The musings, politics, frustrations and triumphs of an extrovertedly introverted musician from Philadelphia, PA.
Next shows: Blue Scheme: Wed., November 12 (blue scheme on last), Grape Street Pub [Manayunk], w/Lazlo and Secret Society, 105 Grape St., Philadelphia, $5, 21+, Doors at 9:00 pm
Wed., November 19 (blue scheme on first) Malokai's/Club 218 South [Center City], w/TBA 218 South St., Philadelphia $6, 21+, Doors at 9:00 pm
Fri., November 21 (blue scheme on second) Tokio Ballroom [Center City], w/Wellstar and Heather G 122 Lombard St., Philadelphia $5, 21+. Doors at 8:00 pm Yellow Brain: Saturday, December 27, Fergie's Pub, 1214 Sansom, Philadelphia, 9:30pm
The Scheme had its first gig at Grape Street Pub last night. I think it went well, all things considered:
We were on last on a Wednesday night. We had a sparse turnout. Tim, the bassist, is still recovering from a throat infection. I’d just gotten my voice back two days ago. G. Posey, the saxophonist, felt so bad he wondered if he could make it through an entire set. And neither Tom nor Noah were particularly healthy.
But we sounded pretty good. If they judge us based on that alone, hopefully we’ll get invited back and get a better day. Thursday would be fine. People feel like they can go out on Thursdays. Wednesdays? Not so much.
I’d missed the first band, Lazlo, because first, I hadn’t eaten anything all day except for soup and coffee and I had to eat something before going on, and second, since no one could get in touch with Noah and knew when he was arriving. So Tom, G. Posey and I went to wait for the 10:57 train. Thankfully, Noah was on it. His cell phone had run out of juice.
With anyone else, one would assume that their phone ran out of power and not sweat about the possibility of your main keyboardist not making it to the show. Noah? A different story altogether. In all fairness, I’m fairly scatterbrained myself.
But Noah's on a whole 'nother level.
Hopefully, I’ll get to hear Lazlo live at some point. The second band, Secret Society, was quite good. I really enjoyed them and wished they’d had a larger crowd to play to. All of our bands were in the same turnout boat. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are tough nights anywhere in Philly, unless there’s an event that people plan on. Grape Street Pub has Tuesday Night Music Club, which is broadcast live on Y-100 FM, and draws rising bands and their fans from the region. Other places have their own things that draw people out regularly. Some places do Quizzo on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. Some do Karaoke. Some do Open Mics.
But the best part that they all have in common? They all do Alcohol. That’s what I do.
I can't begin to imagine how many blog entries begin "Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated."
Well, honestly, I can begin to imagine it, but I'm not going to spend a lot of sleepless nights pondering it.
I've missed writing. I've missed being as creative and productive as I envision myself. So the return to my blog and the beginnings of new directions in ways of thinking and ways of doing.
I have been busy and I have had much on my mind. In August, my grandfather passed away and I had and still have much work to do regarding his affairs. In September, I played in the Fourth Annual Collective Voices Festival, a festival featuring avant-garde, progressive, and forward-thinking jazz with Keith and Pete, my two comrades in Yellow Brain. (Yellow Brain should also be two words, not one as I've been writing it.) In October and into November, I served on a jury for nine days in an attempted murder trial. I'm also dating the extremely hot blonde mentioned in the previous entry, which I posted four months ago.
I am generally happy, but still restless and searching for new challenges. I'm trying to push myself, but first I must decide on a direction to travel, lest I walk randomly as likely to hit as I am to miss.
There are hundreds of songs inside me waiting to get out. Hundreds of stories. Hundreds of pictures (once I learn to paint). Hundreds of ideas.
They'll get there, in due time, but sooner than later.
Blue Scheme's CD is mastered, but needs a bit of tweaking done. It's pretty good, but a little bass heavy. I still have some concerns about the quality of my vocals, but it's my own fault so screw it. We live and learn.
Yellow Brain played a house party show on Friday at Temple University that got shut down by the campus cops. I have a healthy amount of respect for real police officers. It's a tough and often thankless job, with long hours and incredible risks. As for these Temple security folks...hmmm. Since I don't have anything nice to say, I won't say it at all.
But before we got shut down, the show was pretty good. And the shows will get better. We covered the spectrum from ambient soundscapes to hip hop grooves, so I think the promise of Yellow Brain is definitely still there. I've got a lot of work to do on my own to hold up my end of the bargain.
Blue Scheme is playing a lot recently. Tomorrow, we're at the Grape Street Pub, in Philly's Manayunk section, for the first time. And not a moment too late. I just got my voice back on Sunday. All of us had been or are sick. But without my voice, I feared that we were going to be gearing up for an instrumental set. Not the best way to premiere somewhere.
But in case anyone's counting or caring, I'm more or less back to stay. And if I plan on disappearing for months at a time, I'll let you know. Hopefully it will be because I'm on tour.