Adventures in Busking, vol. 2

So, lately I’ve been trying to get more into the busking gig and I’ve been going down to Santa Monica a little more often. I was down there the other day (Rachel was kind enough to go with me) and set up shop at what has become “my spot” – in the middle of the third block in between the Apple store and Victoria’s Secret.

So, I’m sitting there minding my own business playing some songs and this guy with a guitar down the street a ways starts jamming with a saxophone player. Now you haven’t heard saxophone until you’ve heard really-crap-busker-jazz-saxophone. I mean, this guy was loud as hell and was so bad that according to Rachel, and I quote, “this one old man with a can and a crazy eye stopped and said, ‘Sounds like shit!’.” So, it’s not just me.

Anyhow, they finished their song and the guy with the guitar started walking my way. I was in the middle of “Miles Away” and he walks right up to me whilst I’m playing. At first I thought there was gonna be a busker’s dual, but then I noticed the small camera crew that accompanied him and figured something more “Hollywood” was up. He asked if he could play a song with me and I replied with a hesitant, “Sure?” He then proceeded to introduce himself the way that only people with a certain sense of self-importance can.

"Have you heard of Loudon Wainwright?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you just met him.”
“Right on.”

For those of you who don’t know, Loudon Wainwright III is a 70s singer/songwriter of some fame and perhaps better known amongst my generation as the gynecologist from “Knocked Up” and the father of singer/songwriters Rufus and Martha Wainwright.

Anyhow, he wanted to play one of my songs, so I taught him “Miles Away” and we played a shortened version of that song and then I played one of his songs with him. Turns out the cameras were for a presentation that Loudon was filming for a reality TV show that he’s hosting about one-thing-or-another. He was walking up and down the promenade with his guitar, talking to random people and playing a song or two with a few buskers. It was a lot of fun and actually brought a little business my way – sold a few CDs thanks to the Loudon association and one guy actually thought that he was my mentor.

Apparently you never know who you’re gonna run into down there and hopefully they’ll email me the video of us playing together, but I’m sure they won’t. Either way it was pretty cool.

Midwest Tour, vol. 4

I haven't really the energy to write a lengthy blog about the rest of the tour. I got food poisoning on Sunday from the venue of our second Cincy show and was sick all day Monday and part of Tuesday. I wasn't able to do the radio show with Julie at WNKU on account of being sick throughout the entire broadcast and had to cancel Monday night's show in Columbus, OH (sorry Carl).

We had a few days off to recoupe in Cincinnati and then headed down to Nashville where things didn't pan out exactly how we'd hoped but it was still nice to play down there. I also got to see my good friend Rob Robinson and hang out with him a bit so that was awesome since we hadn't seen each other in a year and a half. Had some good southern barbeque too....so that was cool.

Next came Louisville which is better left ignored.

Saturday saw me turning a cool 28-years-old and traveling from the aforementioned city to Chicago. We played an end-of-the-tour party in Chicago and then I ran over to Uncommon Ground and played a set there. All in all it was a good night.

Thanks to those of you who came out to the shows!
Twas fun to see you all and overall it was a great experience.
Can't wait to go out again.

Fin.

Midwest Tour, vol. 3

Volume 3 brings us near my hometown of Monroe, MI to Toledo, OH on Friday April 18. No offense to Toledoans, but every time I come to this area of the city it looks more and more depressed. Upon crossing the Maumee River we were greeted by a man getting arrested and tased on the side of the road. Gone are the youthful days of bliss, seeing Sloan a million times at the Main Event which is now a shut down sports bar covered in graffiti. Ah, Toledo. What a great city.

Load in was at 8pm and doors were supposed to be at 9pm. This works in theory, so long as they actually let us in at 8pm. We got into the venue about 8:20 and did a damn fine and efficient job of setting up in time to get the show started by 9:30. Great turn out of friends from Monroe and BG and the show went really well in my opinion. All three bands played well and I think everyone had a great time. It's always fun for me to play to this crowd and I thank all of you for showing up and supporting me and us. It was a blast. Hectic....but a blast.

On Saturday morning we set out for Julie's hometown of Cincinnati where we actually played in Kentucky at a place called Molly Malone's. Molly Malone's is an Irish pub housed in a really cool old building right across the river from Cincy. The room that we played in was on the 3rd and highest floor and used to be a house of ill repute. Turns out the room is also haunted by a patron of the brothel who was found out by his wife. As the story goes, this gentleman used to frequent the establishment and one day his wife walked in with a gun and shot him dead whilst he was with a female companion. Now, I'm not usually one for stories like this, but an incident happened to Ted and I that made me actually consider the validity of this story. I'll leave out the details, but we certainly felt the presence of another being and some strange shit happened behind the bar when no one was in the room except for the band and everyone except Ted and I was on the other side of the room. So, we made nice with "Joe" and invited him to enjoy the festivities of the night without incident.

As for the show itself, it was great. Julie pre-sold about 150 tickets and around 200 people showed up. The place was rockin and it was a lot of fun. Good room, good stage, good sound, good atmosphere....in a lot of ways Saturday was great.

.........and then came Sunday.

Midwest Tour, vol. 2

I believe we last left off driving back to Chicago from Grand Rapids. In theory, Chicago's show on Thursday night should have been awesome. It was at Joe's which is a pretty good sized place (largest I've ever played in....) and we were opening for a national touring act called the Randy Rogers Band.

From the moment we arrived at the venue the scene was rife with confusion. We went from loading in from 5-6, to having sound check at 5 (RRB didn't end their check till 5:30), to performing at 6, to performing at 6:30, to not doing a check at all, to performing at 7:45 and then, finally, performing at 8:00 which is what we had thought and advertised all along.

That all being said, everyone at the venue was really nice and most had no idea of the confusing and constantly changing "schedule". They were just as frustrated as we were. It turns out, however, that the confusion was all caused by a silent auction that was going on in an ajoining room from 6-7:30, which is why we couldn't do a sound check. Anyhow, a large room looks incredibly empty with 75-100 people in it and that was certainly the case when we played with Julie. I think we played a pretty good show and the stage and sound were awesome, but it would have been nice to go on a little later when the people showed up......about 800 of them by 10:00. Oh well. It was a great experience and I'm sure it'll be that much better next time.

Midwest Tour, vol. 1

Alright, where to begin?

Well, the tour got under way for me one week ago today when I flew into Chicago to meet the rest of the folks involved. The lovely Ms. Neumark flew in on Tuesday afternoon and we had our first and only rehearsal that evening. Julie and I are touring with the Ted Wulfers Band and those guys are backing up Julie with me during her set. So, I took the el to a location sort of near the rehearsal studio and Ted picked me up on the corner of North and Clybourn and we went to a bar to meet the Julie and the rest of the guys.

Side-bar: Great way to meet somebody for the first time...jumping into their huge rapist style van on a corner in one of America's largest cities.

Note-to-self: If Ted and I ever start a band, call in North and Clybourn.

Anyhow, so we met at the bar, went to the rehearsal studio and rocked out for about 5 hours. Now that really is a cool way to meet musicians. Why not play some music for a few hours to break the ice? Jeff (drums), Aaron (guitar) and Aron (bass) are all really great guys and amazing musicians and it was a lot of fun to get this long jam in right at the beginning.

This brings us to Wednesday and the first show of the tour in Grand Rapids, MI. This was actually a great show to start off with. Cool small bar called Juke's that had a really great vibe with old record covers all over the walls, a decent sized stage for such a small place and a video camera broadcasting the show on two TVs in the bar. The owner, Dave, is a really nice guy and seemed pleased and appreciative to have some good out-of-town music in his bar instead of the regular open mic for the night. Hillbilly, our sound guy, was a cool and interesting cat from Alabama who was really into all three sets. So, drive back to Chicago at 3am aside, it was a good night and a promising start to the tour.