art of the jam 61
an eventful evening, marked by several reunions and one notable interruption.
spoke to jam-meister lee allen early in the eve, who said we'd be on the big stage, and that joe "drumzilla" cruz would be back after a lengthy hiatus. then it turned out he wouldn't, having hurt his back while exercising earlier in the day. in the event, drumzilla showed up, a li'l stiff but still performance (but not set-up) capable. no worries, the jam-meister set up the long-suffering house kit, which functioned acceptably with the addition of lee's cymbals and a chair that had to serve in place of the missing drumstool. 'twas a gas to have the basic trio that soldiered through almost a yr's worth of wreck room wednesday nights back together.
lee wasn't into vocalizing this particular night, so we ran through some funk, some blues, and instrumental versions of some jam "standards" including "standing on the verge," "come together," and "maggot brain." somewhere in there, josh clark took over from joe behind the kit, busy barber mack leader john shook joined in on second bass, and _both_ leo saenzes, father 'n' son, of latin express fame took the stage. leo the elder blew stellar trumpet on a coupla toons ("before he realized he wasn't getting paid," one wag quipped) before heading off for "where the wimmin are." leo the younger stuck around to add his brittle-toned but fiery funk 'n' fusion gtr to a mix that included "chameleon," "teen town," and "school days."
'twas during the second set that my middle dtr and her boyfriend stopped in and informed me that her older sister was having her baby by c-section as we spoke, so i informed the jam-meister (who was about to call slide gtr master dru webber up to play through my rig) that i was out, asked wizard o' sound andre edmonson to make sure my gear got packed up, and headed for harris southwest to meet my new grandson (7 lbs, 1 oz; 20 1/2 inches -- he's gonna start driving next wk). no sooner had i arrived than the nurses started running evabody but immediate family out of my dtr's room, so i returned to the wreck to load out my gear and give andre a lift back to la casa. lee reported that a few of the civilians he'd talked to really dug the evening's musical goings-on, including ben the bike guy, who said "i don't usually dig everything you guys do, but there was a lotta good stuff tonight."
spoke to jam-meister lee allen early in the eve, who said we'd be on the big stage, and that joe "drumzilla" cruz would be back after a lengthy hiatus. then it turned out he wouldn't, having hurt his back while exercising earlier in the day. in the event, drumzilla showed up, a li'l stiff but still performance (but not set-up) capable. no worries, the jam-meister set up the long-suffering house kit, which functioned acceptably with the addition of lee's cymbals and a chair that had to serve in place of the missing drumstool. 'twas a gas to have the basic trio that soldiered through almost a yr's worth of wreck room wednesday nights back together.
lee wasn't into vocalizing this particular night, so we ran through some funk, some blues, and instrumental versions of some jam "standards" including "standing on the verge," "come together," and "maggot brain." somewhere in there, josh clark took over from joe behind the kit, busy barber mack leader john shook joined in on second bass, and _both_ leo saenzes, father 'n' son, of latin express fame took the stage. leo the elder blew stellar trumpet on a coupla toons ("before he realized he wasn't getting paid," one wag quipped) before heading off for "where the wimmin are." leo the younger stuck around to add his brittle-toned but fiery funk 'n' fusion gtr to a mix that included "chameleon," "teen town," and "school days."
'twas during the second set that my middle dtr and her boyfriend stopped in and informed me that her older sister was having her baby by c-section as we spoke, so i informed the jam-meister (who was about to call slide gtr master dru webber up to play through my rig) that i was out, asked wizard o' sound andre edmonson to make sure my gear got packed up, and headed for harris southwest to meet my new grandson (7 lbs, 1 oz; 20 1/2 inches -- he's gonna start driving next wk). no sooner had i arrived than the nurses started running evabody but immediate family out of my dtr's room, so i returned to the wreck to load out my gear and give andre a lift back to la casa. lee reported that a few of the civilians he'd talked to really dug the evening's musical goings-on, including ben the bike guy, who said "i don't usually dig everything you guys do, but there was a lotta good stuff tonight."
posted by stashdauber at 6:16 PM
1 Comments:
mucho congrats.
at this rate, the new grandkid will be driving before me.
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