Pipe Dreams

I used to have a cassette tape called "Bach Large Organ Works" that somebody gave to to me back around 1980. I would listen to it from time to time & have always like that sound.

Last night I was listening to the radio & decided to check out KUHF, the local classical music station, which is 88.7 on the radio dial in houston.

There was a program on called "Pipe Dreams" which is archived on the internet & you can hear it by clicking this link: http://origin-pipedreams.publicradio.org/listings/2007/0743/

It is a weekly show & hosted by Micheal Baron.

He plays a series of live recordings of Notable Organists playing notable pipe organs which are located mostly in old churches.

Very cool show. Check it out.

The main web page is www.pipedreams.org & it looks like they have an archive o fthe weekley shows going all the way back to 1995.

Down at the Balinese (revisited)

Thursday Night I went over to the Continental Club to meet my friend Eddy to check a band called the B Side Players. They are a touring band that plays Latin, Reggae, & world type music. It is a nine piece outfit with a couple of horn players, a drummer, a percussionist, a conga player, keyboard player, bass player, a back up singer, and a lead singer who is the lead vocalist. They are a good band it was relaxing to get to hear them play.

Little Joe Washington stopped by for a minute & talked to the bartender but he left right after that. It was good to see that he is looking OK.

On my way over there, I took a wrong turn on Main street and was sitting at a light and I noticed 4 young blonde headed girls that jumped out in the street and stopped a car that was taking a turn onto Main. I then noticed that a dude had passed out in the street and they had pretty much just saved his life since the car was about to roll right over him. It was good to see that some people still give a shit. They ended up moving him off the street and I doubt he will ever know that somebody cared enough to look out for him. He seemed a little upset to be interupted from his nap but it didn't take him long to get back to sleep.

The Lone Star Biker Rally is coming up next week and I will be playing on the Opening day at the Balinese Room Seawall Bar. I had played there once before when Jon Steel put on a slideshow featuring his surf photography & there was also a band called Herbn'Pipeline (urban pipeline). I was the opening act & it turned out to be a very cool gig. I think it is going to be the same lineup this Dec 21st down in Corpus Christi at the Executive Surf Club which I hear is very nice. I am looking forward to that gig.

The Balinese Room is probably mostly remembered these days becuase of the ZZ TOP song "Down at the Balinese" which was on the Fandango Album. It has an interesting history and was once a hangout of Howard Hughes and Frank Sinatra used to sing there also. You can read about it on Wikipedia.

The Lone Star Biker Rally is a big event and the Island will be crowded so I am thinking there should be alot of business. I guess I will find out on Thursday.

Saturday November 3rd I have another interesting Gig up in the Country at a private party & will be the opening act for a country singer named Davin James. I have never heard him before so I am looking forward to that.

I am also looking foward to playing at the Gravity Bar tomorrow. The weather should be nice & I really enjoy playing at the Gravity Bar. Part of the fun for me is that I never know what or who to expect. There are usually some tourists & it is interesting to meet poeple from different parts of the country. I consider the Target Market there to be Humanity. If you are out that way, Stop on by.

Thanks,


Marc

Gravity is Heavy

Last night I played until about 8:10pm at the Gravity Bar. Carl Smith was sitting in again on Upright Piano and it was a fun gig. At 8:30 (or so) They have an open mic that is hosted by Todd. He is a cool guy and a good musician also. He also plays every Friday night at Boudreaux's on the Bayou which is also located on the island.

I ended up being a little slow loading up my equipment since several of the local musicians that participate in the open mic were there & it is nice to be able to say hello and see how things are going. All different kinds of people. There is a lady who looks completely like hippie. A dude who is a street musician and a preacher & couple of other street musicians who I have gotten to know a little bit over the past year or so. I don't know them that well but fellow as fellow musicians we usually will chat for a bit and talk about how the day went & so on. All of them are nice people.

The open mic started a little late as it usually does and there ended being quite a good crowd and quite few musicians. It turned out to be a really cool night. It was kind of like what you would expect in Grenich Village in the 60s or something except nobody was reading poetry. It was very relaxing to me to get to hang around a little bit and get to hear some good music. The sound system was set up well and everybody seemed to be "on". I really enjoyed the whole thing. There was alot of energy & everybody seemed to be in a good mood & very supportive of each other. To me it really doesn't get much better than that.

Don't mess with Karma

Lately I have been thinking about what I call the Punk Rock Vibe (PRV). It is a state of mind that I would try to bring to a live performance but it is also sort of like Enlightenment from the standpoint that with the true PRV, A person would not care about what other people think so much.

It worked for Bob Dylan when he decided to go Electric. The folk crowd would boo him for playing electric music but he did it anyway.

Of course Bob Dylan was already famous when he decided to not care. Before that I think he did care. He would make up stories that he had been playing music and learning from all these obscure blues and folk artist when in reality they were just poeple that happened to be on a collection of records that he stole from another dude that condidered him to be a friend. I am not saying this to trash Bob Dylan either. I am a Bob Dylan fan and would be honored if he stole something from me.

I think part of what the PRV is about is not Selling Out.

It is hard not to sell out at some level if you want to play live music and make money. I guess the money part is where you have to sell out.

I guess the true PRV could be attained by playing live music in the forest and if your guitar fell over and you had your ears covered up then it would be a question if it really fell over or if maybe you were just drunk and they found you playing guitar in the forest. You see what I mean? It isn't all that simple.

Don't shoot the piano player

Hey Sports fans,

I used to be more of a sports fan myself but when the Houston Oilers left town it made me realize how much of a business it is. Now when I see professional sports, I see millionaires that will be millionaires even if there team loses. They aren't gonna be worried if I am broke so it is hard for me to worry about them winning or losing.

In other news a spider bit me on the ass. I don't have that much of an ass to go around so I don't really appreciate it. I used to be more towards the catch and release policy with spiders in the house but now I have an urge to stomp on them. I did resist the urge this morning. There was one walking acroos the living room floor and I put it in the back yard. It may find it's way back in to the house and bite me but I just don't enjoy killing things. Even spiders.

This past Sunday at the Gravity Bar was a little different. There is a guy named Carl Smith who plays piano at various bars on the strand and he brought one of his pianos to the gravity bar and now plays there from time to time. He came in on Sunday at noon and played while I was setting up from noon (opening time) to about 1:15 when I started. He plays a real piano, Not electric keyboards. I had never heard him before but I enjoyed what he was doing. He played some Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Tunes and even though he didn't have a PA system he did a good job on the vocals. He really has the Jerry Lee Lewis vocals down.

The Gravity Bar has very big doors all the way across side that faces the sidewalk where poeple are walking by and Carl had his piano at the west side on a small raised area where there are some couches. It is right next to the sidewalk. My stage area is about 15 or 20 feet west of that also near the strand sidewalk.

They had all the doors open this past Sunday since it was pretty nice weather. Carl had offered to sit in with my one man band so after I played a few songs in my first set, I invited him to play along.

It was kind of cool to have two separate stage areas with music coming from two directions. I also like the fact that it was a traditional piano which gave a kind of honky tonk sound and a little different type of effect on the vibe.

I started at about 1:15 and ended up staying until about 8pm. I started out by playing a few tunes, Then Carl joined in and then Carl played a tune or two by himself and then I played a couple of tunes and then Carl joined back in and so on. I liked being able to mix it up where it was really three different types of presentations rolled into one.

Carl ended up staying until 8 pm also and he seems like a cool guy. He told me he would be back next Sunday and I told him it was cool with me if he wanted to do it again.

"Show some Respect"

Loyd's comment on the last post about Benny Valereo made me think of something.

Benny Valereo Passed away back in January of 2006. I had posted something on this blog right before the funeral.

Benny was a Texas Blues Guitar player & he regularly hosted blues jams here on the west side of town. That is how I knew him.

I wrote out a post about him about the time he died & he is someone that I find myself thinking about from time to time.

Benny was the kind of guy who would not hold back when he talked to people. There was nothing phoney about him. Not from my perspective anyway. Whenever I played at his blues jam it would usually be Danny Velereo, Benny's brother playing bass. It was always a cool feeling if Benny would walk up to the stage in the middle of the set and pick up his guitar and start playing along. Hanging out with him & Danny was always a good feeling. They would sometimes play a game of pool & they seem to be pretty serious about it.

Speaking of Pool, There was one time when I first started my One Man Band that I had a one-time kind of gig at a place called Forgetabout it II. It had previously been called the Landing Zone and before that "The Horseshoe" I think it was the first place I met Benny & his band.

When I first got the the gig, There were a group of pool players sitting in the spot that was going to be the stage area for me so I let them know and they moved there chairs a little bit. I brought in the rest of my equipment and went ahead and asked them if I could go ahead and set up. The pool tables were right behind the stage area and they were there for a pool tournament.

There was one guy that was more vocal than the rest but as a group they made it known that they didn't care for live music during thier tournament. After I played and took a break they started being a little nicer. The one guy who was giving me a hard time came up and told me that he thought I was going to be too loud and he didn't really apologize but he started talking to me and being a little more friendly. It turned out that his daughter had been one of the musicians who I knew from Benny's jam and I had jammed with her several times.

Benny had showed up at this gig and was pretty quiet for the most part. He drank a couple of beers and kind of stood off to the side and just watched. During my break I told him how the pool players were being rude to me and then they seemed to warm up a little after I started playing.

He told me that he had had a word with them. I asked him what he said to them & he said that he had told them to "show some respect".

I think that was the only time he saw my one man band but it meant a hell of alot to me that he had taken the time to stop by & also that he was gave enough of a shit to look out for me at my gig.

Toad Herder

Hello,

I have been kinda busy lately so I haven't been keeping up my blog entries and I know that the masses and throngs are going to revolt and tear down the castle walls if deprived any further.


I saw two butterflys yesterday and I liked that since it seems like butterflys have not been around that much for several years until last year. This is not a scientific report, just what I noticed.

The other thing I have scientifically deduced is that the toads are back again also. I don't know where they went but last year I started seeing them again and this year I have quite a few in my yard. It makes it kind of time consuming to mow since I don't want to chop them up. I try to mow in a pattern where I start at one side and work towards the side where they have somewhere to go.

As I mow, I have to watch for them hopping and usually just see the grass moving so I know to look out for them.

Toads seem like peaceful creatures and I wish them all the best.

Last night I stopped over at the Abbey Pub to listen to John Richardson, Larry Evans, Dennis Clapp (Applehead), Robert Taylor play the opening set of the Blues Jam. I didn't sign the list and wasn't feeling like playing since I had several other things to take care of. When I walked in they were on stage but not playing. Larry told me that his bass amp was out and asked if I could let them borrow mine. I live about a mile from the Abbey Pub so headed home real quick to get my amp but according to the DPS officer that was stationed near by, I was a little too quick. Actually I went into the light on a yellow and it turned out to be a fast yellow. It was a close call but technechally I did run the light. I was hoping that he would see my driving record and give me a warning but I didn't want to argue with him since I knew he was doing his job. He let me know right away why he pulled me over but he then made me stand back behind my van while he walked around front and looked in it with his flashlight. He then went to his car and pulled me up on the computer. It isn't fun to stand out in front of a police car with the lights flahing and the headlights shining on me but I don't think the guy was trying to treat me bad or anything. It just sucks to get a ticket.

I have to go see Judge Yoeman before December and I am hoping that he will give me a break but I have no plans to make up any stories or call the cop a liar. I have been to Judge Yoeman's court before when he performed a marriage ceremony that I attnended.

I went on home after the ticket and grabbed my amp and carefuly drove back up the Pub.

After that I went back home ate a bowl of Cheerios mixed with grape nuts and then went to bed. I think I had some dreams but I don't know if I remember them. I think you are being a little nosey at this point. You don't need to know all my business.


Long Live the Toads!