art of the jam 16
a first at this week's jam: there were _dancers_ (well, two of 'em anyway). hot-lookin' _wimmin_, even. and of course, musos _always_ play with more, um, _conviction_ when there's booty-shakin' involved. it's a law of physics or something.
at first, it looked as if it was gonna be just a trio (jam-meister lee allen, drummer joe cruz, me), but then all of a sudden we were inundated in gtr players: fingerstyle specialists fern (who brought a hollowbody electric in place of his unamplified nylon-string) and jeff, cody from monday nights at the saffire, mark neumann from bombshelter. then cody's drummer austin showed up with a djembe.
what happened next: two hours blew by in about a minute. the proceedings were alternately lyrical, funky, and comic, but in general, folks listened and gave each other space, and fine times were had by all. when we broke, i was skying on endorphins -- and i'd arrived feeling like i'd been run over by a fleet of mack trucks; music-playing is good for what ails ya.
ex-axis/engine room/mad hatter's/satellite dish impresario melissa kirkendall was there, taking a break from working on movies in dallas and elsewhere (it was her friends who were dancing). speaking of movies, ray liberio from the me-thinks was there, too, returned from his vacation in the pacific northwest, where he searched for the location where they filmed the goonies. the me-thinks are back in action, resuming work on their anxiously-anticipated double e.p., and ray noted that his gig posters are starting to disappear from the venues where they're posted (hopefully after the shows). collectable, he is. ppl are starting to find out.
then we played another set until near closing time, and sat around listening to andre edmonson's boss-ass recording of what we'd just played. supposedly this weekend he and lee are gonna sit down with dre's 40something hours of vhs tape and lee's dvd burner and try and compile a sort-of "best of the jams" cd. better them than me, as far as having to listen to that much material, but it'd be cool to have an easy way for ppl who've never been to hear what's going on wednesday nights at the little wreck room.
and oh yeah. we closed with a taste of meters "cissy strut," for the big easy with love and hope.
at first, it looked as if it was gonna be just a trio (jam-meister lee allen, drummer joe cruz, me), but then all of a sudden we were inundated in gtr players: fingerstyle specialists fern (who brought a hollowbody electric in place of his unamplified nylon-string) and jeff, cody from monday nights at the saffire, mark neumann from bombshelter. then cody's drummer austin showed up with a djembe.
what happened next: two hours blew by in about a minute. the proceedings were alternately lyrical, funky, and comic, but in general, folks listened and gave each other space, and fine times were had by all. when we broke, i was skying on endorphins -- and i'd arrived feeling like i'd been run over by a fleet of mack trucks; music-playing is good for what ails ya.
ex-axis/engine room/mad hatter's/satellite dish impresario melissa kirkendall was there, taking a break from working on movies in dallas and elsewhere (it was her friends who were dancing). speaking of movies, ray liberio from the me-thinks was there, too, returned from his vacation in the pacific northwest, where he searched for the location where they filmed the goonies. the me-thinks are back in action, resuming work on their anxiously-anticipated double e.p., and ray noted that his gig posters are starting to disappear from the venues where they're posted (hopefully after the shows). collectable, he is. ppl are starting to find out.
then we played another set until near closing time, and sat around listening to andre edmonson's boss-ass recording of what we'd just played. supposedly this weekend he and lee are gonna sit down with dre's 40something hours of vhs tape and lee's dvd burner and try and compile a sort-of "best of the jams" cd. better them than me, as far as having to listen to that much material, but it'd be cool to have an easy way for ppl who've never been to hear what's going on wednesday nights at the little wreck room.
and oh yeah. we closed with a taste of meters "cissy strut," for the big easy with love and hope.
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