Hope your New Years Eve was spent unwisely and all in one place. Or all over the place.
I spent mine at a Primus concert, followed by the Dresden Dolls then joining Ryan onstage to play our own way into the new year. Not a bad way to get started, methinks?
As a tribute to my muses of music, I’m going to resolve to do more of what I’ve been doing already. Much Much More.
Hopefully I’ll write a couple of new tunes in the process.
SO! To rev up in 2011;
January 9th, at the Actual Cafe:
The Songwriters Collective:
I’ll be sharing the stage with two of my favortie Bay Area Songwriters, Wendy Beckerman and Cara Wick
6334 San Pablo Ave
Oakland CA, 94608
We’ll be going from 4-6pm so bring some cash for eats and drinks (and CDs!)
On January 14th, I’ll be heading on down to Mountain View to the KMVT 15 studio for a taping of King’s Connection: An interesting look at music and local personalities.
For information about Mountain View Community television, click below!
We go on at 9:30pm. Tune in if you’re in the area!
Beyond these giggeties, I’ll be looking into performing at some of the amazing house concerts in the area and beyond. Hopefully someone will open their home to me. Ryan and I will also be looking into doing a small tour sometime soon.
keep your eyes peeled for more gigs!
The Wine Bar
in Pillar Point Harbor presents
New Music Event, every 3rd Sunday of the month
Acoustic Round Robin series
Featuring 3 great musicians from around the Bay Area sharing the spotlight
This coming Sunday, December 19th features:
All women’s Singer/Songwriter Showcase
Emily Zisman– Oakland, CA
Essence– San Francisco, CA
Nomi Harper– Pacifica, CA
The Wine Bar
Harbor Village Mall- 270 Capistrano Rd., #22
Half Moon Bay, CA 94019
I’m really excited about this gig.
I’ll be sharing the stage in a round robin with two other local Singer/songwriters:
Nomi Harper: http://www.myspace.com/nomiharper
from Pacifica CA and one other yet to be determined.
I’ve been to the venue and it has really great sound. I’ve also hear dthis songwriter’s event is a balst.
The event will take place Sunday, December 19th from 7:00pm-9:00pm at the Half Moon Bay Wine Bar
There is a $5 cover for the evening.
Come on down to the ocean and have a galss of wine with me.
I’ll play really purrty like for ya.
When I love a band, I LOVE a band. It’s not often that I will follow a band around. I have to watch my funds and Ani DiFranco doesn’t tour the West Coast enough.
Anyhow, There is a band that frequents the South Bay called Atkinson Kincheloe Band.
I love them.
I have a few reasons for why this band makes me so emotional.
I think number one is that they are accessible. It sounds trite, but I believe that, if an artist is accessible to their audience, if they seem just as human as their fans, they can be SO magnetic.
Number two, (or MAYBE number one, I’ll let you decide these spots) is how stupidly talented these MotherF*ckers are.
It’s like they blew through Nashville and said “K, what now? Let’s retire to Half Moon Bay and play for the f*ck of it!”
Number three is that they are ALL about their friends, family and surrounding community. If you’ve showed up twice, they know your face. Three times, they know your name and greet you this a warm handshake.
I guess what I mean by posting this is that these are the kinds of musicians I want to be when I grow up.
Not that being almost 30 isn’t grown. But I still have lots of large shoes to fill.
I spent my Saturday evening at the Half Moon Bay Wine Bar (a really great spot if you are looking for wine and fine music) listening to these guys and I SITLL can’t figure out why more people don’t know about them.
I still can’t figure out why more people don’t come to Half Moon Bay on a Saturday night!!! the place has magic. Sea magic, people magic, music magic.
Maybe it’s my own private slice.
If you’re ever in need of music and oceanside therapy, hit me up and we’ll take a drive to Half Moon Bay.
I’m sure we’ll find these guys playing somewhere.
Last night I went to see Ingrid Michaelson at the Fillmore. While she sang brilliantly (when she DID sing) it was a good show. However, the best art of the show was the opening act.
I’m a sucker for simplicity.
Holy crap. SO awesome. Just two guys alternating between their instruments: a guitar, a Ukelele, a keyboard and some sort of bass kick drum thingy that one of them stamped on while playing the guitar.
Beautifully executed harmonies and no fear of singing in percussive gibberish, even a sing-allong (another weakness of mine)!
I must start looking into a loop station or one of those bass drum kick thingies for myself. How much fun would that be? stay tuned and enjoy Guggenheim Grotto!
Last night, Ryan and I performed with some good friends at the Hotel Utah in San Francisco. Due to the second game of the world series (betwen Texas and our beautiful home town of San Francisco) our start time had been pushed back an hour. This was completely fine with us. What a freaking awesome game.
We were skeptical at first about weather playing on game night was a blessing or a curse. We thought everyone would file out after the game or continue sloppily cheering over our efforts. To our surprise, many folks decided to hang around. And, while there was some great post game discussion during the set, we found ourselves being able to play on just fine. We had a fine combined group of close friends and family (and the occasional new spectator) and all were pumped.
One inebriated individual even bought both of my parents a drink. Thanks dude!
I believe Ryan and I reached another level of understanding and professionalism as I completely forgot how to finish one of my songs (getting perpetually stuck in the bridge) and poor Ryan had to follow me until I figured my way home. He was flawless and nobody noticed.
Anyhow, we got an encore call 🙂
After passing the stage off to our friends Bigelow’s Treehouse, they tore it up and had people dancing in whatever space they could find.
Zinc Finger also had them jumping up and up and up.
So, the Giants won and gave us some ridiculous Karma.
Thank you San Francisco.
Let’s do it again sometime.
It’s true. I wank words.
I F*ck em all up.
Here’s a treat!
It’s the blues. But in a happy way.
Having no formal songwriting criteria or method, I’m still surprised I have as many coherent(or semi-coherent) pieces of music as I do today. There really aren’t any schools for this discipline. I’ve managed to insert myself into a couple of really amazing songwriting communities. But they don’t have syllabi.
So, how is it that I have the modest library of material that I do?
There are songs that I have retired (or at least temporarily so). There are songs that I still play from years ago. There are the freshly finished song that I still hum in my head at work.
Then there are the half songs, poems, one-liners and curious words scattered about in journals and folders all over my car, apartment, closet…etc. There are even some snippets of sound bites recorded in my cell phone. I know they’re in there, I just have to find them.
Where did they all come from?
I have thoughts all the time of random (even crazy) things. What is the difference between being inspired enough to write something down and careless enough to let it dissipate into the ether?
I remember waking up at all odd hours of the night, jumping out of bed to find a paper and pen and then not being able to get back to sleep because I’m so buzzed about my sudden discovery.
Now, I wake up roll over lazily to the pen and journal stacked on my window sill and scribble whatever woke me up down without even turning on the lamp. Pass out.
My muse is definitely sleeping. I most certainly have to poke her with a stick to get her to pay attention. In fact, sometimes it’s as though our roles are reversed.
Does that sound odd? It certainly feels odd.
It’s like we’re WELL past our honeymoon phase and on to the “dishes, Dear” portion of our time together. I remember writing furiously when I first started. It was like everything I experienced was slipping into my pen in some form of written inspiration.
Lately I’ve been going to see performances of every type to try to get her to pay attention. Good friends who are also musicians are always great for the creative juju. Seeing people I very strongly admire (Brandi Carlile, Ani DiFranco, etc.) give me something to strive for. A “mark” if you will.
Sometimes she perks up. We share a smile and write something down (like old times).
Travel does wonders. I often come back from a short trip and play my guitar until I pass out.
Imagine how much we could accomplish with an extended vacation?!
I guess I can’t blame her really.
I have a fairly stimulating day job. She doesn’t.
I believe we still have something special and I have no plans to quit anytime soon.
I’ll keep working on the little things that seem to make her happy.
Cause when she’s happy, my whole world sings.