okay... so here we are... we drove to Boston this morning... but first I should mention Williamsburg neighborhood of Brooklyn... you've been getting some fairly nasty press as being some sort of hipster womb. I have to say, being no hipster myself, that i thoroughly enjoyed walking around the graffitied streets... our breakfast was a bit expensive... but good none the less... good time were had by all...
our drive to the Boston area was absolutely uneventful in the most stupendous way... just drove... that's all we did... we drove... we got in a car and drove... mindlessly... we listened to some discs we'd been meaning to hear... especially Neko Case, Blacklisted... weird... she makes weird, and wonderful, choices with her instruments and her voices... good stuff...
but on to the venue... last we played in Boston, it was a disaster... the band wanted to leave... no money... no place to stay... scary stuff indeed...
this time around we played P.A.'s Lounge... which has received equal amounts of good and bad press in the band world... and although our initial interaction with the owners was a bit strange... distant... disaffected... I have to say that they really looked out for us... took care of us as they knew we were on the road... I think all said and done there 26 people there who really just listened to me and dave... there were two acts ahead of us... Caleb Blake, folky breathy stuff, and the Rockefeller Fortune, whom we had set up the show... after was were the family kitchen band... young guys... some good talent waiting to become old and second nature...
i really can't get past the fact that we played to an audience in Boston... strange... sold some discs and made some friends... we filled up one entire page on our email list! :) emoticons are great!
Financial Breakdown will have to wait until tomorrow...
thanks Boston, you are really really really sweet...
Grimm
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tour Day Two 11/116
I’m noticing certain redeeming quiet qualities of New York City denizens. They scurry and groove to their own semi-silent soundtrack. Shifting to avoid the invisible thumb that desires to cram them into a box, into a label. A quiet defiance that bubbles low, simmering, barely noticeable, acts as a thin impenetrable shell; it keeps the personal breathable atmosphere in; it is a conductor.
I stood outside a service laundry business and watched the women sit on bags of clothes, sheets, and unmentionables. Sweat, seemingly tropical, spotted their faces; their faces bright with smiles spoke measures of happiness. Not joy. Happiness. There could not have been any real career counseling for them. Their guidance department was their hearts or their fate. Fate. Funny as it is, a true contentment mixed with the steam and damp fabrics.
Fate is the ultimate life coach, no? It sits above us, every one of us… the man named giant that half of us humans dread while the other half laughs. I had been thinking about our Faith and our Fate. Neither of which can be empirically broken down; although, Thom McHugh would probably argue against that very assumption. Words composted by Linton Elementary:
Faith never wavers
You are the one who
Veers and shutters
Dodge and fade.
God, if that is the
Concept to address,
He is the one lacking
Human flaws.
He doesn’t shift
So easy in his heart
His direction, solid
And fantastic.
To imitate, to walk
Those steps, there is
An impossible task
Without equal.
We walk in measured
Steps, calculated for us
By speakers or truths
Old mouths, antique spittle.
Not being God allows
For some wiggle room
Just enough slack
To walk astray.
The show was fantastic... we even had a surprise guest... venerable Mick Ferraro, bass player in an old band of mine, swept in to the club in a most elegant and masculine manner. We talked of the past, we talked of the future... we talked of music... great crowd showed up! 12-13 folks listened intently... it was fun... later in the evening we stayed with Nate Schweber of the New Heathens and ended up zipping through a few songs, late night...
read about it here: http://www.newheathens.com
late to bed
and early to rise...
quick breakfast and we were on the road to somerville... right outside of boston... more later!
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Money Stuff
Tolls: -10.95
Previous Balance: -100.50
Total Monies Out: -111.45
Lakeside Lounge Payment: +75
Current Balance: -36.45
I stood outside a service laundry business and watched the women sit on bags of clothes, sheets, and unmentionables. Sweat, seemingly tropical, spotted their faces; their faces bright with smiles spoke measures of happiness. Not joy. Happiness. There could not have been any real career counseling for them. Their guidance department was their hearts or their fate. Fate. Funny as it is, a true contentment mixed with the steam and damp fabrics.
Fate is the ultimate life coach, no? It sits above us, every one of us… the man named giant that half of us humans dread while the other half laughs. I had been thinking about our Faith and our Fate. Neither of which can be empirically broken down; although, Thom McHugh would probably argue against that very assumption. Words composted by Linton Elementary:
Faith never wavers
You are the one who
Veers and shutters
Dodge and fade.
God, if that is the
Concept to address,
He is the one lacking
Human flaws.
He doesn’t shift
So easy in his heart
His direction, solid
And fantastic.
To imitate, to walk
Those steps, there is
An impossible task
Without equal.
We walk in measured
Steps, calculated for us
By speakers or truths
Old mouths, antique spittle.
Not being God allows
For some wiggle room
Just enough slack
To walk astray.
The show was fantastic... we even had a surprise guest... venerable Mick Ferraro, bass player in an old band of mine, swept in to the club in a most elegant and masculine manner. We talked of the past, we talked of the future... we talked of music... great crowd showed up! 12-13 folks listened intently... it was fun... later in the evening we stayed with Nate Schweber of the New Heathens and ended up zipping through a few songs, late night...
read about it here: http://www.newheathens.com
late to bed
and early to rise...
quick breakfast and we were on the road to somerville... right outside of boston... more later!
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Money Stuff
Tolls: -10.95
Previous Balance: -100.50
Total Monies Out: -111.45
Lakeside Lounge Payment: +75
Current Balance: -36.45
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tour Day One 11/15
So I don’t know much about Philadelphia. Nothing beyond my Junior American history class trip when I met the German foreign exchange student, her name escapes me, but I seem to recall that she was interested in me. Me. That attraction, imagined or real, was the first real twinge of an adult persona, maybe understanding that I just might be “good lookin’.” Although my confidence waned after she was sent home to the “Olde Country,” no internets in 1989 and no one knew what the fuck an emoticon was… I slowly moved back to my old disappointed self, cynical about girls. Love from afar… not an effective romantic mantra.
I’m off topic, I know. Well… anyhow… Dave Hadley and I pull onto Broad Street and get this… people are parked in the middle of what would the British call a central reservation. It was un-nerving. The cars were just parked, clubs locked into the driving wheel… fending off the sneaky and the ne’er do wells… out of control. At first these machines appeared to be turning left…a long line, a long wait. But as we moved down the street their lamp-less head lights became more apparent, to the point where I felt compelled to turn to Dave and asked, “Does this seem strange to you?” To which he replied, “Yup.”
Can you believe it? I mean… wow… just parked in the middle of the street… like no one’s business. Cars to tired to park on the side of the street… giving up and sputtering to a halt there, smack fucking dab in the middle. It wasn’t just one block but all of them. It’s been a while since I’ve been that uncomfortable in traffic.
Cultural/Social rules probably vary in the automobile world, no? I mean… in Germany, they probably have some sort of strange driving thing or parking peccadilloes… I’m sure of it… they probably parallel park cars while smoking pot and talking to seventeen year olds about how they are cool and would like to go to the homecoming dance… then end up being deported.
Soon enough we make it to the Tritone… somewhat akin to the old Café Tattoo… the tables and the chairs have a semi cafeteria feel… carpet that claims all that falls onto its matted sticky threads. Each table swivels or careens, which ever you prefer, in unanticipated directions… as I type this I have negotiated several hairpin twists. Blogging… TO THE EXTREME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Slo and Shakey, I shit you not… their names are playing some blues… guitars sound good… they know what they’re doing… oh and Monday Night Football is on tonight… Eagles vs. The Redskins… with McNabb playing for Washington. I am made to understand that this situation could become volatile…
Our set: a bit shakey in the confidence area... slo in tempo... overall, pretty and good. arrows and rocks emerged as the stand out track... solid connections and my voice, in fine form, smoothed out the delivery... worth something, I believe. Closing time and no real leads on a place to stay... we end up eating a red roof inn in new jersey. there are no snooki's where we are staying... june star is in the red...
Gas: -26
Tolls: -9
Hotel: -68
Beer: -8
Parking: -4.50
Total Monies Out: 115.50
Less Payment from the show: 15
Total Monies In: 15
-100.50
Okay New York!
I’m off topic, I know. Well… anyhow… Dave Hadley and I pull onto Broad Street and get this… people are parked in the middle of what would the British call a central reservation. It was un-nerving. The cars were just parked, clubs locked into the driving wheel… fending off the sneaky and the ne’er do wells… out of control. At first these machines appeared to be turning left…a long line, a long wait. But as we moved down the street their lamp-less head lights became more apparent, to the point where I felt compelled to turn to Dave and asked, “Does this seem strange to you?” To which he replied, “Yup.”
Can you believe it? I mean… wow… just parked in the middle of the street… like no one’s business. Cars to tired to park on the side of the street… giving up and sputtering to a halt there, smack fucking dab in the middle. It wasn’t just one block but all of them. It’s been a while since I’ve been that uncomfortable in traffic.
Cultural/Social rules probably vary in the automobile world, no? I mean… in Germany, they probably have some sort of strange driving thing or parking peccadilloes… I’m sure of it… they probably parallel park cars while smoking pot and talking to seventeen year olds about how they are cool and would like to go to the homecoming dance… then end up being deported.
Soon enough we make it to the Tritone… somewhat akin to the old Café Tattoo… the tables and the chairs have a semi cafeteria feel… carpet that claims all that falls onto its matted sticky threads. Each table swivels or careens, which ever you prefer, in unanticipated directions… as I type this I have negotiated several hairpin twists. Blogging… TO THE EXTREME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Slo and Shakey, I shit you not… their names are playing some blues… guitars sound good… they know what they’re doing… oh and Monday Night Football is on tonight… Eagles vs. The Redskins… with McNabb playing for Washington. I am made to understand that this situation could become volatile…
Our set: a bit shakey in the confidence area... slo in tempo... overall, pretty and good. arrows and rocks emerged as the stand out track... solid connections and my voice, in fine form, smoothed out the delivery... worth something, I believe. Closing time and no real leads on a place to stay... we end up eating a red roof inn in new jersey. there are no snooki's where we are staying... june star is in the red...
Gas: -26
Tolls: -9
Hotel: -68
Beer: -8
Parking: -4.50
Total Monies Out: 115.50
Less Payment from the show: 15
Total Monies In: 15
-100.50
Okay New York!
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