art of the jam 40
well, um, i gotta say, the sets are gettin' more, uh, _consistent_ or something.
like the first one last week, or the first one _this_ week, for that matter, when the basic unit -- that'd be jam-meister lee allen on bass 'n' vox, joe "drumzilla" cruz on traps, steve "vikingo" huber on violin, ron geida 'n' me on gtrs -- is performing in its pristine state. this week we actually _rehearsed_ "daylight" by failure and then played it again when the dude that always requests it showed up later. and we broke in a coupla new funkadelic toons -- that'd be "red hot mama" and "cosmic slop" -- from a tape i gave lee a coupla wks ago. and "war pigs," with me-thinks mouthpiece ray liberio (who's also performing vocal duties in stoogeaphilia with me, matt hembree, and jon teague) on voxxx, is becoming one of our most, how you say, _polished_ numbers. (speaking of covers, ray sez the me-thinks have some surprises planned for their show next friday with darth vato. think scandinavian leather.)
second set, there were some, uh, _interesting_ moments when this chick who performed at the final darrin kobetich happy hour thingy with a drum circle of gtrists got up and sang a few while vikingo, drumzilla, bass scientist john shook 'n' i tried to follow her somewhat idiosyncratic gtr stylings (nice choice of a dylan toon, tho -- "tonight i'll be staying here with you;" pity i couldn't remember the groovy jeff beck arrangement of that 'un). eccentric muso russ walton showed up, plugged in his amp by the side of the stage, and jammed along with part of the last set, altho i was unable to coax him up on the stage. maybe next time. (will there be another cd release of this, russ?)
sally majestic's p.j. fry did the vocal honors on the jamcats' first-ever attempt at the talking heads' "burning down the house," then stuck around to do the same on his own band's "bobo." right on, p.j.! rose marine teatrista claudia acosta threw down some spiel en espanol on "maggot brain," but i gotta 'fess up that my piece o' that particular installment of the ongoing epic went out to my sweetie's mother up in seattle, sending her hope for a peaceful and pain-free departure from this planet, with love and thanks. (and appy polly logies i don't know any benny goodman jams.)
like the first one last week, or the first one _this_ week, for that matter, when the basic unit -- that'd be jam-meister lee allen on bass 'n' vox, joe "drumzilla" cruz on traps, steve "vikingo" huber on violin, ron geida 'n' me on gtrs -- is performing in its pristine state. this week we actually _rehearsed_ "daylight" by failure and then played it again when the dude that always requests it showed up later. and we broke in a coupla new funkadelic toons -- that'd be "red hot mama" and "cosmic slop" -- from a tape i gave lee a coupla wks ago. and "war pigs," with me-thinks mouthpiece ray liberio (who's also performing vocal duties in stoogeaphilia with me, matt hembree, and jon teague) on voxxx, is becoming one of our most, how you say, _polished_ numbers. (speaking of covers, ray sez the me-thinks have some surprises planned for their show next friday with darth vato. think scandinavian leather.)
second set, there were some, uh, _interesting_ moments when this chick who performed at the final darrin kobetich happy hour thingy with a drum circle of gtrists got up and sang a few while vikingo, drumzilla, bass scientist john shook 'n' i tried to follow her somewhat idiosyncratic gtr stylings (nice choice of a dylan toon, tho -- "tonight i'll be staying here with you;" pity i couldn't remember the groovy jeff beck arrangement of that 'un). eccentric muso russ walton showed up, plugged in his amp by the side of the stage, and jammed along with part of the last set, altho i was unable to coax him up on the stage. maybe next time. (will there be another cd release of this, russ?)
sally majestic's p.j. fry did the vocal honors on the jamcats' first-ever attempt at the talking heads' "burning down the house," then stuck around to do the same on his own band's "bobo." right on, p.j.! rose marine teatrista claudia acosta threw down some spiel en espanol on "maggot brain," but i gotta 'fess up that my piece o' that particular installment of the ongoing epic went out to my sweetie's mother up in seattle, sending her hope for a peaceful and pain-free departure from this planet, with love and thanks. (and appy polly logies i don't know any benny goodman jams.)
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