art of the jam 66
an abbreviated post as my sweetie 'n' i are busy today cooking the big bird and kicking back watching movies. the sunward cats came out and played for sessions music last night. wreck room impresario brian generously allowed us to pass the hat (well, the brown manila envelope) to help zaskoda and shook replace the gear they lost in the burglary weekend before last. master o' libations graham let shook borrow his old woodeye rig for last friday's soundclash stand with barber mack. "really, the gear i lost was just cheap stuff i hotrodded," said shook, but still...cat's gotta make a living, and he makes his playing gigs 'n' teaching lessons; hard to do without a plank to spank and a box to run it through.
'twas fun watching sunward's onstage dynamic -- the cats with microphones (front dude doug kershaw and keyb man andrew klein) focusing their energy on the audience, while the other three (jerko dabelic - gtr, dave perry - bass, dave karnaggio - drumaggio) work more off each other. they're the fort's very own flaming lips or mercury rev, and they're making a new rekkid that'll be out "in january," says doug. karnes digs the way they let him play "nice juicy drums," while the rest of the instrumentalismo is more about color and texture than blinding chops.
after their set, karnes stuck around to wail wit' the jamcats, who this week included justin pate and brian batson from confusatron and caroline collier along with the usual suspects (allen, geida, shook, briefly zaskoda, your humble chronicler of events) and a new cat on drums whom i hadn't heard before but kicked the traps with much enthusiasm. the jam-meister called a few we hadn't played in awhile -- "tomorrow never knows," a snatch of "dazed and confused," "standing on the verge" -- and lotsa other stuff happened that we didn't plan on and certainly couldn't have predicted. stage volume was L-O-U-D, but the bit of wizard o' sound andre's tape that i heard sounded okay. hard to believe this room will be gone in six months.
my sweetie was there and shot some pics. i dig the way a couple of these look like oil paintings.
'twas fun watching sunward's onstage dynamic -- the cats with microphones (front dude doug kershaw and keyb man andrew klein) focusing their energy on the audience, while the other three (jerko dabelic - gtr, dave perry - bass, dave karnaggio - drumaggio) work more off each other. they're the fort's very own flaming lips or mercury rev, and they're making a new rekkid that'll be out "in january," says doug. karnes digs the way they let him play "nice juicy drums," while the rest of the instrumentalismo is more about color and texture than blinding chops.
after their set, karnes stuck around to wail wit' the jamcats, who this week included justin pate and brian batson from confusatron and caroline collier along with the usual suspects (allen, geida, shook, briefly zaskoda, your humble chronicler of events) and a new cat on drums whom i hadn't heard before but kicked the traps with much enthusiasm. the jam-meister called a few we hadn't played in awhile -- "tomorrow never knows," a snatch of "dazed and confused," "standing on the verge" -- and lotsa other stuff happened that we didn't plan on and certainly couldn't have predicted. stage volume was L-O-U-D, but the bit of wizard o' sound andre's tape that i heard sounded okay. hard to believe this room will be gone in six months.
my sweetie was there and shot some pics. i dig the way a couple of these look like oil paintings.
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