Love Handles: "One Nite Only" at the 89'er Club
I don't know that I'm going to continue writing the MySpace blogs for our band...last time I did it was pretty much an out and out plea for Comments and I got none. Zilch. Zero. Nada. I was mainly wanting to see who was reading them, since the counter indicated that several would view it in the period directly after I'd post one (like 30-40 hits). But then again, I also figured that many of those were spammers/hackers or whatever, not interested readers. So I threw out that last blog post fishing for comments and got none whatsoever.
So I really don't feel like wasting my time...not that NOONE is reading it. I'm sure the band members read it and their girlfriends/wives, but they already know all the stuff that I write about there. I had hoped that we would get some folks who weren't directly involved with the band to read it (hopefully regularly).

Anyway, we played last night at a place called the 89'er club in Lexington Oklahoma. It was the furthest we've had to drive to do a show so far. Long ass trip, but it turned out to be well worth it. A crazy night, really.
You see, there's this guy who plays keyboards that we met during one of our jam sessions. His name is Isaac and I guess he knows our guitarist pretty well. He lives in the general area of Lexington, so he asked last week if he could sit in for a couple of sets and that if he did he could bring in several people he knew to the gig. He's played with us, like I said, at the jams and he's not a bad keyboard player, tends to blend in pretty well with what the band's doing. So we were okay with the idea.
So we get there and get all our stuff set up. We're wondering where Isaac is going to sit because the stage they had was very small. So small that our keyboard player and guitarist had to be on the floor and I was in a pretty cramped space on a stage that's just a little bit bigger than a typical drum riser.
But we were starting to think that it wouldn't be an issue because Isaac was nowhere to be seen. He did eventually show up, just before we were about to take the stage, so we were delayed while he started to set his stuff up.
I don't know, maybe he was frustrated because there really wasn't a suitable place for him to be and he tried a couple of spots.
Then, for whatever reason, he made a couple of disparaging remarks (ie. he "popped off") and the next thing you know the club owner, Jerry, is just yelling at him at the top of his lungs. I mean to tell you he was pissed at Isaac and voiced his opinion in no uncertain terms. It turned into a bit of a verbal exchange and Isaac tried to throw some insults around (about the bar, about Jerry, that kind of thing). But he cowered in comparison to Jerry's wrath, which was kinda scary even for us not on the receiving end. When it all started the place turned quiet as a mouse. I don't think I've ever heard a bar get so quiet. I KNOW I haven't.
Well, long story short, Isaac got kicked out of the bar (I'm sure he would tell you he left of his own free will, but anyone who was there knows better). So we didn't have to worry about having an extra man. As soon as Isaac had dragged his last piece of equipment out the door we took the stage and I tried to lighten the situation by singing an a capella version of "Happy Birthday" to Reita, our keyboard player's wife. It seemed to work. It didn't hurt that at that time there weren't that many people there.
And from that point on the evening just got better and better. We got some of the best responses we've ever received with lots of people singing along and making that noise we so like to hear after the songs (that would be "applause"). The place filled up in increments and though it wasn't quite a packed house it was nevertheless respectable. Lots of people wound up using the small dance floor, too. That's always encouraging, to me at least.
There was a police officer who came in and stayed for a little while. I guess he was in charge of booking the bands for the upcoming 89'er Festival (on April 21) and he liked us so much that he asked if we'd be interested in doing the 5:30PM-9:00PM slot that day. The money was good so we all said "yes" and he hired us on the spot.
Then, at the end of the night, besides giving each of us a little bit more cash than we had agreed to, Jerry asked us if we'd come back. We had had such a good time that we said "sure...when do you want us?" We figured it would be next month at the earliest. But he had an open night THIS UPCOMING SATURDAY and wanted us then. Long, long drive notwithstanding, we agreed to do it and I gotta say I'm looking forward to it. Really good crowds like that are hard to come by. I don't mind travelling a bit, as long as it's not every week.
The only thing about playing next Saturday...I know for a fact that my voice is going to be wrecked when it's all over. Plus, being up so late and getting home so early really takes a toll on me (for instance, I am exhausted right now after last night's festivities). So what am I supposed to do when we have a regular weekly jam session at 6:00PM every Sunday? I dunno if I can do it. I guarantee I'm not going to WANT to do it, so not only will I have a ruined voice and be worn out physically, I'll likely be in a pissy mood as well.
I like our guitarist's idea to scale back and only do the jam sessions once a month. I'd even go twice a month. But this every week plan has lost it's novelty, at least as far as I'm concerned. And for the rest of the month we have Saturday night gigs. Hmmph. We shall see what transpires.

I hope everyone is having a nice Easter. I have always loved this holiday, as it reminds me of Jesus' death and resurrection. Plus, we don't have to do a jam session! Whoopee! Surely the club is not open today. Gotta be a lot of bad luck associated with being open on Easter.
That's all for now. See you next time, be it in a couple of days, a couple of weeks, a couple of months or a couple of years.





The Uncanny Film Festival & Camp Meeting

My brother and I watched this every Saturday night unless the weather was cloudy and the TV antenna wouldn't pull the signal from Tulsa. The show aired between 1970-1973 so I'm going to say I was probably 11 years old at the time. So funny.










Thursday, September 19, 2013

glow-in-the-dark

I walked in on my dad
He was watching pornography on the Internet
The sounds of animals fighting
Through tiny computer speakers
Had woken me up

The room was midnightdark
I know he couldn't see me
Bathing in the glow
Dimming and brightening
With each new camera angle

I crept out of the room, quiet as a mouse
Laid down in bed and closed my eyes
I didn't know what to do
I fell asleep to the rutting noises
Of nameless acquaintances, forgotten within the hour

When I was a kid, afraid of the moon
My dad gave me a glow-in-the-dark figurine
Of the infant Jesus
I still have it somewhere
It still glows

Saturday, September 7, 2013

This band is my life...assorted full performance videos of Sigur Ros

They really do mean the world to me. Maybe I'll write about why that is at a later date, if I decide this is a proper forum for it. Until then:








Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Glowing Soul

To wonder at the sound of another's heartbeat
and marvel at the rising and falling
The colors of the rainbow first filling wide open eyes
how they take the breath away
Claiming shapes and sounds and smells
the entire universe a pile of jigsaw puzzle pieces
One day fit together
to reveal the most beautiful reflection

To hear every sound for the first time
and know silence as ending and beginning
From within
the spirit remembers
Struggling against and with another spirit
the soul is molded
Almost a fog, hovering around the body
it glows

Mine had grown dim
had become heavy as stone
A mocking albatross
with no patience for sluggish maturity
I'd begun to question it's very existence
convinced by a hateful science
Beaten so badly with the cudgel of years
I longed to be rid of it

Until you came along with your angel song
the very sound of our beating heart
Like the winging of birds
in free fall, ecstatic
You dragged me out of hell with the ringing of your voice
the singing of a song that pulled me into heaven
The sound of newborns crying in amazement
at the very rhythm of life itself
How bittersweet it is to surrender you
to the quiet from where you were born
I would hold on forever
but you fade even as my heart is filled
Not gone...
merged, quiet, waiting
You leave me knowing
you will never leave me
For you have become my soul
a partner in sound and silence
See the miracle of music
it glows