...and i have to say it's been a good week. Oh excuse me, hello. Have you two met?'
Horizontal turning of the head. Hmph.
"Well allow me, [your name], this is Guy. He's the lead singer of a band named The Bend and not having heard them live is why you still have trouble sleeping at night."
"Oh yeah, and you missed Gunn and the Damage Done earlier, too."
Sorry about that. It's just that you've caught me in the middle of what could be added to a literal hundred even if my first impulse is to tell you that there are a thousand things I'm doing right now. I don't know how I even managed to squeeze in a birthday, but thanks to a couple of friends, we ended up going to Rock4Relief on Thursday night and it was amazing. It's been a sinfully long time since my last live show (on or off stage) and it was stepping off the plane in the tropics after eighteen months of Antarctica.
There's been some conversation about my choice in album title. It has caused me to do some deep thinking. Though it hurts to say it, I think that though my message is clear and strong and positive in intent, it may be something that causes pain. Whether or not intellectuals will wring me dry over "Arbeit Macht Frei" I really could care less. But at the same time...I know that inside of every intellectual is a sensitive human being, and to that part of them I would yield. So I may consider the advice. I'm open to advice.
Add to that this weeks horoscope, courtesy of Rob Brezsny(chovich):
In the coming week, I predict that you will NOT experience disgusting fascinations, smiling-faced failures, sensationalized accounts of useless developments, or bizarre fantasies in the middle of the night. You may, on the other hand, have encounters with uplifting disappointments, incendiary offers, mysterious declarations of interdependence, and uproars that provoke your awe and humility in healing ways. In other words, Aquarius, it'll be an uncanny, perhaps controversial time for you-but always leading in the direction of greater freedom.
Pretty cool right?
I went to my first open mic night at RockIt space tonight and was really blown away by all that talent in the room. There was this guy Kevin who was polished as a professional and it was only his second open mic night ever. Then Jessi and Marti got up there and swayed us with there solid and beautiful harmonies. In the midst of all that the dance instructor (from a class they have there just before they open up the stage to any and all who have an opinion) did a rap to some hand drumming. Even I performed a couple of songs, and even though it was a little rough around the edges, it still felt natural. It was my first live performance since May 20, 2009. I was on the drums in with Zach on lead guitar, Walker on Bass, and Becky on rhythm guitar and lead vox in our band The Right Typewriters. It was a great show that got a footnote in a review for her boyfriend's band who followed us with a killer show. (Hurricane Lantern (s?) is the name of his band.)
For histories sake, the last show before that was April 15th, 2009 at The Comet with Zach on rhythm and vox, Tim on lead guitar, me on bass, and Matt as the skinner. We were playing a Stooges vs. Misfits show and we were on the side of the Stooges. We called ourselves Something Lovelies at the time. I say that because our band names included Mr. Hand, Boot Blacks, and 1919. We played Gimme Danger, I Wanna Be Your Dog, Seek and Destroy, and another one that escapes me. That was a crazy high energy show, and we had fun. Especially when the drummer who had let us use his hi hat decided that he had to go in the middle of our second song and ran on and quickly off stage to the befuddlement of Matt who suddenly realized that something was definitely missing. I saw people in the crowd follow him out and I hope that they caught him. But all I could do was laugh. What the hell, right?
And before that I was playing a solo acoustic show a The Showbox Green Room on April 9th, 2009. I guess I've tried on a lot of hats in the past but it's been a while since I've worn some of them. When I walked into the door of the RockIt, I saw Jack sitting on the couch and a crowd of vibrant onlookers of all ages, some with juice and others with beer. The smiles of a face recognizing a face that it has anticipated are shared and you feel like you're home. And not just because this arts space was originally built as a residence, but more from the way that you can slip into the place where no one is standing and feel that they were saving that spot just for you. From the beautiful accapella's of a Rastafarian healer to a lover singing of his lover and finally the raspy, end of the night attempts to roust the neighbors with a Beatles Sing Along, i felt like I was a part of something. None of it was fake, either because i was part of something. The closest thing I can equate it to is a youth group gathering without the religion. And man it was fun, right? If you weren't there, don't fret, there's a place for you to sit or stand next week, and every week following that from 7-10pm on Saturday Nights.
Did I mention that I've made a contact with an amazing person down in Renton recently? There's a place you should look up called Tyrannosaurus Records. They've got a really cool thing going on down there, and they're not alone. There's a great burgeoning community in what they lovingly refer to as DTR. They have the more modern forms of media available (cd's) as well as the old Vinyl for those of you who are cursed with an audiophillic bone in your earlobes. Live in-stores happen pretty often, and they have a recording studio on site. I've never really had a great excuse to hang out in Renton, but with the discovery of this place I think that I need to reevaluate that as well.
Also, check out Shadowland Open Mic night in west seattle. Tuesday nights. That's it for now folks, but I'll get atcha soon.
Here's not looking at you,
PS~Cancer Sucks. Remember that.