art of the jam 14
ok, i've been a little delinquent in posting this, which some readers might infer indicates a _degree of exhaustion with the project_. not so; just an ass-whomping _week from hell_ at work and a weekend when my wife rented a stack of monty python dvd's. (i should note here that weeks from hell notwithstanding, i like my dayjob real much and our office is thicker with musos than any employer i've had since, well, blockbuster music back in the days when tim locke and various toadies usedta punch the clock there.)
it _is_ true that absent darrin kobetich and james hinkle, there's been a relative paucity of axe-slingers around the little wreck room on recent wednesday nights. not that i really _get tired of listening to myself play_, it's just that sometimes i think that civilians, not to mention the bandleader, might appreciate a bit more variety (or somebody whose formative influences date from later than 1972 or so). but enough about me. there's lots more to listen to, particularly the violin player and his line 6 pod thingy. and my buddy joe cruz on drums (who's apparently _not_ joining villain vanguard; their loss). last week, when leo saenz III from latin express stopped by with his bass for a brief blow, 6-string-bassmeister lee allen stepped over to gtr and played the fahrrr out of it too, as is his wont. it's just that the visit by leo and a drummer whose name i didn't catch but i believe plays with steve huber in the fw symphony and also hosts a jam at 6th street grill (which i wouldn't know because i've _never ever_ set foot in that particular establishment) seemed more like an _event_ than a _process_, which is what the jam is, i think, when it's hitting on all cylinders. especially when they busted out, um, ravel's "bolero." i kept looking all over for bo derek (or bo diddley, for that matter), but she failed to materialize.
for me, the high point of the night was the last 15 minutes or so, when kyle aka monkey brainz, who's played with spoonfed tribe, got up to add his flutes, voxxx, and f/x to the mix. (actually, the _extramusical_ high point for me was when my dtr and her b-f james stopped by for a minute, but then i had to get back up and play. feh.) for the occasion, we busted out steve's "dry hump burn" in 7/4 (well, after a little disagreement on the meter w/the dumbass gtr player -- sorry, maestro), segueing into a "maggot brain" that lee said (and i agree) was closer to the spirit of the funkadelic 'riginal than any other time we've essayed it (and there've been a few gooduns over the past coupla months, all of 'em very different). sound-magician andre urged kyle to contact tony diaz about playing one of fwac's acoustic mondays at the wreck and maybe he will.
anyway, i was at central market of all places on sunday and ran into brock, the cat who's a manager at gtr center on s. hulen and usedta be a jam regular the first few weeks. i'm hoping he'll show up this wednesday with his bluesy axe, particularly if mr. hinkle is in the house. who knows, maybe carl pack will even grace the stage again. if not, lee's threatening to change the name of the gig from "lee and carl's invitational jam" to "impulse of will." and i think that sumbitch is just crazy enough to do it, too.
it _is_ true that absent darrin kobetich and james hinkle, there's been a relative paucity of axe-slingers around the little wreck room on recent wednesday nights. not that i really _get tired of listening to myself play_, it's just that sometimes i think that civilians, not to mention the bandleader, might appreciate a bit more variety (or somebody whose formative influences date from later than 1972 or so). but enough about me. there's lots more to listen to, particularly the violin player and his line 6 pod thingy. and my buddy joe cruz on drums (who's apparently _not_ joining villain vanguard; their loss). last week, when leo saenz III from latin express stopped by with his bass for a brief blow, 6-string-bassmeister lee allen stepped over to gtr and played the fahrrr out of it too, as is his wont. it's just that the visit by leo and a drummer whose name i didn't catch but i believe plays with steve huber in the fw symphony and also hosts a jam at 6th street grill (which i wouldn't know because i've _never ever_ set foot in that particular establishment) seemed more like an _event_ than a _process_, which is what the jam is, i think, when it's hitting on all cylinders. especially when they busted out, um, ravel's "bolero." i kept looking all over for bo derek (or bo diddley, for that matter), but she failed to materialize.
for me, the high point of the night was the last 15 minutes or so, when kyle aka monkey brainz, who's played with spoonfed tribe, got up to add his flutes, voxxx, and f/x to the mix. (actually, the _extramusical_ high point for me was when my dtr and her b-f james stopped by for a minute, but then i had to get back up and play. feh.) for the occasion, we busted out steve's "dry hump burn" in 7/4 (well, after a little disagreement on the meter w/the dumbass gtr player -- sorry, maestro), segueing into a "maggot brain" that lee said (and i agree) was closer to the spirit of the funkadelic 'riginal than any other time we've essayed it (and there've been a few gooduns over the past coupla months, all of 'em very different). sound-magician andre urged kyle to contact tony diaz about playing one of fwac's acoustic mondays at the wreck and maybe he will.
anyway, i was at central market of all places on sunday and ran into brock, the cat who's a manager at gtr center on s. hulen and usedta be a jam regular the first few weeks. i'm hoping he'll show up this wednesday with his bluesy axe, particularly if mr. hinkle is in the house. who knows, maybe carl pack will even grace the stage again. if not, lee's threatening to change the name of the gig from "lee and carl's invitational jam" to "impulse of will." and i think that sumbitch is just crazy enough to do it, too.
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