art of the jam 33
art of the jam starts the new yr with an attitude of gratitude. besides good friends and the world's greatest rock'n'roll dump to make noise in, there's also wreck room wizard o' sound andre edmonson to be thankful for, now that he's back from his latest sojourn in colorado and finally recovered from the nasty inner-ear thingy that was kicking his ass last week. consequently, we were back on the big stage last night (altho for want of a tape, the evening's proceedings went unrecorded -- a sitch we need to remedy before next week).
'twas a night o' gtrists -- six of 'em, to be exact. "we've got the whole historical spectrum covered," jam-meister lee allen astutely observed, when it was all over. dig: there was dru webber, who holds down thursday nights at fred's with his acoustic fingerstyle 'n' open-tuned slide blues thang, but can also spank a mean telecaster; yr humble chronicler o' events, who learned his chops back when, um, the earth had just cooled and jimi hendrix was still drawing breath; "confusajohn" stevens, who very graciously told me at one point that it was while jammin' with me 'n' ron geida as a teenager that he realized "it's more about feeling than technique -- i'd rather listen to a stevie ray rekkid than one by steve vai anytime;" metal maniac darrin kobetich, who recently vacated his regular friday acoustic happy hour at the wreck to explore other gig possibilities (and spend some quality time with his dtr), and bonded with regular jam drummer joe "drumzilla" cruz over their mutual affinity for early scorpions; and mr. geida his own self, who adds some jazz sensibility and rampant chromaticism to the mix. also on hand was scott copeland sideman and sessions music proprietor john zaskoda, a berklee grad who plays his blues licks bare-fingered but with a surprisingly percussive attack, handled the vocal chores on a spirited version of bill withers' "use me," and helped me out with a busted string issue (thanks, z-man).
also onstage in the course of the evening: wednesday jam founding papa carl pack, who kicked things off (as he's wont to do) with a "come together" the fab four could never have imagined; sally majestic's p.j. fry, who once again did the vocal honors on the jammers' deconstruction of his band's "bobo;" kulcha far i bass scientist john shook, who split low-end duties with lee, then spelled the jam-meister on a fonky blues (and has some gigs upcoming with bluesman hosea robinson); and eric "the boy" nelson from jayhawk bluegrassers the dewayn brothers (they're are at the wreck tonight as both themselves and their jamband alter ego loco macheen), who blows a mean blues harp. in the house but not performing: ghostcar / history at our disposal drummer clay stinnett; sleeplabbers jefa and jesse sierra hernandez; burning hotels chance 'n' wyatt, who just finished recording some digital audio wonderment for their legion o' fans; anti-hero artiste william bryan massey III and fonky fred's outlaw chef terry chandler.
we prolly coulda had more cats up, but start time was delayed by the texas longhorns' last-minute destruction of u.s.c.'s trojans (which i dunno, being a non-sports fan, but i heard referred to on the radio today as "the best rose bowl ever, possibly the best college football game ever;" all i know is the trojans' drum major had nipples on his bronze breastplate, which was either amusing or creepy-weird). also, the second set had to be curtailed when one of the beaters from drumzilla's infamous double-bass pedal went through the long-suffering bass drum head and the jam-meister had to run home to find a suitable substitute in the rock camp closet. (finally saw the rock camp vid, which is a real hoot and not that dissimilar from what lee does with the wednesday night jammers, minus the beer.)
looks like the austin gtrist and possibly the singer could be non-starters for this saturday night's "impulse of will" gig at the wreck, but not to worry: lee's got his pick of shit-hot foat wuth axe-slingers to choose from, and dave karnes to boot. ya mo be theah. maybe you too?
here are some views of what went on, courtesy o' kat: 1) red-headed bluesman dru webber, confusajohn, ron geida, drumzilla; 2) harpman eric from the dewayn bros. of emporia, kansas; 3) classic kobe -- he hadn't had the pedalboard out of the house since the summer; 4) darrin 'n' the jam-meister face off; 5) just a coupla asshole lawn guylanders in tejas.
'twas a night o' gtrists -- six of 'em, to be exact. "we've got the whole historical spectrum covered," jam-meister lee allen astutely observed, when it was all over. dig: there was dru webber, who holds down thursday nights at fred's with his acoustic fingerstyle 'n' open-tuned slide blues thang, but can also spank a mean telecaster; yr humble chronicler o' events, who learned his chops back when, um, the earth had just cooled and jimi hendrix was still drawing breath; "confusajohn" stevens, who very graciously told me at one point that it was while jammin' with me 'n' ron geida as a teenager that he realized "it's more about feeling than technique -- i'd rather listen to a stevie ray rekkid than one by steve vai anytime;" metal maniac darrin kobetich, who recently vacated his regular friday acoustic happy hour at the wreck to explore other gig possibilities (and spend some quality time with his dtr), and bonded with regular jam drummer joe "drumzilla" cruz over their mutual affinity for early scorpions; and mr. geida his own self, who adds some jazz sensibility and rampant chromaticism to the mix. also on hand was scott copeland sideman and sessions music proprietor john zaskoda, a berklee grad who plays his blues licks bare-fingered but with a surprisingly percussive attack, handled the vocal chores on a spirited version of bill withers' "use me," and helped me out with a busted string issue (thanks, z-man).
also onstage in the course of the evening: wednesday jam founding papa carl pack, who kicked things off (as he's wont to do) with a "come together" the fab four could never have imagined; sally majestic's p.j. fry, who once again did the vocal honors on the jammers' deconstruction of his band's "bobo;" kulcha far i bass scientist john shook, who split low-end duties with lee, then spelled the jam-meister on a fonky blues (and has some gigs upcoming with bluesman hosea robinson); and eric "the boy" nelson from jayhawk bluegrassers the dewayn brothers (they're are at the wreck tonight as both themselves and their jamband alter ego loco macheen), who blows a mean blues harp. in the house but not performing: ghostcar / history at our disposal drummer clay stinnett; sleeplabbers jefa and jesse sierra hernandez; burning hotels chance 'n' wyatt, who just finished recording some digital audio wonderment for their legion o' fans; anti-hero artiste william bryan massey III and fonky fred's outlaw chef terry chandler.
we prolly coulda had more cats up, but start time was delayed by the texas longhorns' last-minute destruction of u.s.c.'s trojans (which i dunno, being a non-sports fan, but i heard referred to on the radio today as "the best rose bowl ever, possibly the best college football game ever;" all i know is the trojans' drum major had nipples on his bronze breastplate, which was either amusing or creepy-weird). also, the second set had to be curtailed when one of the beaters from drumzilla's infamous double-bass pedal went through the long-suffering bass drum head and the jam-meister had to run home to find a suitable substitute in the rock camp closet. (finally saw the rock camp vid, which is a real hoot and not that dissimilar from what lee does with the wednesday night jammers, minus the beer.)
looks like the austin gtrist and possibly the singer could be non-starters for this saturday night's "impulse of will" gig at the wreck, but not to worry: lee's got his pick of shit-hot foat wuth axe-slingers to choose from, and dave karnes to boot. ya mo be theah. maybe you too?
here are some views of what went on, courtesy o' kat: 1) red-headed bluesman dru webber, confusajohn, ron geida, drumzilla; 2) harpman eric from the dewayn bros. of emporia, kansas; 3) classic kobe -- he hadn't had the pedalboard out of the house since the summer; 4) darrin 'n' the jam-meister face off; 5) just a coupla asshole lawn guylanders in tejas.
posted by stashdauber at 2:53 PM
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leg: thanks for asking. went to physical therapy the afternoon before the jam and was told i could put as much weight on the leg as i want as long as it doesn't hurt, which it hasn't in a few days. so i'm off the crutches now and doing exercises to try and rebuild strength (lost lotsa muscletone in just 3 wks -- funny how quick that happens). looking at another 3 wks in das boot if allah is merciful 'n' fortune smiles.
albini link: yeah, i've had a coupla others go south this wk. in one case, i think somebody forgot to pay their isp. in another (a blog), not sure. think steve's spiel is out dere in da ether a coupla other places. again, tks for the heads-up.
re: bein' able to tell from pics who's into what, true dat. about 10 yrs ago i took my oldest dtr, who played gtr before she got pregnant, to the gtr show over in dallas. as we were walkin' in to the place, i told her, "check out ppl's appearance and you'll know what kinda music they dig." soul patch w/long flowing hair = metal, but w/short greased back hair = blooze. spiky or mohawk hair = punk, etc. we're all stereotypes.
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