Saturday, December 25, 2010
A Christmas Day Poem
and the eve turns to morn.
A gift for my love
then we're off to adorn
our family's fine tree with our presents.
We feast on eggs
and bacon and laughter,
with hot cider and cinnamon buns after,
young and old gathering to know each each other.
Everyone takes turns
as the gifts make their rounds,
An eager drawing nephew
makes animal sounds,
and grown-ups recall being young.
Wearing silly hats
and making silly faces,
people too long seperated
resume familiar places.
Then we listen to the quiet hush of the falling snow,
the first time in a generation, on Christmas.
After food, family and presents settle,
we travel through the snow
with all of our many gifts
and joy in tow,
hurrying carefully on.
At last, our own fire,
blazing from the bellows,
is giving it's heat
to our - until just recently -
quite chilly feet.
It's good to be home.
On this day when so much is given
and so much is taken,
I gaze at my wife
while the black chai is steeping,
and I know it's Christmas we're keeping.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Street Pianos Project in NYC
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
It's almost done!
Oh, and Chad, worship, while nice, is not going to make it get done any faster.
I'm just saying...
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday at Flipnotics and after, Austin
Well, this morning Scott, Kevin and Kayte all flew out of Austin for various destinations. I envy them how quickly they'll be back home. We are looking at 2 days on the road of almost non-stop driving, and they'll be home this afternoon. But, that is the way of things, and it has been awesome having them with me on the tour. Now I am on to the solo shows. Stu took today off work so he can hang out with us all day. We went out to lunch at the Screaming Goat (tasty morsels to be sure!) and explored some guitar shops. Most of them were boring, but we finally found a vintage shop with lots of primo used guitars. I realized why I had wanted to find one after we went inside. I miss Sam Moss's shop. This place was a little bigger than his shop, but it had a similar vibe, with all the old guitars. I realized upon walking in that I hadn't been in a shop like it since he died. I was never close to Sam, but I appreciated his eye for guitars. At the shop in Austin, I saw a real Epiphone Casino, like the Beatles had and the Edge uses (It is the same vintage as my Epiphone Ensign amp, from the 60's before Gibson bought them, moved their production overseas and used them as a budget line for their guitar models). There were vintage Gibson acoustics galore. There were crazy electric banjos, and gypsy guitars. There were Matchless amps, and Les Paul's - oh and we heard that Les Paul passed away this morning. That man single handedly created modern music. Most of you won't know this, but not only did he invent the humbucker guitar pickup, and the carved top solid body electric guitar (the guitar that Slash is holding on the cover of Guitar Hero 3 is a Les Paul), he also invented the multi track tape recorder. This invention changed music forever. It allowed 4 side by side sections of tape to be recorded independently of one another. This ushered in the modern studio era. Now, a musician could record the drums of a song first, then the bass, and then as he listened to both of those, he could play the guitar, and if he messed anything up, he could go back and re-record just what he messed up. Prior to this invention, studio recordings were just live performances with a mic in the room. Now things beyond live could be done. This is what George Martin did with the Beatles that was so revolutionary. They used the four track recorder to it's full potential, and no one had heard anything like it before, and people still listen to it today. Les Paul created a new medium for musical art. Thanks, Les. I hope it sounds good wherever you are. Well, they had so many used pedals at this vintage shop that I wanted to hang out for a few hours trying everything out, but it was getting to be time to go set up for the show.
When we got to Flipnotics, it turned out to be just as cool as my local friend Larry said it was. He suggested I play there. It was brightly colored, and had a vaguely spacey theme. It was positioned at the base of the biggest hill in Austin, and in the back there were several decks connected with little walkways that progressively climbed up the steep hill into the trees. Very cozy atmosphere. One thing about Austin, and Texas in general, is that it is hot. Really hot. It was 105 when we were there. Lots of people ride their bikes around and to work, and everyone sweats, and no one is put out if you smell a little hot, or have gotten a little sweaty. It's just part of living there, and everyone is in the same boat. I like how relaxed people are in Austin. The South is polite, but it is not always an honest polite. It is often a surface politeness that people still use to keep their distance. And the hippies in NC in my experience can tend to have a clique-ish supierority to them. They seem to be open-minded, but really only to their own alternative way of thinking, and not actually to anybody else. I don't know if they mean to, but they can make you feel like a loser if you are not like them. In Austin, I ran into lots of people that look just like the hippies here, and I had my guard up, because I expected them to be kinda judgemental like they can be here, but was completely disarmed by how genuinely nice people are here. Lots of different looking people, and different social subsets, and races, but folks were easy to talk to, interested in what I had to say, eager to listen to our music, and helpful in many ways that they didn't have to be. It was like a culture of kindness. Eric, who was one of the barkeeps at Flipnotics and also the sound guy, was super nice getting me in and helping me get set up. Stu helped out with the van and the trailer, and carrying gear in. We were running a little late, but got the show started on time due to Stu's terrific help. There was a tiny little stage, just big enough for me and my piano and guitar, and I got to playing the show. It felt strange not having the band. It has actually been some time since I did solo shows. So, I navigated the differences, and tried to sing my heart out. Stu and Liz were there, and they said that when I got rolling on an intense song that I was fierce! There is always a divide between stage and crowd that you have to overcome before people are enveloped into your songs. Apparently, I use fierceness to jump across! I think that sounds cool. There were two folks who used to live in New Orleans there, and they listened the to the songs, and really seemed to enjoy it. We had some banter back and forth, and turns out they also used to live in Hattiesburg, MS, where I am headed tomorrow! Small world. They signed the mailing list and bought some CD's before they left. The other folks listening were in the bands that were playing later that night. Owen and Emily, a band which does not contain an Owen or an Emily, were really cool and seemed to like the songs. Jehovah's Fitness was up after them. What a great name!
After the show, we loaded up and decided to go see the bats and get some food. There was this place with bright green neon that cought my eye on the way to the bat bridge. It was a Texas Bar-B-Q place called the Green Mesquite. More on that in a minute. In Austin, there is a big bridge, I think it's called the Congress Street bridge, that crosses the big river that runs beside downtown. Apparently, over a million bats live under this bridge, and every night at sunset they fly out in a huge cloud that lasts for a long time. There is a big statue of a bat nearby, and a crowd of onlookers gathers every night. By the time I finished the show and we loaded up, it was nearing the end of the bat cloud, but we hurried out there, and still saw quite a few of them circling around, and taking off. You could also see hordes of them on the horizon. I'd stare off at the tree line in the distance, and then my eyes would adjust and I'd see a seemingly endless stream of them cutting through a gap in the trees. It was pretty cool. The afterglow of performing, the river, the bridge, the sunset, a nice evening breeze, the city skyline, the crazy bats, and good friends well met all made for quite a memorable moment. As light faded, it became harder to see the remaining bats, and we were getting hungry, so we took off back to the Green Mesquite. Our waitress was from Asheville, if you can believe it. There was a rather long wait, and we sat there and enjoyed conversation together. I love Stu. It's like you have to be around him for a while for him to open up, but he did over the bats and into dinner. I recognized the Stu that I had taught piano to for a couple of years, and it was cool to see that's still who he is, when there's enough down time to stop worrying about work that has to be done. Nobody on task is relaxed, and he is great helper when there is work to do, that's for sure, but it felt nice to have nothing to do. When we had lessons, I remember how excited he could be about things, like there was light bulb behind his eyes, and that light was on while we were hanging out at the Green Mesquite. Oh, and the food was amazing when it did come. They can cook some cow in Texas. There was a big signed poster from the Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives guy saying "You can't beat the meat at the Green Mesquite." In the outside seating area, which we could see from our table, there was a covered permanent stage. It's like everywhere is a venue in this town. I saw built stages at other restaurants too. This is a music loving place. That was a definite change from NC. There are music loving people in NC, but the city itself, and the local businesses are not into it like this. Can you imagine a Hot Topic with a stage? It's like they have gotten used to having music around, and it is just normal for bands to be everywhere. We loved Austin. Go if you get the chance.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thursday at the Kick Butt Cafe, Austin
Wow, where to start? Tonight was an amazing night. We made so many new friends, and almost all of them musicians. For starters there was Brian, whose buddy was a wounded marine. He had been shot in the leg and had his truck blown up by an rpg. He was deaf in one of his ears because of the diesel fuel that flodded into it after the crash. He did not appear wounded at all, and was nice guy, and was awfully young. Brian had a bunch of friends there. But before the open mic even got started, there was David Morgan. He was actually booked to play the hour and a half before the open mic. He was an older guy, with a super sweet Gibson acoustic, and a thin, beautiful voice. We got there just as he was finishing up, and he and I got to talking. Turns out he is part of the Austin Songwriter's Group, which is the the Austin equivalent of the Winston-Salem chapter of the Nashville Songwriter's Association that I am a part of. He had neard of Linne Black, the lady who leads our group. She is connected everywhere it seems! He shared a lot of information about living in Austin as a musician, booking shows, pursuing the music industy, and so on. He is trying to tour some himself, and wants to get over to Asheville and some other spots in NC to play some shows. I offered to help him out when he comes this way. Super nice guy. Next on the list of interesting people we met tonight is Young Gangsta Bone. He's a fan of Kayte and came all the way from Dallas (3 hours) to see her! Young Gangsta Bone, as he calls himself on youtube and in his music, did a cover of Kayte's song "Soaked You In" and posted it on youtube. We had heard he was gonna come to the show, so were all interested to meet him. He also posts his own raps, and "Tinkerbell" was a band favorite. We had no idea what to expect, but turns out the guy is super nice. He's soft spoken, and kind. He came with his dad, and they travel all over the country detailing and repairing and transporting supercars for pro athletes. YGB, as we called him, hung out all night talking to Kayte and Scott and Kevin, and I could tell he was really glad to be there. It was another cool fan moment for Kayte, and for all of us really. He also took video of us and Kayte and has posted it on youtube. Then there was Maggie, the host of the open mic. She had bright red hair, wore a long flowing gown with no shoes, and introduced all the performers. The first guy up was Michael Pearson. He wore a tie, and carried himself like a young Lyle Lovett might've. He sang with a Texas twang about being a cat, and made all kinds of crazy noises with mouth during the song, that you just couldn't believe, made more incredible by the fact that he made all these sounds work in the song! Then we got to play, and the crowd and Maggie really liked us. We played I Miss the Explosions and I'm Gonna Kiss You. Everyone was limited to 2 songs because of a good turnout of people wanting to play, but when we finished, the crowd cheered us and Maggie invited us to play another song. That was pretty cool, and we played Miss Monsoon to more cheers. She did the same thing for Kayte after us. Among the other performers, some real standouts were Milan, who played acoustic bass solo and sang, and it was like this avante garde punk metal. But solo voice and acoustic bass. It was an impressive display, and an ambitious performance, but she pulled it off. She let me play her sweet Tacoma bass for a while afterwards. I sat outside and played Somewhere Else Than Here and wrote another solo bass groove. An artist drew my portrait while I was playing the bass. I think he would've given it to me, but preferred to trade art for art, so I traded him an EP for it. We met this very funny and outgoing, very short girl named Denise. She was so cool! She was not short on voice though, she sang Summertime from Porgy and Bess a capella and it was great. Later on, a woman in African dress got on stage with a big djembe and a tambourine. For her first song, she sang and played tambourine , and for her second song, she sang and lightly played the big djembe. Her voice was the blues. She was soul in person. It was electrifying. Everyone was transfixed. As soon as I could I reached into the bag and got out the video camera and got as much of it as I could recorded. Her name was Onyee. I didn't even get to speak to her, but she was amazing. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand, and then she fed us sorrow and redemption, love and loss, beauty and heartache. I have never heard anyone make so much music with just a tambourine. It was entire drum kit in her hands. It was like she took the little tambourine and coaxed more out of it than you thought possible, then she took the big djembe and played it so gently and quietly, asking of it only what she absolutely needed for the song. Both extremes were quite powerful. Then, our host Maggie got up on stage with her guitar, and she seemed to be friends with everyone there, so they were all cheering her on. She sang in a bright pleasant voice with a lot of sass about how all the guys who dumped her in the past were missing out cause she really was the best thing they ever saw. Her songs were a lighthearted and funny girl power moment in the course of the evening. There was this hippy/eastern guru guy named Julian who wore a brightly colored wrap up cloth, kind of like what Ghandi wore, just not white. He would say things like "I really want to hear what you're saying, but it's hard to pay attention to you when there are German songs playing so loudly in my head." He sat around reading fortunes, and generally being mystical, until it was his turn to perform, and he sang Ave Maria a capella. He was impossible not to notice! Now, on the other end of the
garish spectrum, there was quiet Nate, who was a tall lanky guy with a pony tail. He sat in the back drinking a beer most of the night. When he got on stage, he sang a song about meeting Jesus in a 5 star hotel. He was relaxing, and it turns out that he keeps a loaf and a fish with him in his pockets. When they were done talking, Jesus turned to leave and walked across the pool! It was very funny. We exchanged CD's. There was M.T., a broad shouldered man who looked like he might have been of Native American descent. He was really nice to talk to. He sang tender songs about love as he gently strummed chords on his guitar. I enjoyed his songs, and he seemed to be well-liked by everyone there. There was a humbleness about him on and off stage that struck me.
Now, I wish this next bit didn't sound as critical as it is going to, but I feel like I need to tell about this guy because he was part of our experience. I guess an open mic night wouldn't be complete without one cocky guy who is not aware that he can't play, write or sing, but who believes deeply that since he experienced an emotion, he must be the next Bob Dylan. It was just unfortunate that said emotional noisemaker used only cliched lyric after cliched lyric. Cliches are what people use when they want to hide themselves and keep a distance from who they are talking too, rather than tell of their feelings and reactions honestly. It was such an accepting wonderful atmosphere, and the overall quality of the night was so high, he would've been embraced, I think, if he had been honest in his lyrics, even if he sang and played badly. But alas, even though there were a lot of words he managed to actually express nothing. Beyond pomposity. At projecting that he was actually quite skilled. Let's just leave it at that. After everyone who signed the list had gotten to play, there was a free-for-all till the Cafe closed. Whoever got to the stage with their insturment in hand got to play again. We played I Love The Way You Smell, and Kayte played another song, both to more cheers. As the night concluded, we just didn't want to leave. We hung out till past closing. There was a little community outside all night long, with the smokers, and the artist doing portraits. He did Kayte's and Maggie's too. Julian was reading fortunes, with less than acurate results acording to Denise! We loaded up, but were in no hurry to leave. Then, a little bit of adventure, Maggie's car wouldn't start, and there was a flurry of activity to help her. I didn't have any jumper cables, so I couldn't do anything. We just hung around talking more with our new friends. The Kick Butt Cafe has a martial arts theme and is owned by Master Gohring, who also has a martial arts academy. They sold rubber throwing stars and padded nunchucks at the counter, so I got a star. Kevin informed that they actually hurt, as it bounced off of him in the parking lot. :-) They finally got Maggie's car started, and it just made perfect sense that Milan, the hard-edged avante garde punk metal solo acoustic bassist drove a big beat up truck and had jumper cables handy. Amazing night, really.