Sunday, June 10, 2012

No Parking On The Dance Floor (Or Certainly Not At Dunkin' Donuts)

Saturday nights are generally the climactic event of the week, gig wise.  This past Saturday was the 2nd annual Brookhaven Beer Festival.  Martay is the in-town resident with an ear to the ground for happenings such as this.  He was presented with an opportunity to play after the festival at one of the area bars, a relatively upscale chain of sorts known as Hudson Grille.  Martay talked the management into having a 3-piece band in lieu of a solo performance.  Brent and I were available - who knew?  Not often that I'm without something else on a Saturday, so it worked out all around.  The crowd was thick.  Basketball fans and festival attendees thwarted the expansive joint.  We were on the side patio in the midst of it all.  It was a fun gig, with all the usual shenanagans.  We played our typcial variety of tunes: Crazy (Gnarls Barkley), Family Tradition (Hank Jr.), Your Love (The Outfield), Whole Lotta Love (Zep).  Bill Maher (no, not that Bill Maher) brought his mic and sang with us when Martay beckoned him back to the stage.  Bill can sing Zeppelin better than anybody I've ever played with.  Uncanny.  Some girl got up and sang Hit Me With Your Best Shot and a few others that weren't particularly impressive.  The crowd really came alive as we were finishing.  Thus began a great TIP JAR FILLING SESSION.  We really worked it and for the 3 of us, we got $180 to split.  Big money there!  Plus the base pay...

The long and short of it was that my car was towed sometime during the first set.  I was parked nearby, actually right behind the Hudson Grille where a Dunkin' Donuts sits.  The space I was in was not in front of the donut shop; it was one of three parallel parking spots running in the same direction as the street.  No signs visible from ANYWHERE in the lot about the parking policy or towing risk involved.  I actually surveyed the scene as I was leaving my vehicle - again, no signs.  Later, I walked over to see the empty spots and my heart sank.  I learned the the wrecker service would be open at 7 am and that the cost would be $125.  Complicated, as I had a brunch gig the next morning and Sabina was to be taking Capt. Piggy for obedience training.  Had to leave my rig on my cart at the venue and catch a ride with Martay, who graciously took me home in the very wee hours.  Shane attempted to contact the manager and possibly get my fee waived or at least split with HG paying the other half.  Never did hear anything else about that.  Once the wrecking service has the info in its system, there's not much hope.  Small claims court?  Not certain if it's worth the effort.  Perhaps it is, but at what cost of time and money, not to mention the inconvenience that's already occurred and would not be compensated anyway?  The moral of the story is two-fold: If there's an empty parking space or two, perhaps that should be a reg flag; also, Krispy Kreme makes a much better product!

Parallel parking spots located just behind the Hudson Grille (note the lighted sign on the building straight ahead).
One would think (incorrectly) that these spots were "overflow" parking for that establishment.


No "towing enforced" signs in sight.



This lone sign is visible from the street.  The parallel spot that I was in is behind it.  As you might see from the above pictures, there are no other signs indicating the parking regulations of the lot.  Nice work guys.  Probably a lot more money in this racket versus selling donuts.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Patio Jazz in Cumming, Once Again

Great to be back in Cumming at the Buckhead Pizza Company with The Flycats.  I realize, for some of you faithful readers, that these posts are perhaps glorifying some rather mundane shows, so to speak.  It's all I have, and I am making the best of it.  We all are.  I read some other blogs, notably that of my old band mate who actually stood up for me and helped me secure my gig with Platinum, Mr. David Freeman.  His blog can be found here.  There really isn't much to compare.  Still, my small jobs get me out and about and allow me to interact with some terrific musicians.  I am blessed to think that these guys want me back sometimes.  Glenn "Big Lou" Tocci is New York attitude all the way.  No BS here!  Reece is most likely opposite in his political views from Big Lou, a tree hugger after my best interests.  I'm told not to get in a political debate here.  I'm Libertarian, a long time Neal Boortz (WSB AM 750 in Atlanta) listener.  Sad to learn of Neal's retirement at the end of the year...  The music was very good.  A highlight was playing the Nat King Cole standard Smile, which I learned was originally in a Charlie Chaplin film as an instrumental.  It brings hope to even those who can't fake it.  I like that in music.


Wore this old relic of a concert T for my bud Reece.
We were both at this show of Pat Metheny's Secret Story Tour at the Roxy Theater in Buckhead back in 1993.


Jason Passmore Releases His New CD "Beautiful Day" (a short review), plus TAAG Performs the Music of Jimi Hendrix and more...


Our standard closer for the night is often the Electric Ladyland track Voodoo Chile (Slight Return).  It helps to bring the mood down from the heady chordal changes to a modal romp.  For the most part, we kept it swinging throughout the night.  I played upright, as I had last week with The Flycats, and was about to do the following night once again.  Funny how I was relaxed and in the zone with the other band.  With TAAG, I'm nervous and hesitant, often flustered at my soloing skills.  I can't relax as much for some reason.  With upright, I simply need the confidence to play with authority.  Easier said than done.

Opened the night with Dr. Lonnie Smith's Back Track, a solid Monk-flavored simmering funk.  I've learned to really like this one.  It can be played in a way similar to Well You Needn't.  Other notable tunes we tried were Guy's original 6/8 workout with nutty minor pentatonic unison riffs Fonkatello, with my part showing some unusual bass note variations that Guy couldn't recollect the validity of, Charlie Hunter's burning fusion Fred's Life, and  perhaps the hippest bossa of all, Joe Henderson's Recorda Me.  Ah, I really didn't play very well and hate to admit it but my days in this line up could be up for contention.  I just don't dedicate myself to the jazz the way I know I need to and want to.  Will keep on pressing forward nonetheless.  Did break out my J-bass, while clumsily bumping the upright over (super ouch! - turned out to be as okay as it could, certainly embarrassing).  Was concerned that my fingers would be sore for the following night, which would be another gig on upright.  Nice change of pace.  Wish i could have played Fonkatello on the electric.  Saw Luis Stefanell, who must live nearby, as he's caught us before.  He commented that I certainly had a lot of solo spots.  It made me think that perhaps I should be better at taking those spots...

Need to mention Jason's fantastic new cd entitled Beautiful Day.  Jason is really an extraordinary talent on woodwinds as well as other instruments, music instruction, composition, arranging, really, the guy is a real pro who can handle just about any musical style presented to him.  He does it all, and very well.  I met him while I was in Wild Rice, as he came aboard to take over the trumpet lines, so to speak, on his soprano sax.  He can read anything, within reason!  Well, at any rate, he has been busy with some of the musicians in Wild Rice.  Recorded at Daniel PadrĂ³n's studio, this is classic yet modern jazz in a melodic yet adventurous vein.  A very well paced album of originals and some provocative standards as well.  Daniel has an impressive facility on the piano, on first listen he's somewhat of a cross between Chick Corea and Herbie Hancock, particularly in his comping.  Oh, he's good, really good.  As an engineer, he captures a sweet vibe with a nice polished air on the cymbals, strong mids, and solid, not tubby bottom end with plenty of upright wood eking through.  A very clean recording.  Reece Harris from Wild Rice and The Flycats is the drummer here, shining and dynamic as always, and the solid, thoughtful upright bass is provided by L.A. Tuten (this cat simply never plays a bad note; his solos are striking compositions that sit on their own with little regard for senseless flash).  I myself am on one song (thanks Jason!), perhaps the earliest recorded track on the cd: Daniel's flowing arrangement of Aquarius from the musical Hair.  Hard to not think of The 5th Dimension's big hit version (no Let The Sun Shine coda here, which is just as well).  I enjoyed the many times playing through this in the past;  it was re-conceived as a jazz waltz, somewhat similar to a Coltrane Quartet track in feel.  Nice to be in the company of these fine players.  Listening through the disk, there's really not a single out-of-place note; no over-playing, a very seasoned session underway.  Readers with some change to spare should really seek this recording out, and certainly not just for my contribution.  It can be obtained from Jason's website here.  He has it set up for mp3 purchases as well.  Nice job Jason - you should be proud!







Monday, June 4, 2012

My Birthday, Sweetwater Junction Style



A lot of props goes out to my family.  Lucky to have Sabina and these boys to bestow handsome cards and love in the morning before I have to hit the road.  Got a nice gift certificate for abbadabba's, purveyor of "cool shoes" and Birkenstocks.  Binnie knows I need new Birks, my man-sandals of granola earthy quality and lore.  Very generous of her.  They agreed to celebrate with me on Sunday so that I could go and earn a little green.  It was a trek down to South Georgia, specifically Alma.  Fun fact, if you don't want to click the link:

"Alma's name is an acronym comprised of the first letters in the names of four Georgia capitals: Augusta, Louisville, Milledgeville, and Atlanta."

I did not know that!  I don't really know what "they" mean by capitals; I thought Atlanta was the only capital of Georgia.  Alma is known for it's Blueberry Festival every summer around this time.  Did not see any sign of the festival this weekend, but we may have breezed right past it.  We were in a nice club, tucked into the corner with wooden floors and not-too-high ceilings.  It was not an appropriate venue for this band, but we made do.  The other chaps were Brian Molin, Mark Letalien, Dan Barker, and Scott Walker.  I brought my 2 5-strings and my Stick.  It was my birthday, I wanted to play some Stick!  It sounded alright, actually.  I haven't even adjusted anything on it.  Last time out, It was fretting out at 1st and 2nd postions.  It still needs a little height at the nut, but I wanted to check it out before undoing Emmett's supremely tappable setup.  Used in during the soundcheck and then in the 1st set.  Even did some right-hand chording, nothing fancy mind you.  Messed up on a couple of notes and Brian gave me the stink eye.  I settled in after that.  Come to think of it, I even used it on Hard To Handle!  It was rockin'!  Got some nice compliments on it after the gig.  Somebody mentioned that he was impressed to see a Stick-tar (his words) in a venue this small.  Yep.

During our break, folks got up and played some stuff and they sounded good.  They were playing Mark's drums as well.  People should always ask before jumping on our gear.  That wouldn't normally happen if we were on a real stage.  I don't think anything bad happened, but it wasn't cool.  The crowd really came alive at the end and we were even given overtime pay to continue.  Nice people there in Alma.








Friday Night at Buckhead Pizza Company with The Flycats

Dave Zibman contacted me to cover for his vacation.  This menas hauling out the upright for an evening of jazz standards The Flycats way.  It was trio format, with Glenn "Big Lou" Tocci on guitar and vocals, Reece Harris on drums, and myself on the bass.  We began the evening in a nice patch of sun, warm but not too hot.  Lots of standards: All of Me;  The Girl From Ipanema;  Take Five;  BĂ©same Mucho;  a breakneck tempo on that "rhythm changes" ditty The Flintstones Theme;  oh, the list does indeed go on and on.  Glenn calls the shots and sometimes I don't catch whether I'm part of the "trading fours" or not.  He dials up his intelligent vocal harmonizer to sound like a male version of Mary Ford with full parallel harmonies in key with himself.  Reece is all over the procedings like, well, fly paper!  He is a verbose player who takes many rhythmic subdivision liberties and runs away with them.  For my part, I hung in there with some nice pocket playing and rather decent intonation.  Solos were hit or miss, but generally melodic and succinct.  It was a good time, capped off by dinner with the three of us braving the cooler temps.  I get to repeat my chances for Flycat autograph sessions again this Friday.






Slip Sliding Away in Decatur: Absynthe Makes The Art Garfunkel Performs the Music of Paul Simon


With a name like that, we'd better have some substance.  Once again, this band seemed to pull it all together like no other.  Comprised of J.T. Alessi and Matthew Smith on guitars & vocals, Jeff Fritz on keyboards, acoustic guitar, & vocals, Adrian Ash and Richie Jones on drums, percussion, & vocals, and myself on bass, we thoughtfully reunited to entertain the fans of folk.  Well, the mates studied hard and translated Paul Simon's idyosyncratic compositions into fan-friendly sing-alongs.  It's not as easy to commit to as some other artist's catalogs, speaking as a bass player, of course.  The parts are not difficult (well, ok, some from Graceland are perhaps the most challenging I've had to play), but the song forms remain the challenge.  We were all remarkably on the same page when it came to these tunes.  Of particular note was the "seemingly innocent magnum opus waltz" Still Crazy After All These Years.  It's just one of those songs that never repeats anything!  As was said about one of the other songs while we were on stage, it makes for a wonderful guitar lesson, as you will virtually finger every existing guitar chord known to modern man.

For my part, I practiced Bakithi Kumalo's 2-bar "bass solo" in You Can Call Me Al for 2 weeks or so.  I got it a bit better as I went along, still not 100%.  I learned a bit how to ease up on the tension in my hands; relaxing is the key.  Economy of movement.  When notes occur that quickly, you cannot waste a moment of effort.  On the record, the part is played forward and then reversed by playing the tape backwards, a la The Beatles with George's guitar solo on I'm Only Sleeping or John's ending vocals on Rain, or even that opening piano note on Yes' Roundabout.  Here is where I got my schooling on the transcription and execution - props to you, 66pbass, a well done distillation of the recorded sounds translated to the real world and slowed down to my own plebeian level.  What else?  Many corrections and adjustments to my older charts.  The famous Anthony Jackson upper-register licks in Slip Sliding Away.  The fretless wizardry on the other Graceland cuts, particularly Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes.  We also did The Boy in the Bubble, Graceland,  & Under African Skies.  Beautiful music all around.

Highlights from the show: a strong opening deep cut with Flowers Never Bend With the Rainfall;  a much improved rendition of America (at the risk of self-incrimination, I'll spare you the torrid story this time);  Jeff delivering an impeccable piano performance on the Ă¼ber-ballad Bridge Over Troubled Water (J.T. singing his "Art" out on that one as well!);  big applause after my bass break in You Can Call Me Al (Charlie Sheen would've told me I was winning!);  Matthew's strong arrangement of The Boy In The Bubble (fun bass part on that one, too);  funkin' it up on 50 Ways... (lotsa drummers know it, but how often does it ever really get called?);  the acoustic tunes with J.T. and Matthew giving us a nice unplugged mini-set;  Late in the Evening with J.T. donning his electric ukulele and myself sporting the Ashbory Rubber Bass (it was extra "fonky", with Jeff delivering those tight horn lines and making it look easy);  Still Crazy After All These Years with J.T. nailing the lead vocal and Matthew slicing into the solo with a searing electric guitar;  the big finish with hit after hit spilling forth...  We left a lot out due to time constraints, even after cutting our one break down to 10 minutes.  It was downright inspirational!

Pictures taken during the setup, and then during the show on my phone:

1st to arrive!




The Alessi Family is in da house!







Lighting courtesy of my stand light.


J.T. with his Epiphone Les Paul Acoustic-Electric Ukulele.
The SG Twins
This photo of Matthew, J.T., & John courtesy of Jeff Fritz.


Here is a copy of what our set list ended up being, after many adjustments:



Some pics of the full group, as taken by our good friend Melissa Jo.