stoogeshow, karizza's b-day
so stoogeaphilia played its last show of the year at 6th street live last night. this morning, i got to open the market sleep-deprived, hung over and deaf. it was worth it. when my sweetie told me she thought it was our best show yet, i figured that was just because she hadn't seen that many stoogegigs. but then i saw sam and jeanne, who have seen lots, at the market this morning and they said the same thing. all i know is it was a fun one, including unrehearsed backing vocals by matt and sir steffin on "chinese rocks" and a meltdown on "1970" (which we hadn't played in awhile) instead of our customary "little doll." i think it was as cathartic for everybody involved as i hoped it'd be. now we'll have some downtime while jon gets ready to record with the great tyrant, something we're all looking forward to hearing.
before us, the fellow americans proved that matt hickey doesn't need anybody else to do his singing for him. the three-piece lineup (following the departure of jeff price, who sang on their search for numb ceedee that was favorably reviewed by no less of a personage than chuck eddy) sounded taut and tough, with hickey snarling the lyrics while torturing his new semi-hollow epiphone with bridge p-90 (ni-i-ice) while hal welch (bass) and caleb dissmore (drums) stoked the engine room.
after that, one fingered fist followed with a set of madcap hardcore hi-jinks, featuring three-way wiseass banter between tequila joe (voxxx), professor josh (gtr), and captain willie (bass when not tending bar at the shamrock pub). my favorite parts of their stage trip are professor josh's weird-ass body movement/facial expressions while playing, and trucker jon's relentless smash and scatteration behind the traps.
did my heart good to see 6th street filled with people i know, including cameron and chris from merkin, richard hurley from blood of the sun (i'm going to get those cd's to you soon, rich, i promise), a clean-shaven sir marlin von bungy from the mighty me-thinks (who played bass with the stoogeband on what turned out to be our last show at the black dog around this time last year while matt was in tennessee), and clay stinnett from kamandi (whom i hope will be calling me soon to do another show, hint hint). felt almost as home-like as the ol' wreck room.
tonight we went to dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday at ovation, so i dreamed about chicken and waffles -- which definitely ranks among the five best meals i've eaten in my life -- all day long. i even told chef keith hicks that he should commission red young to write a jimmy smith-styled instrumental entitled "chicken 'n' waffles" in the manner of all the food-themed songs from the heyday of hard bop and organ trio funk. 'twas cool seeing the wreck room crew (including carl and tina pack, who were there celebrating their third wedding anniversary) taking over a corner of ovations' bar. nice to have good friends. we had to forego the that 1 guy show at 6th street, even though i left my jacket on the stage the night before, because i could feel myself fading as we left the restaurant and i'm opening again in the morning. happy berfday to karizza, tho, and happy anniversary to carl and tina.
before us, the fellow americans proved that matt hickey doesn't need anybody else to do his singing for him. the three-piece lineup (following the departure of jeff price, who sang on their search for numb ceedee that was favorably reviewed by no less of a personage than chuck eddy) sounded taut and tough, with hickey snarling the lyrics while torturing his new semi-hollow epiphone with bridge p-90 (ni-i-ice) while hal welch (bass) and caleb dissmore (drums) stoked the engine room.
after that, one fingered fist followed with a set of madcap hardcore hi-jinks, featuring three-way wiseass banter between tequila joe (voxxx), professor josh (gtr), and captain willie (bass when not tending bar at the shamrock pub). my favorite parts of their stage trip are professor josh's weird-ass body movement/facial expressions while playing, and trucker jon's relentless smash and scatteration behind the traps.
did my heart good to see 6th street filled with people i know, including cameron and chris from merkin, richard hurley from blood of the sun (i'm going to get those cd's to you soon, rich, i promise), a clean-shaven sir marlin von bungy from the mighty me-thinks (who played bass with the stoogeband on what turned out to be our last show at the black dog around this time last year while matt was in tennessee), and clay stinnett from kamandi (whom i hope will be calling me soon to do another show, hint hint). felt almost as home-like as the ol' wreck room.
tonight we went to dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday at ovation, so i dreamed about chicken and waffles -- which definitely ranks among the five best meals i've eaten in my life -- all day long. i even told chef keith hicks that he should commission red young to write a jimmy smith-styled instrumental entitled "chicken 'n' waffles" in the manner of all the food-themed songs from the heyday of hard bop and organ trio funk. 'twas cool seeing the wreck room crew (including carl and tina pack, who were there celebrating their third wedding anniversary) taking over a corner of ovations' bar. nice to have good friends. we had to forego the that 1 guy show at 6th street, even though i left my jacket on the stage the night before, because i could feel myself fading as we left the restaurant and i'm opening again in the morning. happy berfday to karizza, tho, and happy anniversary to carl and tina.
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