Conversation with a little girl selling cookies at the subway station today:
Little Girl: Excuse me sir, Would you like to buy some Girl Guide cookies?
Me: I'm sorry, I don't support paramilitary organizations.
Okay, I didn't really say that. But one of these times I will. Maybe next year.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Train Kept A-Rollin'
Looks like the DVD for "Festival Express" will be pulling into the station in November.
And, as I had hoped, it will offer "more than 50 additional minutes of exclusive performance footage not seen in the theatrical version of the film", as well as "25 minutes of additional interviews."
Woo woo!
And, as I had hoped, it will offer "more than 50 additional minutes of exclusive performance footage not seen in the theatrical version of the film", as well as "25 minutes of additional interviews."
Woo woo!
Monday, September 27, 2004
TV Alert
Set those VCRs! Tom Waits is to appear on The Late Show With David Letterman, Tuesday Sept. 28.
On the downside, he's only playing two shows in North America in support of his upcoming album, Real Gone: one in Seattle and one in Vancouver. Harumph!
On the downside, he's only playing two shows in North America in support of his upcoming album, Real Gone: one in Seattle and one in Vancouver. Harumph!
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Will Tooter fer fud
Would you send your child to this tutor?
Some time ago I found this poster taped to a bus shelter near my work. It's been tacked to the bulletin board in my office since.
Seeing as a large part of what I do is proofreading and copy editing, we get a good chuckle out of it.
Some time ago I found this poster taped to a bus shelter near my work. It's been tacked to the bulletin board in my office since.
Seeing as a large part of what I do is proofreading and copy editing, we get a good chuckle out of it.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
The Onion Forever
I've said it before: God bless The Onion.
Matchbox Twenty Finally Finishes Watering Down Long-Awaited New Album.
Matchbox Twenty Finally Finishes Watering Down Long-Awaited New Album.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Got The Fever
Called in sick today. Don't have the chills and aches I had yesterday, but the cough is still there, as is the...erm...intestinal chaos. Feel weak, tired and depleted. I'm sure this was brought on by the stress leading up to Saturday's gig. Skipped ball hockey tonight, of course.
But I'll take this opportunity to tell you about the weird-ass phone call I received on Sunday.
Yesterday afternoon, the phone rings. I answer it and an unfamiliar woman's voice asks to speak to Rodney. I tell her she must have the wrong number, since there's no one here named Rodney. I ask her what number she's calling, just to confirm that she has the right area code (sometimes people will call a number, but get the area code wrong -- 416 instead of 905, for instance -- and straightening that out avoids having them call you right back again). She tells me that she was calling 416-461-XXXX (my old number before moving to my new apartment), and it forwarded her to my current number (as it should). I tell her that was my old number, but there must be some mistake, since there is no Rodney. She says okay and hangs up.
A short time later, the phone rings, but I am indisposed (see above). A minute later, while I am in the process of becoming re-disposed, the phone rings yet again. I answer it, and it's the same woman. The conversation is as follows:
"I'm calling this number because the number I was given for Rodney and Jen is forwarding me to this number,' she says. "So, do you know Rodney and Jen?"
"I don't know any 'Rodney and Jen'," I state as plainly and clearly as possible.
"But it says 'Jen' on your answering machine message."
[confused pause on my part]
"No, it says 'Jim'. That's my name." [thought bubble: "Do I sound like a 'Jen'?"]
"So you don't know Rodney and Jen."
"I don't know anyone named Rodney."
"But you know Jen."
"NO. I know people named Jen, but I'm sure it's not your Jen, because I don't know any couple named Rodney and Jen."
We go over the number story again. I explain to her that the 461 number was my old number, that I had it for at least five years until I moved to this apartment in May and got the current number that she was being forwarded to. I explain once again that I don't know Rodney and Jen. I don't know why or how she was given that number, but I don't know Rodney and Jen."
There's a short pause, and then she says bitterly, "Well, isn't that convenient for them", and hangs up!
SHE hangs up on ME!
No apology, no thank-you, no nuthin' -- just click.
The nerve of some people.
Maybe Rodney and Jen purposefully gave her the wrong phone number? Moved and gave her the slip? Gee, who wouldn't want the company of someone with such intelligence and good manners.
But I'll take this opportunity to tell you about the weird-ass phone call I received on Sunday.
Yesterday afternoon, the phone rings. I answer it and an unfamiliar woman's voice asks to speak to Rodney. I tell her she must have the wrong number, since there's no one here named Rodney. I ask her what number she's calling, just to confirm that she has the right area code (sometimes people will call a number, but get the area code wrong -- 416 instead of 905, for instance -- and straightening that out avoids having them call you right back again). She tells me that she was calling 416-461-XXXX (my old number before moving to my new apartment), and it forwarded her to my current number (as it should). I tell her that was my old number, but there must be some mistake, since there is no Rodney. She says okay and hangs up.
A short time later, the phone rings, but I am indisposed (see above). A minute later, while I am in the process of becoming re-disposed, the phone rings yet again. I answer it, and it's the same woman. The conversation is as follows:
"I'm calling this number because the number I was given for Rodney and Jen is forwarding me to this number,' she says. "So, do you know Rodney and Jen?"
"I don't know any 'Rodney and Jen'," I state as plainly and clearly as possible.
"But it says 'Jen' on your answering machine message."
[confused pause on my part]
"No, it says 'Jim'. That's my name." [thought bubble: "Do I sound like a 'Jen'?"]
"So you don't know Rodney and Jen."
"I don't know anyone named Rodney."
"But you know Jen."
"NO. I know people named Jen, but I'm sure it's not your Jen, because I don't know any couple named Rodney and Jen."
We go over the number story again. I explain to her that the 461 number was my old number, that I had it for at least five years until I moved to this apartment in May and got the current number that she was being forwarded to. I explain once again that I don't know Rodney and Jen. I don't know why or how she was given that number, but I don't know Rodney and Jen."
There's a short pause, and then she says bitterly, "Well, isn't that convenient for them", and hangs up!
SHE hangs up on ME!
No apology, no thank-you, no nuthin' -- just click.
The nerve of some people.
Maybe Rodney and Jen purposefully gave her the wrong phone number? Moved and gave her the slip? Gee, who wouldn't want the company of someone with such intelligence and good manners.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Gigged
The Gary US Bonds gig went pretty well, I think. At least people were complimentary afterwards. So that's good.
Arrived for the soundcheck at Lee's Palace at the appointed 6 p.m. time. Never got a proper soundcheck, of course. They were still setting up and soundchecking Gary's stuff. So we went out the back door to the alleyway where we could hear ourselves and run through the set. This was important, as our drummer, Bones, hadn't played or rehearsed with us before and didn't know most of the songs. He brought his brushes out with him and banged on a piece of paper on top of an old garbage bin. We ran through the songs with particular emphasis on where the stops and starts were. Kenny, the harp player from Jay Clark & The Jones was also with us.
It was a nice moment, actually; this rag-tag band of old and new friends sitting around on the sun-baked concrete, amid the graffiti in the alley behind the club, in the warmth of the early evening, bashing out the songs. Think Bruce and Miami Steve and the boys might have done that a few times in the early days? I think so. There was a nice feeling of scruffy, ad hoc camaraderie and common purpose.
Gary's band had quite a bit of equipment on the stage. It's not that large a stage to begin with, and they had a tri-levelled keyboard array and a full drum kit. The guy who was setting up the "backline" for Lee's was quite helpful in getting us set up. He suggested that Bones and Colleen, our bass player, might actually be able to use Gary's band's drum kit and bass amp rig, thus avoiding a lot of hassle. The Bonds' band was okay with that, so that's what we did.
My little Traynor practice amp wasn't gonna cut it for this show, and I don't like the way it sounds anyway, so I had to use a loaner. Fortunately, a roommate of Boag's is a gigging musician, and he let me use his little bass amp, which sounded fine. I had just picked up a Boss Blues Driver overdrive pedal, so I didn't need an amp that provided overdrive.
It was also the first gig with my new guitar. Actually the same model as my old guitar -- an Epiphone "Dot" -- except my new one is a limited edition model, and it's a beautiful dark brown with gold hardware. Sort of looks like this (its older brother, the Gibson ES-335), only it's a darker shade and there's no pickguard. It's beautiful. Under certain light it actually looks burgundy. I liked my other guitar, but I love this one. The neck feels great; the frets are smoother and bevelled nicely at the edges, so my hand slides up and down the neck as smooth as buttah. I got it used at Songbird Music. It's four years old. It feels great, sounds great, but best of all -- it's brown! I've always wanted a brown guitar.
The other thing was, we didn't have a name! We ended up being billed alternately as Boag, "Guests" and "More". We'd been tossing a few names around, led by the hotly contested Dick Ellis Revival, The Lastmen, and a few others -- but no decision had been made in time to get it published.
So, the unnamed band took to the stage at 8 p.m. and launched into our set. The set list was as follows:
The Fever
Something You Got - an old R&B song Springsteen does on a mid-'70s bootleg tape of Boag's; I've since discovered versions by Them, Wilson Pickett and B.B. King
(Walk And) Don't Look Back - The Tosh version; my debut on wah-wah pedal
Fast Train - Written by Van the Man for that Solomon Burke CD
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Tupelo Honey
Your Cheatin' Heart
Red-Headed Woman
Men Without Women - A rockin' Little Steven song based on a Hemingway story
Shine A Light - Rolling Stones
As it turned out, and as we had expected, we had to drop a few numbers due to time limits. We ended up passing on, I think, "Your Cheatin' Heart" and "Tupelo Honey". Just as well, since I wasn't really comfortable with any solo I had worked out for "Your Cheatin' Heart". Just couldn't get a handle on it for some reason. Sorry Hank.
I had the little bass amp set up to my left, at the side of the stage, tilted upwards towards me. Tim and Kenny were on the far side and Colleen was tucked away between the drum kit and the mountain of keyboards behind me. The amps were miked, but the sound guy decided not to run our guitars through the monitors, so we had to use our amps as monitors. Learned later that neither Bones nor Boag could hear the guitars very well. I could hear Tim, but Boag was getting mostly just a lot of himself in the monitors, which he isn't used to, and I guess it was making it hard for him to hear the guitars. Considering the sound problems, and the fact that it was Bones's first time playing drums with us and playing these songs, and Colleen had only one rehearsal under her belt (sans drummer), it's not surprising that things felt a bit tentative on stage. There were a few missteps: Boag forgot a part of "The Fever" but recovered okay, and I know I played a few completely incorrect chords and stumbled a little on a few other things. But overall, it went okay. Kenny and Colleen were great.
As I said, people were complimentary afterwards, including the club's booker, who, according to Boag, was genuinely pleased and said he would book us again, and Gary US Bonds, who said from the stage: "I liked that first band. What were they called?" I started laughing. Tim's girlfriend yelled out "Boag!". Gary said: "Vogue?" I yelled out "Dick Ellis Revival", but it didn't make an impact.
As for Bonds' set, it was very good! He's got a kick-ass band, with the requisite Jersey honkin' sax man, a keyboardist, a kid rhythm section, a solid guitarist and the pair of Laurie Andersons (wife and daughter) on back-up vocals. They did "Jole Blon" (an old Cajun song that Bruce also covered), Bruce's "Rendezvous" and "This Little Girl Is Mine", and his hits "New Orleans" and "Quarter To Three", as well as Otis Reddings' "I've Got Dreams To Remember" and "You Are My Sunshine" as a tribute to Brother Ray. They did a great version of a Delbert McClinton song called "Everytime I Roll The Dice". The "Lauries" were smokin the "woo-woos" on that one. There was one unfortunate Casino-rama moment though, when one of the encores consisted of a medley of old rock 'n' roll hits -- Chuck Berry-Little Richard-Elvis, etc. But Bonds is still in great voice, and certainly doesn't look his age.
We hung out afterwards and chatted a bit with Gary. Nice man. He was in party mode for sure. And the guy who was the lead singer of the Kingsmen was there -- yes, the guy who sang "Louie Louie". He was in the audience. Apparently they're old friends. Don't know if he lives around Toronto or Southern Ontario, or if he drove up from Buffalo, or what. Kind of odd.
Anyway, one more gig under my belt. I think this was #10. And I walked away with my first pay as a musician -- $20! Good thing we didn't bring a horn section. Of course, I wasn't doing it for the money, but it's cool that I can now officially call myself a professional musician!
On the down side, I think I'm coming down with something. Been developing a deep-chest cough over the past few days and today I'm getting aches and chills. Thankfully, it held off until after the gig, but we'll see if I make it to the first night of ball hockey tomorrow night.
Arrived for the soundcheck at Lee's Palace at the appointed 6 p.m. time. Never got a proper soundcheck, of course. They were still setting up and soundchecking Gary's stuff. So we went out the back door to the alleyway where we could hear ourselves and run through the set. This was important, as our drummer, Bones, hadn't played or rehearsed with us before and didn't know most of the songs. He brought his brushes out with him and banged on a piece of paper on top of an old garbage bin. We ran through the songs with particular emphasis on where the stops and starts were. Kenny, the harp player from Jay Clark & The Jones was also with us.
It was a nice moment, actually; this rag-tag band of old and new friends sitting around on the sun-baked concrete, amid the graffiti in the alley behind the club, in the warmth of the early evening, bashing out the songs. Think Bruce and Miami Steve and the boys might have done that a few times in the early days? I think so. There was a nice feeling of scruffy, ad hoc camaraderie and common purpose.
Gary's band had quite a bit of equipment on the stage. It's not that large a stage to begin with, and they had a tri-levelled keyboard array and a full drum kit. The guy who was setting up the "backline" for Lee's was quite helpful in getting us set up. He suggested that Bones and Colleen, our bass player, might actually be able to use Gary's band's drum kit and bass amp rig, thus avoiding a lot of hassle. The Bonds' band was okay with that, so that's what we did.
My little Traynor practice amp wasn't gonna cut it for this show, and I don't like the way it sounds anyway, so I had to use a loaner. Fortunately, a roommate of Boag's is a gigging musician, and he let me use his little bass amp, which sounded fine. I had just picked up a Boss Blues Driver overdrive pedal, so I didn't need an amp that provided overdrive.
It was also the first gig with my new guitar. Actually the same model as my old guitar -- an Epiphone "Dot" -- except my new one is a limited edition model, and it's a beautiful dark brown with gold hardware. Sort of looks like this (its older brother, the Gibson ES-335), only it's a darker shade and there's no pickguard. It's beautiful. Under certain light it actually looks burgundy. I liked my other guitar, but I love this one. The neck feels great; the frets are smoother and bevelled nicely at the edges, so my hand slides up and down the neck as smooth as buttah. I got it used at Songbird Music. It's four years old. It feels great, sounds great, but best of all -- it's brown! I've always wanted a brown guitar.
The other thing was, we didn't have a name! We ended up being billed alternately as Boag, "Guests" and "More". We'd been tossing a few names around, led by the hotly contested Dick Ellis Revival, The Lastmen, and a few others -- but no decision had been made in time to get it published.
So, the unnamed band took to the stage at 8 p.m. and launched into our set. The set list was as follows:
The Fever
Something You Got - an old R&B song Springsteen does on a mid-'70s bootleg tape of Boag's; I've since discovered versions by Them, Wilson Pickett and B.B. King
(Walk And) Don't Look Back - The Tosh version; my debut on wah-wah pedal
Fast Train - Written by Van the Man for that Solomon Burke CD
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry
Tupelo Honey
Your Cheatin' Heart
Red-Headed Woman
Men Without Women - A rockin' Little Steven song based on a Hemingway story
Shine A Light - Rolling Stones
As it turned out, and as we had expected, we had to drop a few numbers due to time limits. We ended up passing on, I think, "Your Cheatin' Heart" and "Tupelo Honey". Just as well, since I wasn't really comfortable with any solo I had worked out for "Your Cheatin' Heart". Just couldn't get a handle on it for some reason. Sorry Hank.
I had the little bass amp set up to my left, at the side of the stage, tilted upwards towards me. Tim and Kenny were on the far side and Colleen was tucked away between the drum kit and the mountain of keyboards behind me. The amps were miked, but the sound guy decided not to run our guitars through the monitors, so we had to use our amps as monitors. Learned later that neither Bones nor Boag could hear the guitars very well. I could hear Tim, but Boag was getting mostly just a lot of himself in the monitors, which he isn't used to, and I guess it was making it hard for him to hear the guitars. Considering the sound problems, and the fact that it was Bones's first time playing drums with us and playing these songs, and Colleen had only one rehearsal under her belt (sans drummer), it's not surprising that things felt a bit tentative on stage. There were a few missteps: Boag forgot a part of "The Fever" but recovered okay, and I know I played a few completely incorrect chords and stumbled a little on a few other things. But overall, it went okay. Kenny and Colleen were great.
As I said, people were complimentary afterwards, including the club's booker, who, according to Boag, was genuinely pleased and said he would book us again, and Gary US Bonds, who said from the stage: "I liked that first band. What were they called?" I started laughing. Tim's girlfriend yelled out "Boag!". Gary said: "Vogue?" I yelled out "Dick Ellis Revival", but it didn't make an impact.
As for Bonds' set, it was very good! He's got a kick-ass band, with the requisite Jersey honkin' sax man, a keyboardist, a kid rhythm section, a solid guitarist and the pair of Laurie Andersons (wife and daughter) on back-up vocals. They did "Jole Blon" (an old Cajun song that Bruce also covered), Bruce's "Rendezvous" and "This Little Girl Is Mine", and his hits "New Orleans" and "Quarter To Three", as well as Otis Reddings' "I've Got Dreams To Remember" and "You Are My Sunshine" as a tribute to Brother Ray. They did a great version of a Delbert McClinton song called "Everytime I Roll The Dice". The "Lauries" were smokin the "woo-woos" on that one. There was one unfortunate Casino-rama moment though, when one of the encores consisted of a medley of old rock 'n' roll hits -- Chuck Berry-Little Richard-Elvis, etc. But Bonds is still in great voice, and certainly doesn't look his age.
We hung out afterwards and chatted a bit with Gary. Nice man. He was in party mode for sure. And the guy who was the lead singer of the Kingsmen was there -- yes, the guy who sang "Louie Louie". He was in the audience. Apparently they're old friends. Don't know if he lives around Toronto or Southern Ontario, or if he drove up from Buffalo, or what. Kind of odd.
Anyway, one more gig under my belt. I think this was #10. And I walked away with my first pay as a musician -- $20! Good thing we didn't bring a horn section. Of course, I wasn't doing it for the money, but it's cool that I can now officially call myself a professional musician!
On the down side, I think I'm coming down with something. Been developing a deep-chest cough over the past few days and today I'm getting aches and chills. Thankfully, it held off until after the gig, but we'll see if I make it to the first night of ball hockey tomorrow night.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Rehearsal
Had our third rehearsal tonight, first one with Colleen on bass and back-up vocals. Went pretty well, except I still need to work on some of my solos. I was winging it a little too much for my liking. It's good not to be too "scripted" in one's playing, but I need to at least have a good idea of what I could play as a solo in a given song section. I don't have enough knowledge of the neck or of scales to completely wing it, unless I'm dealing with a basic blues structure or something, so it's best for me to work out what I would ideally play, and use that as a guidepost, so to speak. In other words, I may not keep going down the same streets, but I need to have a fairly solid awareness of the neighbourhood I'm in, if that makes sense. I need to map something out for "Your Cheating Heart" especially (btw, happy birthday Hank!). I'll do that tonight or tomorrow morning.
Colleen is a pro, and fit in very well. Picked up her parts with no problem. I suspect she was a little uneasy with the fact that we're still not as tight with some of the songs as we should be, although she didn't say anything. She's probably used to being a lot tighter with the material she does with the John Borra Band. But she was given a list of 10-12 songs to learn in the space of about five days, so kudos to her in any event.
Plus, we didn't have a drummer on hand, which is a further string left hanging--one day before the gig. Boag finally scared one up today (he had been waiting to hear back from some other guys, who, it turned out, were unavailable), but the new recruit wasn't able to make it tonight. It's a buddy of his from his Kingston days, who apparently has vast amounts of experience and should have no problem, provided we get time to run through a few things tomorrow, perhaps at sound check.
I think we'll be okay though. Having a steady drummer will give us all something to feed off and help provide some glue to keep everything together. Most of the songs are pretty straightforward, so I don't foresee any great catastrophe. I'm sure if we go astray somehow, or forget how to end a song, we'll feel our way through it and improvise something.
I'll also have to get an amp tomorrow, whether a rental or a loaner from a roommate of Boag's. Mine just won't cut it. I've been looking around for a new one anyway, so maybe if I rent one, I'll try to get one that I'm interested in buying, such as the Fender Blues Jr. Only 15 watts, which is plenty of power for a home practice amp, but it's also apparently very good for gigging--projects a lot louder than it should. And it's got that warm tube tone.
Best be getting on with it. The gig abides.
Colleen is a pro, and fit in very well. Picked up her parts with no problem. I suspect she was a little uneasy with the fact that we're still not as tight with some of the songs as we should be, although she didn't say anything. She's probably used to being a lot tighter with the material she does with the John Borra Band. But she was given a list of 10-12 songs to learn in the space of about five days, so kudos to her in any event.
Plus, we didn't have a drummer on hand, which is a further string left hanging--one day before the gig. Boag finally scared one up today (he had been waiting to hear back from some other guys, who, it turned out, were unavailable), but the new recruit wasn't able to make it tonight. It's a buddy of his from his Kingston days, who apparently has vast amounts of experience and should have no problem, provided we get time to run through a few things tomorrow, perhaps at sound check.
I think we'll be okay though. Having a steady drummer will give us all something to feed off and help provide some glue to keep everything together. Most of the songs are pretty straightforward, so I don't foresee any great catastrophe. I'm sure if we go astray somehow, or forget how to end a song, we'll feel our way through it and improvise something.
I'll also have to get an amp tomorrow, whether a rental or a loaner from a roommate of Boag's. Mine just won't cut it. I've been looking around for a new one anyway, so maybe if I rent one, I'll try to get one that I'm interested in buying, such as the Fender Blues Jr. Only 15 watts, which is plenty of power for a home practice amp, but it's also apparently very good for gigging--projects a lot louder than it should. And it's got that warm tube tone.
Best be getting on with it. The gig abides.
Re-Hearse-al
File under You Know Something's Not Right When...
Dane Squires didn't realize there was any problem until he read his own obituary in the newspaper, his brother said. Then he called his sister's house to let her know he was alive, and found out his funeral was underway.
Dane Squires didn't realize there was any problem until he read his own obituary in the newspaper, his brother said. Then he called his sister's house to let her know he was alive, and found out his funeral was underway.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Bond-ing
By next Saturday night, I will have walked in the shoes of The Beatles...
... as an opening act for Gary US Bonds!
Yes, the Fabs opened for the Jersey shore party rock king when he toured Europe in 1963, and they were mere pre-Fabs. I was probably a mere embryo then. But I've waited for my turn in the sun, and now it's here. 40 years later. Another step in my embryonic musical adventure.
We found out on Friday that we'll be opening for Mr. Bonds at Lee's Palace next Saturday night. It's an early show; our set is at 7:45 till about 8:30. By "we" I mean the same core of musical affiliates who brought you the St. Paddy's Day Massacree, and the much-improved and well-received Fever On Queen Street Shuffle. Boag on vocals and hustle, Tim and me on guitar. And Boag has apparently secured the services of the lovely and talented Colleen Hodgson (John Borra Band), who is an excellent bass player and a fine singer. He's still trying to get a drummer (Don Kerr is touring in Europe or somewhere with Ron Sexsmith) and also possibly a harp or sax player.
Not sure what it is with these Jersey rock and roll stalwarts coming through town lately (we almost ended up opening for Southside Johnny a few weeks back, but that didn't come together). But Mr. Bonds has a new album out called "Back In Twenty", see cuz it's been 20 years since his last album. But, judging from the samples on his website, he's still in good voice. Springsteen appears on the disc, as does Southside Johnny, Dickey Betts and Phoebe Snow. And I'm sure he's got a kick-ass band. His back-up singers are his wife and daughter, both named Laurie Anderson (well, actually one is Laurie Anderson, Jr.), but not that Laurie Anderson.
You may remember Gary US Bonds from such early-60s hits as "New Orleans", "Quarter To Three" or maybe from the Springsteen-penned 80s revival number "This Little Girl Is Mine". He was a big influence on all those Jersey guys such as Bruce, Little Steven and Southside Johnny.
So Boag and Tim and I had out first rehearsal Sunday at Tim's place. Went through about 10 or 12 songs that we wanted to do. Of course, seeing as we only have a week, we'll also revive "The Fever", "Red-Headed Woman" and "Tupelo Honey" from our previous gigs. And most of the other songs are fairly straightforward, so hopefully we won't need to worry about wearing down the batteries on the Fuck-Up Meter. It's a pretty important gig, actually, especially seeing as we don't even play any originals, and we certainly want to make the best of it and not make the bookers regret their choice. So wish us luck, and if you're in the locale, come on by and cheer us on.
... as an opening act for Gary US Bonds!
Yes, the Fabs opened for the Jersey shore party rock king when he toured Europe in 1963, and they were mere pre-Fabs. I was probably a mere embryo then. But I've waited for my turn in the sun, and now it's here. 40 years later. Another step in my embryonic musical adventure.
We found out on Friday that we'll be opening for Mr. Bonds at Lee's Palace next Saturday night. It's an early show; our set is at 7:45 till about 8:30. By "we" I mean the same core of musical affiliates who brought you the St. Paddy's Day Massacree, and the much-improved and well-received Fever On Queen Street Shuffle. Boag on vocals and hustle, Tim and me on guitar. And Boag has apparently secured the services of the lovely and talented Colleen Hodgson (John Borra Band), who is an excellent bass player and a fine singer. He's still trying to get a drummer (Don Kerr is touring in Europe or somewhere with Ron Sexsmith) and also possibly a harp or sax player.
Not sure what it is with these Jersey rock and roll stalwarts coming through town lately (we almost ended up opening for Southside Johnny a few weeks back, but that didn't come together). But Mr. Bonds has a new album out called "Back In Twenty", see cuz it's been 20 years since his last album. But, judging from the samples on his website, he's still in good voice. Springsteen appears on the disc, as does Southside Johnny, Dickey Betts and Phoebe Snow. And I'm sure he's got a kick-ass band. His back-up singers are his wife and daughter, both named Laurie Anderson (well, actually one is Laurie Anderson, Jr.), but not that Laurie Anderson.
You may remember Gary US Bonds from such early-60s hits as "New Orleans", "Quarter To Three" or maybe from the Springsteen-penned 80s revival number "This Little Girl Is Mine". He was a big influence on all those Jersey guys such as Bruce, Little Steven and Southside Johnny.
So Boag and Tim and I had out first rehearsal Sunday at Tim's place. Went through about 10 or 12 songs that we wanted to do. Of course, seeing as we only have a week, we'll also revive "The Fever", "Red-Headed Woman" and "Tupelo Honey" from our previous gigs. And most of the other songs are fairly straightforward, so hopefully we won't need to worry about wearing down the batteries on the Fuck-Up Meter. It's a pretty important gig, actually, especially seeing as we don't even play any originals, and we certainly want to make the best of it and not make the bookers regret their choice. So wish us luck, and if you're in the locale, come on by and cheer us on.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Your Friday Yuk
I don't usually do this, but I was so proud of the joke I made at work yesterday, I just had to share.
We were in a layout meeting for one of the magazine cycles we're currently working on (typically there are three in production: one in mid-production, one just starting, and one being put to bed).
Dramatis Personae:
The Copywriter (Me)
Director of Creative Services (My Boss)
The Repertoire Manager
The Marketing Manager
A couple of our graphic artists
The purpose of the meeting was mostly to present the design and layout of various magazine sections so that Marketing and Repertoire (A&R) can approve them, or give feedback on changes. Other issues are usually discussed as well. For instance, on this day there was some question about one of the features (which I am in the throes of writing). It was to be a coupled feature, offering a CD selection with a related DVD selection, typically a soundtrack and a DVD of the film. The A&R Manager was asking the Marketing Manager if she had decided whether we would go with the "Passion Of The Christ" feature or the "Lord Of The Rings" feature.
A&R Manager: "So, Anita (Marketing), what's the story with the "Passion Of The Christ" feature?
Me (in stage whisper); "He dies in the end. ... Well, sorta."
After the hearty guffaws subsided, tears wiped from eyes and ribs taped up, it was decided that we would be going with the "Passion Of The Christ" coupling. At which point I still had one more in me...
"So, I guess that would be a cross-promotion?"
Thank-you! G'nite! Drive carefully and don't forget to tip your waitstaff!
We were in a layout meeting for one of the magazine cycles we're currently working on (typically there are three in production: one in mid-production, one just starting, and one being put to bed).
Dramatis Personae:
The Copywriter (Me)
Director of Creative Services (My Boss)
The Repertoire Manager
The Marketing Manager
A couple of our graphic artists
The purpose of the meeting was mostly to present the design and layout of various magazine sections so that Marketing and Repertoire (A&R) can approve them, or give feedback on changes. Other issues are usually discussed as well. For instance, on this day there was some question about one of the features (which I am in the throes of writing). It was to be a coupled feature, offering a CD selection with a related DVD selection, typically a soundtrack and a DVD of the film. The A&R Manager was asking the Marketing Manager if she had decided whether we would go with the "Passion Of The Christ" feature or the "Lord Of The Rings" feature.
A&R Manager: "So, Anita (Marketing), what's the story with the "Passion Of The Christ" feature?
Me (in stage whisper); "He dies in the end. ... Well, sorta."
After the hearty guffaws subsided, tears wiped from eyes and ribs taped up, it was decided that we would be going with the "Passion Of The Christ" coupling. At which point I still had one more in me...
"So, I guess that would be a cross-promotion?"
Thank-you! G'nite! Drive carefully and don't forget to tip your waitstaff!
Sunday, September 05, 2004
The Other Soul Train
I finally went to see "Festival Express" last night. A film that in 1970 asked the question: what do you get when you put Janis Joplin, The Band, The Grateful Dead, The Flying Burrito Brothers, The Buddy Guy Band, Ian and Sylvia Tyson and others on their very own private CN passenger train with unlimited booze and drugs and send them from Toronto to Calgary with stops along the way to play concerts? Answer: A very good film documenting a very crazy train ride across the Canadian landscape. Metaphor for the sixties? Sure, why not.
I remember reading about this legendary train ride in a Rolling Stone anthology years ago. The film footage had been lost for 30 years, only found recently by the son of the filmmaker or the promoter or somebody, when he was cleaning out his garage, and then it got entangled in legal quagmires. They've done an incredible job restoring the film. It's great to see some of the train jams/parties. There's a scene where an icredibly wasted Rick Danko is trying to lead Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia and Rob Weir through "Ain't No More Cain". I think Rick's working from a different cosmic metronome there. I'd love to see the footage that didn't make it into the film. Maybe when the DVD comes out.
The concert footage is wonderful. Joplin in particular. It's striking just how powerful she is here. Her performance of "Cry Baby" is just so emotionally potent. It's the power of her singing, the way she throws her entire being into it, but also the sadness at her core--and you see it. You feel it. She just lays it all out, spills it all out right there on the stage. This is my life. I'm a rock and roll mama, superstar, but I can't keep hold of one good man. They just keep leavin'. They just keep breakin' my heart, man.
A mere three months later, she would be dead. Don't anyone try to tell me booze and drugs killed Janis Joplin.
What's also sad is when you do a "split screen" of her performance side-by-side with most of today's popular music. I'd like to think that a singer with that kind of power would be a star in any era, but I wonder if Janis would even be on the radar in today's music industry where female singers don't get signed unless they look like Faith Hill or Jessica Simpson. I'd like to think that if she came along today, she'd break through. Wouldn't she? Please tell me it's so.
Imagine turning Janis loose on the "American Idol" scene! Ha!
There was a boomer-aged couple who had brought their two kids, about nine or ten years old, to see the film. I wasn't sure if that was wise, with all the booze and drugs and craziness in the film, but if those kids left the theatre thinking "okay, so that's what music should be like. Like being whalloped with a 2x4 soaked in heart and soul", then it was a successful history lesson.
You can read more about the film here.
View some trailers here (clicking will open a Windows Media file) and here.
As Janis said, "Next time you throw a train, invite me."
I remember reading about this legendary train ride in a Rolling Stone anthology years ago. The film footage had been lost for 30 years, only found recently by the son of the filmmaker or the promoter or somebody, when he was cleaning out his garage, and then it got entangled in legal quagmires. They've done an incredible job restoring the film. It's great to see some of the train jams/parties. There's a scene where an icredibly wasted Rick Danko is trying to lead Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia and Rob Weir through "Ain't No More Cain". I think Rick's working from a different cosmic metronome there. I'd love to see the footage that didn't make it into the film. Maybe when the DVD comes out.
The concert footage is wonderful. Joplin in particular. It's striking just how powerful she is here. Her performance of "Cry Baby" is just so emotionally potent. It's the power of her singing, the way she throws her entire being into it, but also the sadness at her core--and you see it. You feel it. She just lays it all out, spills it all out right there on the stage. This is my life. I'm a rock and roll mama, superstar, but I can't keep hold of one good man. They just keep leavin'. They just keep breakin' my heart, man.
A mere three months later, she would be dead. Don't anyone try to tell me booze and drugs killed Janis Joplin.
What's also sad is when you do a "split screen" of her performance side-by-side with most of today's popular music. I'd like to think that a singer with that kind of power would be a star in any era, but I wonder if Janis would even be on the radar in today's music industry where female singers don't get signed unless they look like Faith Hill or Jessica Simpson. I'd like to think that if she came along today, she'd break through. Wouldn't she? Please tell me it's so.
Imagine turning Janis loose on the "American Idol" scene! Ha!
There was a boomer-aged couple who had brought their two kids, about nine or ten years old, to see the film. I wasn't sure if that was wise, with all the booze and drugs and craziness in the film, but if those kids left the theatre thinking "okay, so that's what music should be like. Like being whalloped with a 2x4 soaked in heart and soul", then it was a successful history lesson.
You can read more about the film here.
View some trailers here (clicking will open a Windows Media file) and here.
As Janis said, "Next time you throw a train, invite me."
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Play It Again Mr. Roberts
Sam Roberts will be appearing on Conan O'Brien tonight, apparently performing the kick-ass song "Don't Walk Away Eileen".
Tune in!
Tune in!
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
An App A Day
Downloaded a very cool -- and free! -- Mac app called Imagewell.
Minimum Mac OS X 10.2.8 needed.
From their webpage:
ImageWell is the easy way to edit, rotate, crop, and resize your image and upload it to your iDisk (.mac account), FTP server, or WebDAV server. No need to launch multiple applications to add text, labels, thought clouds, talking balloons, drop shadows, watermarks and shapes. At the click of a button, the image is sent and a handy URL is copied to the clipboard.
Very useful for posting pictures and images to my FTP site for Blog use.
Download from the developer's webpage link above, or Download.com.
Minimum Mac OS X 10.2.8 needed.
From their webpage:
ImageWell is the easy way to edit, rotate, crop, and resize your image and upload it to your iDisk (.mac account), FTP server, or WebDAV server. No need to launch multiple applications to add text, labels, thought clouds, talking balloons, drop shadows, watermarks and shapes. At the click of a button, the image is sent and a handy URL is copied to the clipboard.
Very useful for posting pictures and images to my FTP site for Blog use.
Download from the developer's webpage link above, or Download.com.
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