wow what a weekend, art of the jam 8
it's an "everybody i work with is playing out" friday night. let me explain: at my dayjob, it seems like you can't turn a corner without running into a bassplayer. and they're all playing tonight. on berry street. dig: byron gordon (with calhoun, playing their last show for awhile so tim, byron, and max can concentrate on being coma rally) and jeremy hull (with collin herring and the spiffy new kent bass he acquired on the herring band's most recent excursion to the left coast) are at the aardvark, while steve steward (with darth vato, celebrating the release of their new e.p.) is at the moon. elsewhere tonight, confusatron (getting ready for their end-of-month jaunt to colorado, where lucas white is also gonna fill in on drums with pablo and the hemphill 7, since damien stewart can't make the trip) and 99 names of god (featuring mark cook on the amazing warr gtr -- kind of like a one-man king crimson) are at the ridglea. then saturday night, chatterton's at the axis, a'hummin' acoustical acupuncture's at the wreck, pablo will cover downtown in a blanket of reggae goodness from the patio at flying saucer in sundance square, and scott copeland (who apparently is _not_ employing lee allen on bass) will be at bronco's out in the wilds of, um, hurst. it's _nice_ to have to make choices.
although she's not yet as burnt out on it as she was on the brian wilson smile cd after i listened to it every day for a month or something, kat suggested to me that i _might_ wanna stop listening to andre's cd-r of the wreck room wednesday night jam from 6/15/05 before it becomes the mechanism that causes me to be dissatisfied with every other subsequent jam. this week, lee allen decided that the jam should be an 8-to-12 affair (rather than kicking off at 10 and going till closing). in this way, he hopes to get more ppl (jammers and, more importantly, civilians) out on a school night. darrin kobetich, who'd played seemingly every night for the past week, took jam night off to pay back some sleep. matt hembree and jeremy hull were supposed to show up but both wound up getting sidetracked; in the future, though, i'd like to see a four-bass jam where we can play spinal tap's "big bottom," just 'cause. who _did_ show up: goodwin's esteemed frontman tony diaz, who added some low comedy to the first set; joe cruz, who acquitted himself as nicely as always while splitting drum duties with damien; mark neumann from bombshelter, who played some gtr and forced us to perform "stayin' alive," a song that should _never_ be played by _anyone_; and some drunk cowboy from a band whose name i should remember, who i _almost_ let get up and sing before lee squashed the idea (sorry lee; i'll never do it again). i also got a little duet action with lee that reminded me that i need to practice my axe more (which should prolly include learning the musical backing to the monologue on fz's "muffin man"). unfortunately, the only ppl who witnessed all of the above (besides my wife and a guy from my work) were three wimmin who steve huber was trying to impress (two dancers and an accountant!), who left because the wreck doesn't serve frozen margaritas. feh. if a jam happens at the wreck room and nobody's there to hear it, what sound does it make?
although she's not yet as burnt out on it as she was on the brian wilson smile cd after i listened to it every day for a month or something, kat suggested to me that i _might_ wanna stop listening to andre's cd-r of the wreck room wednesday night jam from 6/15/05 before it becomes the mechanism that causes me to be dissatisfied with every other subsequent jam. this week, lee allen decided that the jam should be an 8-to-12 affair (rather than kicking off at 10 and going till closing). in this way, he hopes to get more ppl (jammers and, more importantly, civilians) out on a school night. darrin kobetich, who'd played seemingly every night for the past week, took jam night off to pay back some sleep. matt hembree and jeremy hull were supposed to show up but both wound up getting sidetracked; in the future, though, i'd like to see a four-bass jam where we can play spinal tap's "big bottom," just 'cause. who _did_ show up: goodwin's esteemed frontman tony diaz, who added some low comedy to the first set; joe cruz, who acquitted himself as nicely as always while splitting drum duties with damien; mark neumann from bombshelter, who played some gtr and forced us to perform "stayin' alive," a song that should _never_ be played by _anyone_; and some drunk cowboy from a band whose name i should remember, who i _almost_ let get up and sing before lee squashed the idea (sorry lee; i'll never do it again). i also got a little duet action with lee that reminded me that i need to practice my axe more (which should prolly include learning the musical backing to the monologue on fz's "muffin man"). unfortunately, the only ppl who witnessed all of the above (besides my wife and a guy from my work) were three wimmin who steve huber was trying to impress (two dancers and an accountant!), who left because the wreck doesn't serve frozen margaritas. feh. if a jam happens at the wreck room and nobody's there to hear it, what sound does it make?
posted by stashdauber at 4:34 AM
2 Comments:
mark cook = trey gunn; lucas kicks ass
I've only jammed with another bassist once ... it was a fiasco. He didn't understand the concept of space in music, and the fact that if you both try to fill the same space at the same time you rupture the fabric of space-time and all hell breaks loose.
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