I love all the bands, or projects that i'm involved with... and that's a good thing because you don't make "Independent music" for money if you know what i mean. On the same idea i have never been keen on joining the ranks of the "starving artist" movement... really not my style. That's why i got up and went to work every day for the better part of my life starting with a paper route and eventually graduating to a Mail route with some detours in between. Now of course, or for the next 3.5 years i stay at home with my 3 children while my wife leads the charge to try to cure Cancer in a Lab.
Our life is busy, insane, rewarding, trying, joyous, impossible, special, fun, agonizing, hilarouis... you get the idea. I loath complaining unless it is put in a humourous self depricating way, in which case i encourage it, and i loath inaction and big talk.
It was exciting to get together to play some ROADBED... i remembered my parts, i love the songs, and it is a real treat to play your part in the song to make it one rather than playing the chord progression and singing the words and having people play along... which i have nothing against, for the record.. it's just nice to be a apart of something different and excellent (in my point of view).
For this show i was quite looking forward to it on some levels and for a while i was even excited about the supper show and questioning my desire to stop doing the Super Robertson Supper Show (which happens every Wednesday from 7:30-8:30PM @ the railway Club in Vancouver British Columbia). In fact i have had a number of people try to give me a hard time about this very idea "I don't know why you don't ask me to help you", "You can't stop doing it it's too valuable", "Anything you need any time"... is the usual kind of talk.
For this show there were big plans and lots of talk and multiple scheduled rehearsals... it was going to be the best of the best and Roadbed was a part of that.
On the day of the show as the last rehearsal was being canceled i mentioned to a few people that i would be running late because my wife was running an experiment. She had a "time trial" at 5:45 PM which means that at 5:45PM you look at your cells in and do an observation, assay, and then change the cellular medium. Now the show is set to start at 7:30 so i have to feed 3 kids (the 5 year old is no problem but the 2 year old twins are another story) have her food ready do some clean up and be ready to fly when i can... Keep in mind that i spent the day with three kids in science world and then raced to the printers to get a new batch of supper show posters because for some reason i was feeling good about the show and thinking of carrying on for good or ill...
Now i say this not to gain sympathy because i think I'm blessed... good family, get to play and all that... but in the sprint of the day i got the the Railway 5 minutes before showtime... just long enough to plug in my shit and go... i come up the stairs and see my neighbours sitting down having some food, the room is full... AND NO FUCKING DRUM KIT IS SET UP ON STAGE! OK let me get that... OK i'll get the beers now... OK i'll let everybody poke at me for being late... OK now I'll be engaged in a discussion on "should we do what we planned even though we found a way to get out of the planned rehearsals"... yes lets discuss that right now... perfect this is what i need right now.
By the time we started which was about 7:50PM my neighbours said good bye... you see they have a few children as well and they had a sitter and it being a few days before Christmas, sometimes these days are busy... they still had to go to a toy store, but they were downtown and had hoped to catch the first 20 minutes of this show i have been talking about for 5 years... "Oh yea we go 7:30 on the nose to 8:30 on the nose"
Well at least they got to seem me fly into the club like a maniac trying to take care of everybody, and get a show going against impossible odds. What a fucking joke.
For the record:
I fucking loathe starting late... it's the ultimate insult to everything. I realize some bands and scene sucking fuckheads often prolong their start time to "wait for a crowd to appear"... I don't buy that either... Ruth Minnikin has a song called "You can't choose your audience"... and you can't and in the end you wouldn't want to even if you could.
Who else was in that room watching that Clown show? I don't know and i never will... i do know that an opportunity to show something good became an opportunity to show something bad.
When the show finally got going, all was fine. SUPERSIMIAN started with 3 fine songs that my neighbours would have quite enjoyed... I'll take the blame... part of being the "leader" is to stand over everybody and make sure the do what they need to do to get the show on the Road... Bed time in the city of fallen heroes (that's a lyric i snuck in... first person to email me the song name gets a copy of the CD). I have songs on file but for some reason the "video" computer is down so we might have to wait a few days to see SUPERSIMIAN online... I dig the stuff Sim's got a great voice.
after SUPWERSIMIAN we had a visit from Santa... he did a few songs and on the second one he called me up to do some cursing... good old SR always trying to help out. Swearing my head off on stage is something i'm trying to get away from... i think i did a bad job... my focus wasn't there... too much childcare in this day and i was trying to get ready for the Roadbed show that was happening after that song, and i was also the guy that was solely responsible for the late start and everbody in the room seemed to know that... why do i do the SRSS?
Then Roadbed played... we cut Carolina as we were over time, everybody seemed to have a good time, except for me of course, but what else is new.
Remember the movie "Field of dreams"? If you build it the will come?
"Field of supper" if you build it they will appear with their thumb up their ass and say "whats going on"
You want to play the supper show? Get in touch with me... I'll give you what i can, the big thing being a stage in a good venue in a town where everybody is whining about "there is no place to play". For fuck sakes be ready to go for 7:30... if you can set up in a minute then come @ 7:29 for all i care... play your music, be brief and have fun. If you are doing sound be fucking ready... you are being fucking paid. Never fucking engage me in ideas that you are not fully and absoloutely committed to doing... if you want me to try something with you OK, maybe we bomb maybe not... we try. If this show gets lazy and starts late and goes late it becomes a pain in the ass to everything else that has to happen that night... NEVER PLAY MUSIC AND BE A PAIN IN THE ASS... that's as stupid as it is dumb. This show could be something, but it needs committed effort and accountability...
And if you are at the Supper Show and I'm not there and it's getting close to starting time, there is a very good chance i'm up to my neck in things that are far more important to me, and far more dependent on me than the SRSS... so get the fucking show on the road... if it's 7:30 somebody get the fuck up there and start doing something... it just occurred to me to leave a copy of "songs of the doomed" in the SRSS equipment stash for somebody to start reading at 7:30 PM if there is nobody in the house with the balls to go up and do something else but the reality would probably be that the book would disappear in a few weeks because some fucking peckerhead would think "what's this doing here".
Am i getting my point across here?
do we need a sports analogy?
FORECHECK! force the fucking issue... don't stand back an wait for me.
and tomorrow we have Tiger Prawn! and ROBERT MALOWANY and friend and Super R.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
The Cult
The Legion of Flying Monkies Horn Orchestra put on a fine clinic last week... Horn puppets and a few group sing along tunes... in all seriousness what else do you need?
The version of "flying Monkey Cult" was just spectacular, and when i mentioned that to Fire-Man after the show, he was kind of like.... "well it better be we all know it by now". I'm sure in some ways he would see the show as a failure... the kid of failure i might go on about... you have these great expectations and you will always land somewhere short of them. But that's life as an artist and He is an old pro who has come back off the canvass many times before.
It was Fire-Man's birthday but for some reason we celebrated my birthday and i was presented with my very own horn:
It shall be mounted on the wall above the fireplace with the 2 Dave Hind drums on either side for symmetry. It will be easy to remove for proper blasting when the time comes but right now is is under the severe threat of children hands.
The real story of the night has to do with the ride home on the Skytrain when i Ping Ponged into a train compartment with my new horn and there was a large enough and eager enough group of people in the right frame of mind anxious to find more information on the Nature of my horn. I smartly opened with "I can only blast this beast under the conditions of a group song at this time due to an arrangement i have with the Supreme Janitor".
Fate was on my side... or was it just the natural way in which a Cult operates. I had no time for that inner discussion it was time to teach this car the "Flying Monkey Cult song"
Help Help Help Help Help Help An Evil cult leader is using us... UUUUSING us. And then the beat started (some rhythm folks in the crowd) and then i had to teach the other part of the song
Flying monkey Cult
Flying monkey Cult
Flying monkey cult
12345678
By then i realized i had to move into the center of the car so that i could easily group into 3 regions... for the most part they wanted it and i noticed that what happened on the next couple of stops was the those that didn't want to be involved left the car and those that did stayed... by the time we hit my stop we were just about to get rolling so i figured i would have to go long and come back later.... after all it's not every day you get to rock a Fire-Man horn on a skytrain car with everything going fluidly. So we were in Burnaby at Royal Oak when i realized it was time to shut her down... that became clear at about Metrotown, but none the less we stomped down a fine version and there were good times and high fives and hugs all around. Fire-Man would have been proud... so i guess if a show can do that... carry on and reproduce spontaneously on public transit later that evening it has some merit.
It became clear to me that rocking a horn is all together a different beast than rocking a guitar or a bass... it's all about creating the environment... well that's true with guitar and bass but it's just a little less obvious so i guess i should say that instead.
Tomorrow we have our holiday treat ROADBED, SUPERSIMIAN and THE MANX.
OK
The version of "flying Monkey Cult" was just spectacular, and when i mentioned that to Fire-Man after the show, he was kind of like.... "well it better be we all know it by now". I'm sure in some ways he would see the show as a failure... the kid of failure i might go on about... you have these great expectations and you will always land somewhere short of them. But that's life as an artist and He is an old pro who has come back off the canvass many times before.
It was Fire-Man's birthday but for some reason we celebrated my birthday and i was presented with my very own horn:
It shall be mounted on the wall above the fireplace with the 2 Dave Hind drums on either side for symmetry. It will be easy to remove for proper blasting when the time comes but right now is is under the severe threat of children hands.
The real story of the night has to do with the ride home on the Skytrain when i Ping Ponged into a train compartment with my new horn and there was a large enough and eager enough group of people in the right frame of mind anxious to find more information on the Nature of my horn. I smartly opened with "I can only blast this beast under the conditions of a group song at this time due to an arrangement i have with the Supreme Janitor".
Fate was on my side... or was it just the natural way in which a Cult operates. I had no time for that inner discussion it was time to teach this car the "Flying Monkey Cult song"
Help Help Help Help Help Help An Evil cult leader is using us... UUUUSING us. And then the beat started (some rhythm folks in the crowd) and then i had to teach the other part of the song
Flying monkey Cult
Flying monkey Cult
Flying monkey cult
12345678
By then i realized i had to move into the center of the car so that i could easily group into 3 regions... for the most part they wanted it and i noticed that what happened on the next couple of stops was the those that didn't want to be involved left the car and those that did stayed... by the time we hit my stop we were just about to get rolling so i figured i would have to go long and come back later.... after all it's not every day you get to rock a Fire-Man horn on a skytrain car with everything going fluidly. So we were in Burnaby at Royal Oak when i realized it was time to shut her down... that became clear at about Metrotown, but none the less we stomped down a fine version and there were good times and high fives and hugs all around. Fire-Man would have been proud... so i guess if a show can do that... carry on and reproduce spontaneously on public transit later that evening it has some merit.
It became clear to me that rocking a horn is all together a different beast than rocking a guitar or a bass... it's all about creating the environment... well that's true with guitar and bass but it's just a little less obvious so i guess i should say that instead.
Tomorrow we have our holiday treat ROADBED, SUPERSIMIAN and THE MANX.
OK
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
a fairly major disaster ha happened
OK so i went to find some of the old SRSS posters... the classic ones with a cartoon version of myself eating a hamburger and the other one with my head with a fork in it, which spurred a massive search for my backup disks which came up empty handed... hours of time which then sparked me to get out the old tower and try to use it as a target dive to grab the file... to make a long story short so that later in the blog i can make a short story long, my main computer is now down and out and i have this paranoia that i reset the bastard by holding the start button down for too long, which of course will have disastrous consequences if i have indeed deleted our family digital photos... good thing i burned MULE that disk of 21 tandem repeats live album that sits somewhere in my house.
So there will be no email for this show... that's right i had problems importing my contacts... what simple tasks using computers do i not have trouble with one could ask... it's just not my thing.
Should have emailed Sim and gone with a new poster, but no Old Robertson can solve the problem... as my dad would say "1 step forward 3 steps back".
Last week was a fun Supper Show with Camille and Jose in Santa suits singing songs... i hit a few numbers one of them being "after the birth" a crude song on the birth of Jesus, which I'll probably never play again and a version of "Nothing is heard".
After the show i ping ponged down to the Roxy to catch "The Manx" and once i cleared security i was able to enjoy the end of their set which rocked hard. We should all go to the Roxy as a pre Olympic warm up... you want to pay to go see some entertainment... well then lets eyeball you use a medal detector on your ass and then scan your drivers licence and question your legitimacy as a potential consuming customer. The real comedy came when i tried to pluck a ticket out of the bowl that was on the desk where you pay and the woman snatched the ticket out of my hand and then moved the bowl of tickets away and placed them out of reach. Often with these roxy deals you get a free beer with your admission fee if you have a ticket... i guess you have to actually have the ticket before you pass the first level of security and the bowl of tickets is just there to say fuck you you cheese eating surrender monkey. Marty ended up buying me a beer which he totally didn't have to, and he didn't even know my problems at the door... he's just a swell fellow. i still feel cheated the the Roxy cheated me out of a beer and tried to make me feel like a criminal in doing so. Oh the time they are a chaingin'.
Tomorrow night or on Wednesday December 16 we have "The LFM Shareholders Report and Puppet Show" which will be a Fire-Man special:
OK we are back in business... there will be an email The computer is back from the dead... thanks to Reeserv on some chat line... hold down Command Option p, r and let it chime a few times.
Jesus Christ it's a quarter to midnight and the whole blog is a lie now that my computer genius has come through in spades... Lets talk about Super Robertson's professionalism for a little bit shall we. The man brews an amber ale and had 3 computers on a table all for the purpose of enriching the Super Robertson Supper Show with some classic Simian Special poster designs. The man runs into a snag but still keeps a focus on the goals: 1) brew properly 2) operate computers 3) Update the blog because you said you would 4) occasionally go upstairs to hush children 5) start working on how to break it to CT that the family photos are gone.
A smart man would now immediately backup those photographs, but I'm on a roll and smart has never really been the kind of word people use to describe me. It could be that i generally hang out with really smart people... which happens to be true, so a person with a reasonable intelligence backed up with actual logic,fine street smarts, creativity and a healthy paranoia of most situations goes unnoticed on the charts of "smart".
Where the hell am I?
My computer works again ( i did the first half of this blogaroo on a laptop, and in the process had to reset my password)... which reminds me Mule send me an email and we can get it set back right again... ie what the hell was the old password? everything is automated which is not ideal for major crashes. Passwords and security codes... there must be some major evolution going on in the human brain these days to deal with this.
December 16 is Fire-Man's birthday and as he is planning to announce on Friday is Super R's birthday... for my birthday i give myself a horn show. Death come quickly! Now that my computer is back up i have received a late email that apparently i will have to bring down a guitar after all, so i guess I'm playing... I'm highly allergic to LFM rehearsals but I'm a master of winging it especially when being in key don't matter.
The Plot thickens.
OK for the record... there is a puppet show written and i thing there are grand thing planned, songs to do. The LFM has made great progress in moving from errant horn blasting to something greater. For my part I'll do what i can which i believe is play a song and announce a few things.
So there will be no email for this show... that's right i had problems importing my contacts... what simple tasks using computers do i not have trouble with one could ask... it's just not my thing.
Should have emailed Sim and gone with a new poster, but no Old Robertson can solve the problem... as my dad would say "1 step forward 3 steps back".
Last week was a fun Supper Show with Camille and Jose in Santa suits singing songs... i hit a few numbers one of them being "after the birth" a crude song on the birth of Jesus, which I'll probably never play again and a version of "Nothing is heard".
After the show i ping ponged down to the Roxy to catch "The Manx" and once i cleared security i was able to enjoy the end of their set which rocked hard. We should all go to the Roxy as a pre Olympic warm up... you want to pay to go see some entertainment... well then lets eyeball you use a medal detector on your ass and then scan your drivers licence and question your legitimacy as a potential consuming customer. The real comedy came when i tried to pluck a ticket out of the bowl that was on the desk where you pay and the woman snatched the ticket out of my hand and then moved the bowl of tickets away and placed them out of reach. Often with these roxy deals you get a free beer with your admission fee if you have a ticket... i guess you have to actually have the ticket before you pass the first level of security and the bowl of tickets is just there to say fuck you you cheese eating surrender monkey. Marty ended up buying me a beer which he totally didn't have to, and he didn't even know my problems at the door... he's just a swell fellow. i still feel cheated the the Roxy cheated me out of a beer and tried to make me feel like a criminal in doing so. Oh the time they are a chaingin'.
Tomorrow night or on Wednesday December 16 we have "The LFM Shareholders Report and Puppet Show" which will be a Fire-Man special:
OK we are back in business... there will be an email The computer is back from the dead... thanks to Reeserv on some chat line... hold down Command Option p, r and let it chime a few times.
Jesus Christ it's a quarter to midnight and the whole blog is a lie now that my computer genius has come through in spades... Lets talk about Super Robertson's professionalism for a little bit shall we. The man brews an amber ale and had 3 computers on a table all for the purpose of enriching the Super Robertson Supper Show with some classic Simian Special poster designs. The man runs into a snag but still keeps a focus on the goals: 1) brew properly 2) operate computers 3) Update the blog because you said you would 4) occasionally go upstairs to hush children 5) start working on how to break it to CT that the family photos are gone.
A smart man would now immediately backup those photographs, but I'm on a roll and smart has never really been the kind of word people use to describe me. It could be that i generally hang out with really smart people... which happens to be true, so a person with a reasonable intelligence backed up with actual logic,fine street smarts, creativity and a healthy paranoia of most situations goes unnoticed on the charts of "smart".
Where the hell am I?
My computer works again ( i did the first half of this blogaroo on a laptop, and in the process had to reset my password)... which reminds me Mule send me an email and we can get it set back right again... ie what the hell was the old password? everything is automated which is not ideal for major crashes. Passwords and security codes... there must be some major evolution going on in the human brain these days to deal with this.
December 16 is Fire-Man's birthday and as he is planning to announce on Friday is Super R's birthday... for my birthday i give myself a horn show. Death come quickly! Now that my computer is back up i have received a late email that apparently i will have to bring down a guitar after all, so i guess I'm playing... I'm highly allergic to LFM rehearsals but I'm a master of winging it especially when being in key don't matter.
The Plot thickens.
OK for the record... there is a puppet show written and i thing there are grand thing planned, songs to do. The LFM has made great progress in moving from errant horn blasting to something greater. For my part I'll do what i can which i believe is play a song and announce a few things.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
which came first the Blog or the show?
The answer is obvious, or course, the show... back when it was on Monday night and it was called The Super Robertson King show, for some reason. In the end i think the blog might be bigger now however. I found that out after last weeks posting, or should i say Blogaroo. Of course i noted that i had come to the happy conclusion of ending my time running this SRSS just after Vancouver officially becomes a world class city which would also coincide with the 5 year SRSS anniversary... and within 12 hours i had messages from 4 continents and numerous local folks who believe for some reason that the Super Robertson Supper Show is important... there is actually a person in Europe who is saving up for a vacation and plans to come to Vancouver and The Railway for a Wednesday to complete the SRSS Blog experience... part of me wonders if it is actually a fake email sent by somebody in Vancouver... it would be like that time in high school when i got that note on my locker that some girl wanted to meet my runt ass outside the library by the main hall at lunch which of course provided fine comedy for some people seeing me stand there like a jackass for 20 minutes, luckily for me my tolerance for humiliation has always been unmatched... but in the metaphorical sense i guess in the end i ended up with the perfect woman so maybe we just have to take our hits and it will all work out in the end.
I seem to have lost my train of thought, and my train of thought is wandering from the the title of this here blog... the rules strictly stipulate that the blog should be a re-cap of last weeks show followed by a smiley faced PR for the upcoming show scattered with video footage. One of the problems is that i am currently on the other computer going over last weeks show, rendering things, half distracted... I am also a bit worried about the Germans... what will they think of this format. OK lets bark a file down:
OK I'm rendering a version of Bay City Kitty now... By the way it was a most excellent show last week... i went down alone thinking "why bother"... but then i was pumping myself up "It will be good old Robertson... you can do those songs the way you know them rather than the way they become once a team of musicians who have no idea how the song goes start to play it without any proper cues or notes"... where is the fun in that though! Anyhoo when i walked into the bar i saw some Supper Show stalwarts huddled at a few tables and one table had Fire-Man and Marty... and i thought perhaps Sim was here, which he was! D Trevlon confirmed this fact, so all of the sudden the show had legs again all i had to do was find Sim which was kind of hard... i looked all around... the show was about to start... I'll try the washroom. It turns out the Simian Special was just in the washroom re-in acting a battle from the Boer war. The bottom line was he was ready to rock and rock he did:
Now i have a version of Jupiter rendering. Note to self this is not the way to write... you need the files ready to go so you can focus on getting to your points, or in my case find your deviations and then just copy and paste the links.
I should note that last week was the first Wednesday of the month which is usually the Cammile and Jose Supper Show but Cammile got another gig that had some importance so we switched nights, which of course means that those guys do tomorrow night (December 9 2009) but fortune was on my side because a guy named Ian came to play at the Camille and Jose show but ended up playing at the Super Robertson Supper Show. I like their "supper shows" they are both excellent they work together and they have this vast network of amazing songwriters that come out to play a tune. the show is strong the momentum keeps going and when its over you don feel full you just feel fine. I tend to have lost that balance, having started playing with a full band every week perhaps the setup was different but it seems like when i put together a show i am always fighting the guest to cut down their set as they always want to play "a full set" to make it worth their while in coming out. It's really a reflection on me for the most part, i mean sometimes it's good, but after a while it becomes a pain in the ass to fight for stage time with your guests... and it's not really stage time i want i just want the show to keep flowing:
Check out Ian:
my point being this guy comes out to play a tune to add to a show (which it clearly does in spades) and for some reason i give the idea to people that they need to do the whole show... i mean i guess i get "bands" from time to time which is a bit of a different story, and some of my ideas to integrate people into the show have had disastrous consequences, so once again i lay the blame on myself.
But this show went well for a show that started when i walked into the room saw D Trevlon who asked who's playing and then immediately had to retreat when he heard that he was on the "penciled in" bill... being the sound man for the super Robertson supper show can come in handy from time to time... we had another guest named Jason Harder who was fantastic as well but it's like fucking midnight here and i can render no longer... my sense of failure is dogging me again... i have big plans but lack the time and energy and resources to have them fly... could be the plans suck too... just saying.
after the show I squirreled away in the back room, with a few of Vancouver's prominent PR Kingpins... mostly it was a chickenshit move on my part because i was afraid to sit at a table with some hyper pro super show people and defend my position to essentially quit. Word from the PR camp is that having a video is very important these days... like a good well shot smart video... OK
for the record I'm really not happy with this blog post... i find it unnecessarily negative and totally lacking in good comedy. The real comedy now is that i have begun to apologize for the blog posts as well as the show which is free... Totally Canadian Eh!
I seem to have lost my train of thought, and my train of thought is wandering from the the title of this here blog... the rules strictly stipulate that the blog should be a re-cap of last weeks show followed by a smiley faced PR for the upcoming show scattered with video footage. One of the problems is that i am currently on the other computer going over last weeks show, rendering things, half distracted... I am also a bit worried about the Germans... what will they think of this format. OK lets bark a file down:
OK I'm rendering a version of Bay City Kitty now... By the way it was a most excellent show last week... i went down alone thinking "why bother"... but then i was pumping myself up "It will be good old Robertson... you can do those songs the way you know them rather than the way they become once a team of musicians who have no idea how the song goes start to play it without any proper cues or notes"... where is the fun in that though! Anyhoo when i walked into the bar i saw some Supper Show stalwarts huddled at a few tables and one table had Fire-Man and Marty... and i thought perhaps Sim was here, which he was! D Trevlon confirmed this fact, so all of the sudden the show had legs again all i had to do was find Sim which was kind of hard... i looked all around... the show was about to start... I'll try the washroom. It turns out the Simian Special was just in the washroom re-in acting a battle from the Boer war. The bottom line was he was ready to rock and rock he did:
Now i have a version of Jupiter rendering. Note to self this is not the way to write... you need the files ready to go so you can focus on getting to your points, or in my case find your deviations and then just copy and paste the links.
I should note that last week was the first Wednesday of the month which is usually the Cammile and Jose Supper Show but Cammile got another gig that had some importance so we switched nights, which of course means that those guys do tomorrow night (December 9 2009) but fortune was on my side because a guy named Ian came to play at the Camille and Jose show but ended up playing at the Super Robertson Supper Show. I like their "supper shows" they are both excellent they work together and they have this vast network of amazing songwriters that come out to play a tune. the show is strong the momentum keeps going and when its over you don feel full you just feel fine. I tend to have lost that balance, having started playing with a full band every week perhaps the setup was different but it seems like when i put together a show i am always fighting the guest to cut down their set as they always want to play "a full set" to make it worth their while in coming out. It's really a reflection on me for the most part, i mean sometimes it's good, but after a while it becomes a pain in the ass to fight for stage time with your guests... and it's not really stage time i want i just want the show to keep flowing:
Check out Ian:
my point being this guy comes out to play a tune to add to a show (which it clearly does in spades) and for some reason i give the idea to people that they need to do the whole show... i mean i guess i get "bands" from time to time which is a bit of a different story, and some of my ideas to integrate people into the show have had disastrous consequences, so once again i lay the blame on myself.
But this show went well for a show that started when i walked into the room saw D Trevlon who asked who's playing and then immediately had to retreat when he heard that he was on the "penciled in" bill... being the sound man for the super Robertson supper show can come in handy from time to time... we had another guest named Jason Harder who was fantastic as well but it's like fucking midnight here and i can render no longer... my sense of failure is dogging me again... i have big plans but lack the time and energy and resources to have them fly... could be the plans suck too... just saying.
after the show I squirreled away in the back room, with a few of Vancouver's prominent PR Kingpins... mostly it was a chickenshit move on my part because i was afraid to sit at a table with some hyper pro super show people and defend my position to essentially quit. Word from the PR camp is that having a video is very important these days... like a good well shot smart video... OK
for the record I'm really not happy with this blog post... i find it unnecessarily negative and totally lacking in good comedy. The real comedy now is that i have begun to apologize for the blog posts as well as the show which is free... Totally Canadian Eh!
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Movember 25th re-cap
It was just like good old times... 21 Tandem Repeats with a full compliment: Shawn Killaly, JLS and WB. Land of Deborah was in the house, and the said musicians have played on her latest EP titled "You are here" so we stomped a version of Blue Skies and then i handed LOD the axe and they smashed home a few numbers... which essentially in some parts was what the SRSS was to be all about when i started it about 5 years ago. It wasn't until after the show that i got bogged down in a few bad ideas that cost me a hangover and a stick bag that i started thinking about the SRSS. I mention this because i believe, after careful consideration, that it would be in my best interest to kill the Super Robertson Supper Show. I'm thinking i should go to March have a big 5 year anniversary/ "the last SR Supper" show... I still have a goal with the show, and that is to get a story about the show in the Georgia Straight... why? I don't know, I'm weird that way... i thought it might be possible, and it should be with the right amount of hounding... or at least the properly directed hounding. It's kind of like the same logic as stopping on the 5 year mark... the other option would be to go for the full decade, but i think i made my point in 5 years. It's not a sad thing, or as i would usually frame things a "definite failure", but rather quite the contrary... for half a decade I somehow led a crew of good natured and generous artist to put on an early reliable and free show that i know entertained many people... it provided a stage for artists to bring their stuff and try something. Sure we had some all time lows as i led the team of a cliff and into a cauldron... but we had some highs as well... there were some King Hell Moments for sure. I guess i shouldn't talk in past tense yet because there are many a shows left and it would be better to nail them, or at least go right off the rails at the railway club. It's nothing negative or bad, i just thought that if i used 6:45-11PM ever Wednesday to do something else in a non performing but yet creative endeavour i might be better off.
man I'm really starting to run the yap on these blogs... the whole world is getting shorter and more brief (texting twitter) and i'm here re explaining unimportant thought lines.
When i was about 23 and i lived in a "warehouse" in Kitsilano i had on my fridge a schedule of my week broken down into 1/2 hour segments.. there was work, jamming, exercise, and then a couple types of artistic thought... there was even 1/2 hour of cartoon drawing scheduled for Tuesday night 8:30-9PM... the idea of course was to exercise all of the "creative muscles". Of course as a disorganized sloth of a man i fell off course from time to time. One day i had a party, and people were smoking grass, and somebody saw the schedule and drew attention to it... the were having a real hoot, and of course i failed to see the humor and tried to explaining the logic behind everything, which of course caused the laughter to become uncontrollable. i happened to have a brick in the kitchen, and i thought about grabbing it and smashing some faces to bring peoples attention to reality, but then i relaxed and got in on the joke and i started telling some of my ideas that didn't make the first schedule but would definitely be present in the second schedule once i felt a certain mastery of the first schedule. I was a regular Charlie chuckles that night as people were hitting the floor and we had a lot of good laughs. The next day i kept the schedule... i was going to tear it down, but then i saw it as a representation of somebody that wanted to be doing things for a purpose. Never underestimate dedication, life is long, but it's the accumulation of your short game that gets you places, and generally the places aren't recognized by the standard values of success but rather the peace of mind in knowing you did what you thought you had to do.
I guess the big news last week was that Peter lolley won "SRSS Best Moustache Movember 2009"
that would be here:
What is this Lynx Paw Beard Shampoo?
man I'm really starting to run the yap on these blogs... the whole world is getting shorter and more brief (texting twitter) and i'm here re explaining unimportant thought lines.
When i was about 23 and i lived in a "warehouse" in Kitsilano i had on my fridge a schedule of my week broken down into 1/2 hour segments.. there was work, jamming, exercise, and then a couple types of artistic thought... there was even 1/2 hour of cartoon drawing scheduled for Tuesday night 8:30-9PM... the idea of course was to exercise all of the "creative muscles". Of course as a disorganized sloth of a man i fell off course from time to time. One day i had a party, and people were smoking grass, and somebody saw the schedule and drew attention to it... the were having a real hoot, and of course i failed to see the humor and tried to explaining the logic behind everything, which of course caused the laughter to become uncontrollable. i happened to have a brick in the kitchen, and i thought about grabbing it and smashing some faces to bring peoples attention to reality, but then i relaxed and got in on the joke and i started telling some of my ideas that didn't make the first schedule but would definitely be present in the second schedule once i felt a certain mastery of the first schedule. I was a regular Charlie chuckles that night as people were hitting the floor and we had a lot of good laughs. The next day i kept the schedule... i was going to tear it down, but then i saw it as a representation of somebody that wanted to be doing things for a purpose. Never underestimate dedication, life is long, but it's the accumulation of your short game that gets you places, and generally the places aren't recognized by the standard values of success but rather the peace of mind in knowing you did what you thought you had to do.
I guess the big news last week was that Peter lolley won "SRSS Best Moustache Movember 2009"
that would be here:
What is this Lynx Paw Beard Shampoo?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Movember 18 re-cap
Clip courtesy of the Rilcofs: (I can't take credit for that edit job)
It was a packed house for Connoisseur Casino, friends, co-workers, family and a pack of the SRSS faithful led by Super Steve who had his eye on the Vancouver Giants game... the local heroes were down by 3 at the start of the third and Fire-Man and ED had some good stories so we kind of missed the end, but the Bruins were playing a strong game.
Notice the U2 song they covered has a similar progression to "Hey Rock's Living room"... perhaps U2 had a bug planted in the shockcenter years ago when rumours of a Jackass has hay-breath session started a swirling.
Connoisseur Casino put on a fine show and there was a small wedge of time left for the old SR to stomp down some music. I met a drummer named Tony Dallas during the CC set and dialed him in for drum duty. I left Rilcof up on stage to help us do a version of "summertime will end when it's over", which we totally rocked... it was an absolute domination (one can say that when there is no video evidence). Next I called Fire-Man up to help lead the capacity crowd in a version of "Dish Pig" Tony rocked it like none other, and Fire-Man was able to bring a few of the shocked and scarred audience members out of their shells... this kind of effort was something that was very new and shocking to their version of what a show is. To finish off the night i called up some singers (the two CC boys and another person showed up)... i taught them how and when to sing "everlasting chameleon ego"... and then we hit the song that was written years ago on a fine Saturday afternoon... I had the 4 track at the house and the crops were in (if you know what i mean) and i happened to have my drum kit in the house... a perfect combo under almost any circumstances. The negative circumstance i had to deal with was the fact that the tenant below me (and above Hey Rock) in the house apparently had a migraine headache and a short fuse... Clearly i couldn't hear the door pounding with all the drum racket that occurs when a said professional does a proper mic level check.
We did have a little meeting just before my first and only take... she was kind of in disbelief that i had to argue for at least 1 if not 2 takes... truth be told i started arguing for 4 takes knowing that I'd probably be pruned down... she argued fairly well for somebody who was suffering a migraine... i suspect it was a hangover and the word migraine was used to promote a sense of helpless innocence.
I nailed the drums in 1 take... and the song went like this
Gail my neighbour
doesn't like me playing drums
well i guess i should have figured that, Gail you are a good sport and i love you for that
you see this one here is a short one
and it won't really last
Rocking is good therapy
and it makes me feel like a man
i kind of like to live like that, grooving on a good feel and you don't look back
you see this one here is a short one
and it won't really last
everlasting chameleon ego
(repeat for 3 hours)
so anyhoo we did the song... the 3 hour bit was a joke of course... mind you there was a marathon version i played years ago at a house party in the basement of Rev. Richard Badcock's house, and the song kind of peaked that day... a basement full of people singing the part with drums lead guitar bass. The song lay dormant for a while and made a brief low key comeback atempt that fell short and landed on the cutting room floor when putting together 21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted To Be Anyone"
One of the guys that came up to sing last week was happy as a (insert simile here), and said that he woke up feeling kind of shitty that day but now he feels great.
I like to think that that's what the Super Robertson Supper Show can do for you.
Speaking of the SRSS doing for you... this is the last Supper Show of Movember so we will be awarding props and a trophy to the person with the best Moustache at the SRSS on Movember 25th. Only a fool would miss that opportunity. A full 21 Tandem Repeats compliment will be on hand to administer a proper "Moustache quality" event.
It was a packed house for Connoisseur Casino, friends, co-workers, family and a pack of the SRSS faithful led by Super Steve who had his eye on the Vancouver Giants game... the local heroes were down by 3 at the start of the third and Fire-Man and ED had some good stories so we kind of missed the end, but the Bruins were playing a strong game.
Notice the U2 song they covered has a similar progression to "Hey Rock's Living room"... perhaps U2 had a bug planted in the shockcenter years ago when rumours of a Jackass has hay-breath session started a swirling.
Connoisseur Casino put on a fine show and there was a small wedge of time left for the old SR to stomp down some music. I met a drummer named Tony Dallas during the CC set and dialed him in for drum duty. I left Rilcof up on stage to help us do a version of "summertime will end when it's over", which we totally rocked... it was an absolute domination (one can say that when there is no video evidence). Next I called Fire-Man up to help lead the capacity crowd in a version of "Dish Pig" Tony rocked it like none other, and Fire-Man was able to bring a few of the shocked and scarred audience members out of their shells... this kind of effort was something that was very new and shocking to their version of what a show is. To finish off the night i called up some singers (the two CC boys and another person showed up)... i taught them how and when to sing "everlasting chameleon ego"... and then we hit the song that was written years ago on a fine Saturday afternoon... I had the 4 track at the house and the crops were in (if you know what i mean) and i happened to have my drum kit in the house... a perfect combo under almost any circumstances. The negative circumstance i had to deal with was the fact that the tenant below me (and above Hey Rock) in the house apparently had a migraine headache and a short fuse... Clearly i couldn't hear the door pounding with all the drum racket that occurs when a said professional does a proper mic level check.
We did have a little meeting just before my first and only take... she was kind of in disbelief that i had to argue for at least 1 if not 2 takes... truth be told i started arguing for 4 takes knowing that I'd probably be pruned down... she argued fairly well for somebody who was suffering a migraine... i suspect it was a hangover and the word migraine was used to promote a sense of helpless innocence.
I nailed the drums in 1 take... and the song went like this
Gail my neighbour
doesn't like me playing drums
well i guess i should have figured that, Gail you are a good sport and i love you for that
you see this one here is a short one
and it won't really last
Rocking is good therapy
and it makes me feel like a man
i kind of like to live like that, grooving on a good feel and you don't look back
you see this one here is a short one
and it won't really last
everlasting chameleon ego
(repeat for 3 hours)
so anyhoo we did the song... the 3 hour bit was a joke of course... mind you there was a marathon version i played years ago at a house party in the basement of Rev. Richard Badcock's house, and the song kind of peaked that day... a basement full of people singing the part with drums lead guitar bass. The song lay dormant for a while and made a brief low key comeback atempt that fell short and landed on the cutting room floor when putting together 21 Tandem Repeats "Never Wanted To Be Anyone"
One of the guys that came up to sing last week was happy as a (insert simile here), and said that he woke up feeling kind of shitty that day but now he feels great.
I like to think that that's what the Super Robertson Supper Show can do for you.
Speaking of the SRSS doing for you... this is the last Supper Show of Movember so we will be awarding props and a trophy to the person with the best Moustache at the SRSS on Movember 25th. Only a fool would miss that opportunity. A full 21 Tandem Repeats compliment will be on hand to administer a proper "Moustache quality" event.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Remember last week.
Well you should, it was Remembrance Day after all... some folks out there took a lot of hits so we could be "free".
OK, it was a pleasant night at the Supper Show where we had an electronic based version of 21TR:
who needs a drummer when you have a Neighbour like Hixon... I wouldn't even have to lug a drum kit somewhere for a drummer to play. (when you play with a failure you don't get much so i don't usually mind)
and then DeNiro and Hixon= Allies:
Because the light was dim i went and shot the show using "super night shot" and it chewed back the battery... the battery died at the portion in which it cut out. But none the less you get the idea... perhaps i will be able to retire and let the "music live on" after all.
So on Movember 18 2009 The Super Robertson Supper Show will have a debut show by a band called Connoisseur Casino. Connoisseur Casino, has the original Supper Show host D Rahil aka "Jack Freelance" as one of the singer /guitar player members. The report from the Sanctuary is that this band is quite good... I know I'm looking forward to it. We will see what kind of a member less 21 tandem repeats (that doesn't sound too good) show i can come up with at the 11th hour... good things often happen at the last moment. Kind of like last week when i took a call from Alvaro around 5pm and it turned out he was playing in one of the bands later in the evening, and was coming down, and had childcare solved and wanted to play which begat a proper "21 TR electronic version".
I was watching Monday Night football in the gym last night, because it was on in front of the cardio machines (i couldn't care less about football), and the sound wasn't on but the close captioning was and near the end of the game the Ravens were up on the Browns 16-0 and the announcer was talking as the Browns had possession and were trying to move down the field. He said "I always tell my son, Son NEVER give up on a game" ( the point being if the Browns score on this rush they are right back in the game). What is the ability to learn something from something that you couldn't care less about? I like that attitude however... nothing more annoying than being in a key hockey game being down a few and have you team give up... which usually translates into taking a few idiotic roughing penalties and playing out the game 5 on 3.
Damn this was going to be a short blogaroo that just relied on the video and tomorrows show announcement and yet we managed to throw in a sports analogy. i don't think i have watched a football game since that time Annette Plesner dragged me to to the Superbowl up in Whistler a few years ago. The best part of that is people watching... you get to watch die hard fans live and die with their teams... always cheer for the winning team and be around the folks with the greatest passion it becomes rather infectious... beer helps also... a plate of hot wings never hurt either.
OK, it was a pleasant night at the Supper Show where we had an electronic based version of 21TR:
who needs a drummer when you have a Neighbour like Hixon... I wouldn't even have to lug a drum kit somewhere for a drummer to play. (when you play with a failure you don't get much so i don't usually mind)
and then DeNiro and Hixon= Allies:
Because the light was dim i went and shot the show using "super night shot" and it chewed back the battery... the battery died at the portion in which it cut out. But none the less you get the idea... perhaps i will be able to retire and let the "music live on" after all.
So on Movember 18 2009 The Super Robertson Supper Show will have a debut show by a band called Connoisseur Casino. Connoisseur Casino, has the original Supper Show host D Rahil aka "Jack Freelance" as one of the singer /guitar player members. The report from the Sanctuary is that this band is quite good... I know I'm looking forward to it. We will see what kind of a member less 21 tandem repeats (that doesn't sound too good) show i can come up with at the 11th hour... good things often happen at the last moment. Kind of like last week when i took a call from Alvaro around 5pm and it turned out he was playing in one of the bands later in the evening, and was coming down, and had childcare solved and wanted to play which begat a proper "21 TR electronic version".
I was watching Monday Night football in the gym last night, because it was on in front of the cardio machines (i couldn't care less about football), and the sound wasn't on but the close captioning was and near the end of the game the Ravens were up on the Browns 16-0 and the announcer was talking as the Browns had possession and were trying to move down the field. He said "I always tell my son, Son NEVER give up on a game" ( the point being if the Browns score on this rush they are right back in the game). What is the ability to learn something from something that you couldn't care less about? I like that attitude however... nothing more annoying than being in a key hockey game being down a few and have you team give up... which usually translates into taking a few idiotic roughing penalties and playing out the game 5 on 3.
Damn this was going to be a short blogaroo that just relied on the video and tomorrows show announcement and yet we managed to throw in a sports analogy. i don't think i have watched a football game since that time Annette Plesner dragged me to to the Superbowl up in Whistler a few years ago. The best part of that is people watching... you get to watch die hard fans live and die with their teams... always cheer for the winning team and be around the folks with the greatest passion it becomes rather infectious... beer helps also... a plate of hot wings never hurt either.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
the Tuesday Movember 10 Blogaroo
The good news is that tonight's ginger beer (for blog power) has a fine carbonation coefficient... the bad news is that i have to go and pick up some bedding, write a few letters, and create a new "Band Bio" for the next waste of time effort and money under the guise of "music career". Well on that grand old positive note lets begin.
Last week's supper show was King Hell... it was a Jose Mouthason, and Camille Dangworth show (I will now refer to them as that for the next year as i was addressed again as "super RobINson"). They even did the "thanks for coming to the super Robinson supper show" which of course had me under the Robinson curse. Growing up as a Toronto Maple Leafs fan Larry Robinson was an archenemy... great player for sure, just the wrong team...
None the Less it was Jose's birthday and there was a great crew present (standing room only). I had come down with 5 guys who are all fathers of children in our neighbourhood... there has been talk over the last few years about a crew of people going on a "Man's" night out and Briac called it and it happened. When you have a bunch of kids making a 7:30 show takes a fair amount of co-ordination, unless your name is Super Robertson... more on that later.
I took a few panic calls from a few of the guys @ around 6:45 PM... their wives weren't home yet... they might be late! I calmly explained that this is the first part of the SRSS experience, i like to call the 6:45 panic... The pressure isn't as bad when you don't have to play and introduce yourself to a guest that you may have never met before 5 minutes before showtime. By around 7 we were all at my house... that happens to be the closest house to the SKYTRAIN, so we went Downtown. I had wisely called ahead to get a few prime tables reserved and we arrived just before showtime, got supper, beers and the show started.
Jose and Cammille played great and they had Shawn Killaly on drums, we sang happy birthday to Jose... (anybody know how to put an accent over an o with a keyboard?)
and then i got called as a guest... it was a plant, i knew i was going to play... once i had the guys lined up and we had the night i made a call and used my SRSS clout to play 2 songs. But the night was full and there were many things to be done and i could see what would happen if the first guest of the evening played 2 songs... then every guest would want to play 2 songs... the show would never end, and even though i knew that Jeff Younger was playing later (meaning friendly crew who won't flip out if we went past 8:30 and cut into their sound check time) you could feel that the show would be better if we kept it moving... more on this later.
Jesus that's two strings i have to tie yet... and the bedding was not worth taking... luckily CT was there to decline or i would still be driving around town looking for a spot to dump some garbage mattresses (I wouldn't actually do that, but i do know the spot where most assholes dump mattresses in this neighbourhood).
I played the song "famous Person" and explained to Jose what i was "going to do" for his birthday until i found out how expensive a dildo actually is.... it was comedy people!
Other guests included a guy by the name of Ian who had a cool song about some cliffs that had a nameplate on a highway, and Caleb Stull who is always excellent.
After the show, me and the V5T crew were discussing life, and it was around the time i had suckered Annette into coming over to my house the next evening to sit in the house while the kids slept and i was playing hockey, and Mike noted my dedication to playing hockey when Briac had a theory. This theory of course is the first string to tie... background... among the fathers that came to the SRSS that evening I am the only full time stay at home dad... also the only one with 3 kids 2 being twins... however the theory goes like this. For the other guys to get out they have to take out a "line of credit" with their partners... by going out tonight they are going into debt, where as Me (old SR) who is home caring for the kids all day i am just spending credits accumulated over time. I guess i can drink to that, but then again it seems like i can drink to anything these days.
Later when i was talking to Mule Hughes, around the time i learned the origin of the name Mule... which came from Isac Asimov, which of course reminded me of one of my favourite "my dad" stories that happened years ago... the punchline being my dad saying "the problem with this game is that this Isac Asmiov is such a complete friggin arse hole"... It had to do with a trick question on an Isac Asimov trivia game. Holey shit its 10:34... GOOD GINGER BEER FOR SURE... sorry about the caps lock. So later when i was talking to Mule Hughes about life and music and aspirations and songwriting and perceptions Cammile came over and mule Submarined me (what comes around goes around) by telling Cammille how i got stiffed only playing one song... and of course Cammile was ready to let me play 2 songs so his eyes bugged out of his head ant there was some explaining to do. In fairness i was just bitching to the Mule, or wondering for that matter as we looked at some posters why I never get invited to play any shows? My point was that it is because i suck... Mule took the high road and tried to build some case wherein people view me as a KINGPIN and not somebody in need of playing outside his kingdom. Then i was remembered i was a guest tonight so all you have to do is set up a show play it for 5 years farm it out to somebody and then you can be a guest... to play a song. Which of course is what Mule revealed to Cammile which sparked a Nobody every wants me wa wa debate between Cammile and myself...It's all good we were just fucking around, because the point we really believe in is NOBODY SHOULD HELP YOU... you should do what you do because you want to do it... not because it might (on the thinnest of thread chances get you somewhere). After all setting up a show is a pain in the ass, why should somebody do it for you? seriously.
you ever written in a blog and had the urge to just delete everything and just go to sleep.. that's where i'm at now. All in all last week was a great time, killer show, full house , cake, great people... hats off to Jose and Cammile.
Tomorrow we have "DeNiro + Hixon = ALLIES
Live computer music never sounded so bold, as Jake "Chemistry Major" DeNiro of UBC and Chris "Steve Biloba" Hixon of BTD battle it out for the hearts and minds of Supper Show attendees. Expect swirling ambient soundscapes, glitchy crackling chirps, throbbing beats and dramatic visuals.
DeNiro has played before and was most excellent... The computers are going to play back up for 21 tandem repeats who will open the show with a short set
Last week's supper show was King Hell... it was a Jose Mouthason, and Camille Dangworth show (I will now refer to them as that for the next year as i was addressed again as "super RobINson"). They even did the "thanks for coming to the super Robinson supper show" which of course had me under the Robinson curse. Growing up as a Toronto Maple Leafs fan Larry Robinson was an archenemy... great player for sure, just the wrong team...
None the Less it was Jose's birthday and there was a great crew present (standing room only). I had come down with 5 guys who are all fathers of children in our neighbourhood... there has been talk over the last few years about a crew of people going on a "Man's" night out and Briac called it and it happened. When you have a bunch of kids making a 7:30 show takes a fair amount of co-ordination, unless your name is Super Robertson... more on that later.
I took a few panic calls from a few of the guys @ around 6:45 PM... their wives weren't home yet... they might be late! I calmly explained that this is the first part of the SRSS experience, i like to call the 6:45 panic... The pressure isn't as bad when you don't have to play and introduce yourself to a guest that you may have never met before 5 minutes before showtime. By around 7 we were all at my house... that happens to be the closest house to the SKYTRAIN, so we went Downtown. I had wisely called ahead to get a few prime tables reserved and we arrived just before showtime, got supper, beers and the show started.
Jose and Cammille played great and they had Shawn Killaly on drums, we sang happy birthday to Jose... (anybody know how to put an accent over an o with a keyboard?)
and then i got called as a guest... it was a plant, i knew i was going to play... once i had the guys lined up and we had the night i made a call and used my SRSS clout to play 2 songs. But the night was full and there were many things to be done and i could see what would happen if the first guest of the evening played 2 songs... then every guest would want to play 2 songs... the show would never end, and even though i knew that Jeff Younger was playing later (meaning friendly crew who won't flip out if we went past 8:30 and cut into their sound check time) you could feel that the show would be better if we kept it moving... more on this later.
Jesus that's two strings i have to tie yet... and the bedding was not worth taking... luckily CT was there to decline or i would still be driving around town looking for a spot to dump some garbage mattresses (I wouldn't actually do that, but i do know the spot where most assholes dump mattresses in this neighbourhood).
I played the song "famous Person" and explained to Jose what i was "going to do" for his birthday until i found out how expensive a dildo actually is.... it was comedy people!
Other guests included a guy by the name of Ian who had a cool song about some cliffs that had a nameplate on a highway, and Caleb Stull who is always excellent.
After the show, me and the V5T crew were discussing life, and it was around the time i had suckered Annette into coming over to my house the next evening to sit in the house while the kids slept and i was playing hockey, and Mike noted my dedication to playing hockey when Briac had a theory. This theory of course is the first string to tie... background... among the fathers that came to the SRSS that evening I am the only full time stay at home dad... also the only one with 3 kids 2 being twins... however the theory goes like this. For the other guys to get out they have to take out a "line of credit" with their partners... by going out tonight they are going into debt, where as Me (old SR) who is home caring for the kids all day i am just spending credits accumulated over time. I guess i can drink to that, but then again it seems like i can drink to anything these days.
Later when i was talking to Mule Hughes, around the time i learned the origin of the name Mule... which came from Isac Asimov, which of course reminded me of one of my favourite "my dad" stories that happened years ago... the punchline being my dad saying "the problem with this game is that this Isac Asmiov is such a complete friggin arse hole"... It had to do with a trick question on an Isac Asimov trivia game. Holey shit its 10:34... GOOD GINGER BEER FOR SURE... sorry about the caps lock. So later when i was talking to Mule Hughes about life and music and aspirations and songwriting and perceptions Cammile came over and mule Submarined me (what comes around goes around) by telling Cammille how i got stiffed only playing one song... and of course Cammile was ready to let me play 2 songs so his eyes bugged out of his head ant there was some explaining to do. In fairness i was just bitching to the Mule, or wondering for that matter as we looked at some posters why I never get invited to play any shows? My point was that it is because i suck... Mule took the high road and tried to build some case wherein people view me as a KINGPIN and not somebody in need of playing outside his kingdom. Then i was remembered i was a guest tonight so all you have to do is set up a show play it for 5 years farm it out to somebody and then you can be a guest... to play a song. Which of course is what Mule revealed to Cammile which sparked a Nobody every wants me wa wa debate between Cammile and myself...It's all good we were just fucking around, because the point we really believe in is NOBODY SHOULD HELP YOU... you should do what you do because you want to do it... not because it might (on the thinnest of thread chances get you somewhere). After all setting up a show is a pain in the ass, why should somebody do it for you? seriously.
you ever written in a blog and had the urge to just delete everything and just go to sleep.. that's where i'm at now. All in all last week was a great time, killer show, full house , cake, great people... hats off to Jose and Cammile.
Tomorrow we have "DeNiro + Hixon = ALLIES
Live computer music never sounded so bold, as Jake "Chemistry Major" DeNiro of UBC and Chris "Steve Biloba" Hixon of BTD battle it out for the hearts and minds of Supper Show attendees. Expect swirling ambient soundscapes, glitchy crackling chirps, throbbing beats and dramatic visuals.
DeNiro has played before and was most excellent... The computers are going to play back up for 21 tandem repeats who will open the show with a short set
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Movember
Well last week i had the opportunity to share the stage with 2 beautiful women, Genny Trigo and Jacqui Brown... it was a low key song orientated show with a generous crowd... the bands after had enough equipment to sink a small ocean liner so we dialed it down a few minutes early and just enjoyed good company... I taped the show but i haven't looked at it yet... you know Halloween kids, hockey season, record company executive duties... yada yada.
Tomorrow (Movember 4) we have the Jesse Matheson Birthday show... word out on cake.
And the week after that (Movember 11) we have DeNiro + Hixon = ALLIES
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
October 21st re-cap
Gosh darn i was just going to post the video's and let them do the talking but i noticed that I have been upstaged by a wide screen video device and the screen is so wide that it cuts into the previous post portion of this here blog... and well of course we can't have that, so i guess we need some text to buy some space
As i was saying, it was a great show, the room was packed, there was participation, and suppers... what else do you need.
A Hockey game... there was that too: a Vancouver victory over the Chicago Black Hawks.
Next week Ganny Trigo and SR play songs... like this one
perhaps we have used enough space:
As i was saying, it was a great show, the room was packed, there was participation, and suppers... what else do you need.
A Hockey game... there was that too: a Vancouver victory over the Chicago Black Hawks.
Next week Ganny Trigo and SR play songs... like this one
perhaps we have used enough space:
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
what you are looking at is a chiral image of the Dick Cash show last week at the SRSS done by S. Robertson, King Dinosaur and Jake, which was half the crowd on this particular night, but as Super Steve said "i like these guys... not a crowd but they still played hard for the people who were there". It should be noted that the Bass player has been drawn 2x... call it an error.
There is a great lesson in crowd/ supper show ratio, which has a bunch of odd turns here and there but i don't really feel like going into it at this time, as there is beer to be brewed, bottles to be washed and babies to be hushed. Next thing you know it will be time for that supper show tomorrow.... the one that will have "Sean and John", a father and son duo and "The Legion of Flying Monkies Horn Orchestra".
Why do kids have to constantly scream? It's just really insane... do we need to hear this... wait a minute... MUSIC we need music... that will take care of that incessant wailing in the background... Music is important... never forget that... i almost tried to make the point that music is not important... foolish. Time for a Winston Churchill quote
Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm
– Sir Winston Churchill
well that's better
I was asked to play guitar for the horn band set but i suffered an undisclosed upper body injury, actually i have swine flu, or Rubella... i mean i need to film the show, yes that's it... it has to be captured by a professional and it's too late to call in somebody from Hollywood... the flights might not connect in time.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
October 7 Re-Cap
It was a Dillworth and Matheson show and i almost didn't go, but then i saw that the game was on on TSN... not that a Dillworth and Matheson show would not be great, and it was, it's just that i end up a little burned out from time to time. When i came in I saw Cam and we talked about such a thing... how everybody is getting older and they don't have the energy to get out, but then he noted that I get out more than most which is rather a victory being a man with 3 kids. indeed, super robertson or sucker robertson, or scene sucking robertson... it don't matter because the Canucks came to play putting on a 6-1 demolition over the Montreal Canadians... too bad King Dino wasn't there, no super steve either, just me drinking and watching hockey and hearing the SRSS. Well the first intermission came so i moved up to the show and caught some classic Cam and Jesse... the gag where Cam stands behind Jesse with his arms playing guitar whispering the lyrics into Jesse's ear for Jesse to sing... classic. Cam played a classic Cam song and they did Poop Machine, and Caleb Stull was called up for a song, which was excellent. I slipped back to the game... my team was playing well which was a first for the season (one of my teams has yet to win a game as of this writing). It was around the time that Henrik scored a nice backhand goal top shelf where mommy hides the cookies that i heard in the distance that Cam and Jesse were trying to call me up to the stage to play a song... in one way i would have liked to play "nothing was heard" with Shawn Killaly on drums and Cam and Jesse harmonizing on the chorus, now that the words are done... but in another way i didn't want to jinx the energy of the universe and fowl up the first "feel good" game of the year... so i pretended i didn't hear them. Imagine that guys on stage saying things and people not listening... silly.
tomorrow catch DICK CASH at the Super Robertson Supper Show
tomorrow catch DICK CASH at the Super Robertson Supper Show
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
I have been trying to set up a new website, but it's odd... i just don't get it. No matter what happens i can't get it to work... it's this weird energy i have with computers... there is always some problem, no matter how simple the procedure has been said to be, and some step that if you follow word for word in the instructions has a bunch of different and alarmingly new titles... and then there is odd compatibilities with respect to operating system versions. At one point today i was almost in tears over the pure insanity that i had spent 9 hours trying to set up a domain name with a server with the ability to update the site, which i still can't do. It's safe to say that i don't get it and i never will for some reason.
Last weeks supper show went well... a good crew came out with the lure of cake, Pockets and Fire-Man came correct and helped create a fine supper show
words from a swine Flu survivor
Robertson theater... excellent horn Fire-Man
Shawn Killaly phoned me today and apparently he will be playing drums at the SRSS tomorrow with Cam and Jesse.
Last weeks supper show went well... a good crew came out with the lure of cake, Pockets and Fire-Man came correct and helped create a fine supper show
words from a swine Flu survivor
Robertson theater... excellent horn Fire-Man
Shawn Killaly phoned me today and apparently he will be playing drums at the SRSS tomorrow with Cam and Jesse.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
pre supper show update
never really thought of attacking the blog this way
but more importantly
NOTE to SELF
remind Fire-Man that he is NEVER to play horn if a guitar or bass are being played at a supper show... exception permitted and encouraged when the LFM are booked to play.
and on the positive side i have "written" the horn into the "robertson theater" portion of the evening, which i believe might provide the opportunity for the horn to shine.
OK
but more importantly
NOTE to SELF
remind Fire-Man that he is NEVER to play horn if a guitar or bass are being played at a supper show... exception permitted and encouraged when the LFM are booked to play.
and on the positive side i have "written" the horn into the "robertson theater" portion of the evening, which i believe might provide the opportunity for the horn to shine.
OK
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
September 23 re-cap
On September 23 the SRSS was graced with the presence of The Land of Deborah. To her left, in his old spot, was King Willingdon Black. King Willingdon Black, who seems to be trying to get away from the name "Willingdon Black" for some odd reason, was doing his thing and sounding stellar as per usual... except of course usual can become unusual with time. I had a lot of people ask me why Willingdon Black doesn't play with 21 Tandem repeats anymore, to which of course i reply "there is a band called 21 Tandem Repeats that plays". Perhaps it's time for a new SRSS poster or something like that... but did anybody ever pay attention to a poster anyway?
For the record 21TR did play a gig a few months back but it was kind of last minute and required the 11th hour hiring of an unknown yet excellent drummer... not the ideal situation for a proper reunion.
speaking of proper reunions we did spank a version of "Blue skies" with LOD and JL "big dinner" S at the end of the night. In the end i'm sure that if Willingdon Black is concerned about anything it is that his name has been mentioned 5 times in 3 paragraphs.
It's almost like the original SR chronicles from the old Roadbed site... Ahh the good old days where boys would be boys and men would be men and it can get harder to describe when you don't really have it... like another broken soul who never made it to the end of the Road bed time in the city of fallen heroes... whoa getting way to far into the inside jokes here on this blog that apparently is to serve some other communal purpose.
Tomorrow September 30 there will be cake... and some non musical Robertson theater, and a spoken word piece by pockets on her survival of SWINE FLU... plus more great things...
For the record 21TR did play a gig a few months back but it was kind of last minute and required the 11th hour hiring of an unknown yet excellent drummer... not the ideal situation for a proper reunion.
speaking of proper reunions we did spank a version of "Blue skies" with LOD and JL "big dinner" S at the end of the night. In the end i'm sure that if Willingdon Black is concerned about anything it is that his name has been mentioned 5 times in 3 paragraphs.
It's almost like the original SR chronicles from the old Roadbed site... Ahh the good old days where boys would be boys and men would be men and it can get harder to describe when you don't really have it... like another broken soul who never made it to the end of the Road bed time in the city of fallen heroes... whoa getting way to far into the inside jokes here on this blog that apparently is to serve some other communal purpose.
Tomorrow September 30 there will be cake... and some non musical Robertson theater, and a spoken word piece by pockets on her survival of SWINE FLU... plus more great things...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
hot damn i sent out the email before the blog was written
all right the question is.. what key piece of information was wrong with the email that was sent out to The SRSS faithful. The answer would be the day... there is no September 21 2009... but there is an October 21 2009, so if one were to check on their handy desktop calendar with the magic click of a Mouse, and one forgot to make sure the Month was dialed in correctly, one could then resemble a small hoarse. i go back to Mr. Helkima's grade 7 class... he would say "when you assume things you become an..." and then he would underline the first three letters of the word in question.
I'm not really a re-send email kind of guy, and i assume that anyone unfortunate enough to get a weekly email about the same fucking show for 4 years and counting can either figure it out or ignore as per usual. But if perhaps somebody read that and in their despair invented a time machine that goes to a parallel universe and ends up seeing the show that was accidentally listed, please send in a review for the blog... i would be interested to see how the SR songbook holds up in another dimension...
Ok, where were we
last week it was the stalwart JLS and myself... remembering when i first met JLS all those years ago... it was through this girl Catherine... JLS was on a grassy Knol, i believe plucking a banjo. Probably like 15 years ago. But last week we were on stage at the Railway, a once untouchable venue, all alone with a drum kit a guitar and amp and a few Boss pedals... Going over the tape, we did pretty good when you consider all the variables... the idea being that the leader should consider the variables before he begins his experiments, is what you are all thinking I am sure... but have no fear we have everything under control around here... what that show was all about was a method we call di-shifter reverbulance.
Di-Shifter reverbulance of course is where the artist uses 4 of the 7 main shockras to stimulate inner spiritual growth with special focus on the di-cogulant Alfrezzo clause.
It's kind of like simple physics... poke the beast and it shall bleed, and with thy blood nurture thy bless id child.
and on Wednesday September 23 we have The Land of Deborah
I'm not really a re-send email kind of guy, and i assume that anyone unfortunate enough to get a weekly email about the same fucking show for 4 years and counting can either figure it out or ignore as per usual. But if perhaps somebody read that and in their despair invented a time machine that goes to a parallel universe and ends up seeing the show that was accidentally listed, please send in a review for the blog... i would be interested to see how the SR songbook holds up in another dimension...
Ok, where were we
last week it was the stalwart JLS and myself... remembering when i first met JLS all those years ago... it was through this girl Catherine... JLS was on a grassy Knol, i believe plucking a banjo. Probably like 15 years ago. But last week we were on stage at the Railway, a once untouchable venue, all alone with a drum kit a guitar and amp and a few Boss pedals... Going over the tape, we did pretty good when you consider all the variables... the idea being that the leader should consider the variables before he begins his experiments, is what you are all thinking I am sure... but have no fear we have everything under control around here... what that show was all about was a method we call di-shifter reverbulance.
Di-Shifter reverbulance of course is where the artist uses 4 of the 7 main shockras to stimulate inner spiritual growth with special focus on the di-cogulant Alfrezzo clause.
It's kind of like simple physics... poke the beast and it shall bleed, and with thy blood nurture thy bless id child.
and on Wednesday September 23 we have The Land of Deborah
Monday, September 14, 2009
Clive is King
And then the was the Super Robertson Supper show, with ace axeman Jeff Younger, Dr. Kristian Naso and JLS the destroyer.
It was like Jazz night at the SRSS early in the evening:
and then rock night
and the Hey Rock Night
and then it was Hammer time... lets just say i was standing outside Gigi's pizza @ 1:30 am trying to rally a crew when i should have been in bed... no worries we found pizza on commercial but i really could have used a bit of the old Sim Special sauce, at that moment in time... a smart Canadian man wouldn't have accepted staying on the street at that moment after all we went through.
It was like Jazz night at the SRSS early in the evening:
and then rock night
and the Hey Rock Night
and then it was Hammer time... lets just say i was standing outside Gigi's pizza @ 1:30 am trying to rally a crew when i should have been in bed... no worries we found pizza on commercial but i really could have used a bit of the old Sim Special sauce, at that moment in time... a smart Canadian man wouldn't have accepted staying on the street at that moment after all we went through.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Last week at the SRSS... AKA the "Diner" show as Cam and Jesse call it, a fine show was had for an eager group of listeners. There were the usual "poop" jokes, and Jesse even read a book on the subject, a children's book about a mole who takes a poo on the head and sets out on a journey to find out who did "that" to his head.
It's an actual book here
Cam and Jesse never fail.
Next week, or tomorrow for that matter we have vancouver's ace axeman Jeff Younger, to stomp down some stuff, as well as goat robertson.
It's an actual book here
Cam and Jesse never fail.
Next week, or tomorrow for that matter we have vancouver's ace axeman Jeff Younger, to stomp down some stuff, as well as goat robertson.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Prog Overthrow! @ the August 26 Supper Show
Tonight, hunkered down in Super Robertson’s crawlspace (rented to me as a so-called basement suite and already harbouring an ex-contestant from Megan Wants a Millionaire), I managed to capture the elusive “blogaroo.” Once freed from the leg-hold trap, it jumped on my lap, licked my elbows, passed wind, then sounded its familiar “spittle trumpet” as two lightly-furred tentacles slid from its pouch, encircled my index fingers and guided me in tapping out the following:
With famous person SR paying respects at the G Force memorial, it was left to The Gentle Infidels to entertain the Supper Show crowd, which included David Bash, from the International Pop Overthrow, Land of Deborah, and members of South Burnaby heavies Tarkake. It had been a long layoff for TGI, but the trio delivered a set of not-so-gentle folk rock that was pure sonic splendour in the grass. I’d forgotten what ace clinicians the trio are: Cellist Chris Rzepa, Ferdy Belland on bass (the fretless acoustic kind), and Ed Bond on guitars of his own making. No messing around, this band play some heavy shit and are an easy recommendation if you crave the “underground” sounds from the Woodstock-to-Watergate era; i.e., when shit was heavy. They’re never ones to miss a teaching moment either; we learned from the stage that beer can stave off osteoporosis and that the Railway should host an International Prog Overthrow featuring Pentangle, The Incredible String Band, Fairport Convention, Comus (my pick), Camel and Caravan (David’s picks). I think The Gentle Infidels should get on that lineup too.
It all went down a treat with a couple “pints” of Crannog stout.
Love,
The Mule
With famous person SR paying respects at the G Force memorial, it was left to The Gentle Infidels to entertain the Supper Show crowd, which included David Bash, from the International Pop Overthrow, Land of Deborah, and members of South Burnaby heavies Tarkake. It had been a long layoff for TGI, but the trio delivered a set of not-so-gentle folk rock that was pure sonic splendour in the grass. I’d forgotten what ace clinicians the trio are: Cellist Chris Rzepa, Ferdy Belland on bass (the fretless acoustic kind), and Ed Bond on guitars of his own making. No messing around, this band play some heavy shit and are an easy recommendation if you crave the “underground” sounds from the Woodstock-to-Watergate era; i.e., when shit was heavy. They’re never ones to miss a teaching moment either; we learned from the stage that beer can stave off osteoporosis and that the Railway should host an International Prog Overthrow featuring Pentangle, The Incredible String Band, Fairport Convention, Comus (my pick), Camel and Caravan (David’s picks). I think The Gentle Infidels should get on that lineup too.
It all went down a treat with a couple “pints” of Crannog stout.
Love,
The Mule
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Aug 26 2009
Last week Jacqui Brown and her band put on a strong clinic, and Super R held his own for a few tunes.
The Gentle Infidels are playing the SRSS on August 26th 2009:
I guess this is from June 25 2008... good thing i recorded it, saves me having to describe it. If i were to venture into that territory i would call it "One king hell trio", but as we recall I'm no reviewer but rather something else all together.
I, Super Robertson will have to miss this Supper Show as August 26th was the date chosen to gather to celebrate the life of a very good friend of mine by the name of Gareth Evans, who lost a valiant battle with cancer earlier this year. It will be a night of perspective for myself... a chance to gather and remember that guy who use to scramble up mountains ahead of me all the while kicking down mini avalanches of boulders and when pressed on his climbing technique he would just turn around and say " you should probably not climb right behind me, because that's going to happen".
I'll remember the time one of our friends fell down a glacier and Gareth cheered him on... "whoo hoo all right he's finally getting into it" he yelled until the victim tumbled past us and towards a large cliff. Or the time he hiked the West Coast Trail on a sprained ankle, and refused to complain, and the artwork (that never made it) for the original ROADBED Represented CD... it would sound very childish to try to explain it, but it was really funny... really. Come to think of it, on that CD the song "chimp" and the song "Banana" got their titles from the 11th hour beer infused graphic design session.
Gareth rallied me for art sessions, hackey sac and the dreaded but loved "mid week hammer time". He once defined himself as a "recreator", his friends called him a monkey climber and fighter, a political debater and George Bush hater... any sport where you could get injured flying through the air he did it. If a drawing took a few million dots placed precisely with a fine point pen, he did it. When he got his teeth into something then look out, stuff was going to happen. Of course there is so much more...
Back in the days when he and i camped a lot some times i would have a lot on my plate and thought i didn't "need" to go camping, Gareth would have none of that, so we would go, and then at night, when our tents sat among the stars and we pulled another cold beer from the glacier, i would get the inevitable "so imagine if you weren't here right now, wouldn't that be ridiculous"... yes it would.
I guess in death we have the opportunity to remember the positive spirit of the deceased, and we can choose to carry those traits in an effort to further enrich our lives and the lives of those who we associate with.
Cheers to you Gareth
The Gentle Infidels are playing the SRSS on August 26th 2009:
I guess this is from June 25 2008... good thing i recorded it, saves me having to describe it. If i were to venture into that territory i would call it "One king hell trio", but as we recall I'm no reviewer but rather something else all together.
I, Super Robertson will have to miss this Supper Show as August 26th was the date chosen to gather to celebrate the life of a very good friend of mine by the name of Gareth Evans, who lost a valiant battle with cancer earlier this year. It will be a night of perspective for myself... a chance to gather and remember that guy who use to scramble up mountains ahead of me all the while kicking down mini avalanches of boulders and when pressed on his climbing technique he would just turn around and say " you should probably not climb right behind me, because that's going to happen".
I'll remember the time one of our friends fell down a glacier and Gareth cheered him on... "whoo hoo all right he's finally getting into it" he yelled until the victim tumbled past us and towards a large cliff. Or the time he hiked the West Coast Trail on a sprained ankle, and refused to complain, and the artwork (that never made it) for the original ROADBED Represented CD... it would sound very childish to try to explain it, but it was really funny... really. Come to think of it, on that CD the song "chimp" and the song "Banana" got their titles from the 11th hour beer infused graphic design session.
Gareth rallied me for art sessions, hackey sac and the dreaded but loved "mid week hammer time". He once defined himself as a "recreator", his friends called him a monkey climber and fighter, a political debater and George Bush hater... any sport where you could get injured flying through the air he did it. If a drawing took a few million dots placed precisely with a fine point pen, he did it. When he got his teeth into something then look out, stuff was going to happen. Of course there is so much more...
Back in the days when he and i camped a lot some times i would have a lot on my plate and thought i didn't "need" to go camping, Gareth would have none of that, so we would go, and then at night, when our tents sat among the stars and we pulled another cold beer from the glacier, i would get the inevitable "so imagine if you weren't here right now, wouldn't that be ridiculous"... yes it would.
I guess in death we have the opportunity to remember the positive spirit of the deceased, and we can choose to carry those traits in an effort to further enrich our lives and the lives of those who we associate with.
Cheers to you Gareth
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
time to man it up as a lesser sissy might go to bed about now
Super Robertson went and stomped down a solo set last week that was a fair clinic in it's own right... he was in Ontario for the past few weeks reminding himself why he lives far away from his relatives and the strip mall syndrome that defines certain parts of Ontario. So for the past little while King Dinosaur, the Vacant Stairs, and Cam and Jesse have held down the fort that is the Super Robertson Supper Show proper.
Tomorrow we have the lovely and talented Jacqui Brown, for her third time back at the Supper Show. She is one you don't want to miss. Super R will be there to experiment with some new songs as well.
so what happened in toronto?
21tr and Great Aunt Ida do the song "Bent"
Tomorrow we have the lovely and talented Jacqui Brown, for her third time back at the Supper Show. She is one you don't want to miss. Super R will be there to experiment with some new songs as well.
so what happened in toronto?
21tr and Great Aunt Ida do the song "Bent"
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Just wasted the night fucking around with a computer
It's fair to say that i don't "get" computers... there always seems to be some asshole obvious step that misses me, so instead of playing a good old violent game of hockey i go into a nice silent rage trying to do something that should take, or i have heard takes, a few minutes and is dead simple.
That's why we natural luddites like guitars. What's in your hands is what it is, sink or swim on the dexterity of your fingers and the sense of your rhythm, and of course the strength of your song. I play an e chord and it makes the sound of an e chord... i punch in stmp.telus.net and i get a fucking god damn window explaining that some asshole server is not responding.
where was i... Oh yea this is the Supper Show Blog... I'm here to yap on with some "smiley faced PR" about how good last week was and that a guy called Phoenix Magnolia is coming down tomorrow to stomp some percussive guitar work. what i do know about last week was that it was about 1:30 AM when i ping ponged up the stairs to my house... let's just say we got on a roll.
here is the show:
write your own review you cheese eating surrender monkeys
That's why we natural luddites like guitars. What's in your hands is what it is, sink or swim on the dexterity of your fingers and the sense of your rhythm, and of course the strength of your song. I play an e chord and it makes the sound of an e chord... i punch in stmp.telus.net and i get a fucking god damn window explaining that some asshole server is not responding.
where was i... Oh yea this is the Supper Show Blog... I'm here to yap on with some "smiley faced PR" about how good last week was and that a guy called Phoenix Magnolia is coming down tomorrow to stomp some percussive guitar work. what i do know about last week was that it was about 1:30 AM when i ping ponged up the stairs to my house... let's just say we got on a roll.
here is the show:
write your own review you cheese eating surrender monkeys
Monday, July 06, 2009
Canada Day
Of course there was a very sparse crowd at the Railway Club for the Canada Day Supper Show... what with all of the other free events outside on a beautiful day... but that didn't stop Cameron Dillworth, Super Robertson, Gido, Simian Special and Shockk from playing some music to the room. It was good times and i found a pill on the stage and tried to get C.S. Rippin to gulp it back but he wanted no part of that for some reason.
On Wednesday July 8 2009 the Super Robertson Supper show will present Genny Trigo doing some Spanish songs and some of the latest 21 tandem Repeats songs sung by Genny Trigo.
On Wednesday July 8 2009 the Super Robertson Supper show will present Genny Trigo doing some Spanish songs and some of the latest 21 tandem Repeats songs sung by Genny Trigo.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
July is on us like a badman
Man, Wednesday morning 1:16 AM and the supper show blog has yet to be updated... This is pure commitment folks. Sure it seems like slackassery from one side of the book, or maybe it doesn't for i have never looked at the book from that angle. Why bother, you should only ever look ahead, but as you do of course, carry with you the wisdom of all of your failed ventures.
Well now that we are all on a positive note, i guess we should get down to business so i can begin to properly analyse some Internet pornography... that's a joke you crude bastard readers of the SRSS blog.
The legion of Flying Monkey's Horn Orchestra put on a fine show... I really wish i had taped a version of the "means of production garden son, "He has come to save us all" and the "three part tune in honour of the 2010 Olympic celebrations". The band was top notch, and Fire-Man stayed off the horn for a while, which is always a welcome event. i mean that more as a compliment to his song writing abilities and less as a slight to his atonal wailing. They put on a good show for sure... I was going to film it and like work the camera but then the needed my guitar (and put it to good use) and i was thinking of going to the colbalt later so i wanted to scale down on my possessions for the night.
On Canada Day, or Cannabis day as it has been come to be known, by some.. have you ever met Captain Cannabis? King hell guy i say. Anyway today is Canada day and as far as i know there is a SR Supper Show, and it's going to be Cameron Dilworth and Super Robertson, and a drummer and perhaps a Congo player... I smell a good time show later today... so little time so much to drink.
OK Happy Cannabis day, i mean Canada day.
Well now that we are all on a positive note, i guess we should get down to business so i can begin to properly analyse some Internet pornography... that's a joke you crude bastard readers of the SRSS blog.
The legion of Flying Monkey's Horn Orchestra put on a fine show... I really wish i had taped a version of the "means of production garden son, "He has come to save us all" and the "three part tune in honour of the 2010 Olympic celebrations". The band was top notch, and Fire-Man stayed off the horn for a while, which is always a welcome event. i mean that more as a compliment to his song writing abilities and less as a slight to his atonal wailing. They put on a good show for sure... I was going to film it and like work the camera but then the needed my guitar (and put it to good use) and i was thinking of going to the colbalt later so i wanted to scale down on my possessions for the night.
On Canada Day, or Cannabis day as it has been come to be known, by some.. have you ever met Captain Cannabis? King hell guy i say. Anyway today is Canada day and as far as i know there is a SR Supper Show, and it's going to be Cameron Dilworth and Super Robertson, and a drummer and perhaps a Congo player... I smell a good time show later today... so little time so much to drink.
OK Happy Cannabis day, i mean Canada day.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Hey Rock stands tall and the Legion of flying monkeys Horn Orchestra is on deck
Last weeks SR Supper Show was a dandy for sure, I'd give the Gold Medal to Simian Special who put on one king hell drumming clinic, not that his rhythm partners Vic and Smash were eating parsnips behind the barn if you know what i mean... what the hell does that mean?
Perhaps we all should have formed a band years ago when there was still some time on the clock... none the less i didn't know what i needed to know back then, but that's always the case.
One of the things i do know is to beware of the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra.. it is a CULT headed by an insane maniac that seems to be picking up steam like a snowball going down the south side of a mountain on a hot sunny day in March. I was thinking of coming to the show with something that could make a really bizarre noise and then leap up on stage and do it in the middle of their set... which of course is what they would want, like a fly in the spider web you become one in the belly of the arachnoid.
So tomorrow we have the legion of flying monkeys horn orchestra at the Super Robertson Supper Show.
photo by Peter Lolley
Perhaps we all should have formed a band years ago when there was still some time on the clock... none the less i didn't know what i needed to know back then, but that's always the case.
One of the things i do know is to beware of the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra.. it is a CULT headed by an insane maniac that seems to be picking up steam like a snowball going down the south side of a mountain on a hot sunny day in March. I was thinking of coming to the show with something that could make a really bizarre noise and then leap up on stage and do it in the middle of their set... which of course is what they would want, like a fly in the spider web you become one in the belly of the arachnoid.
So tomorrow we have the legion of flying monkeys horn orchestra at the Super Robertson Supper Show.
photo by Peter Lolley
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Hey Rock... the legend is strong
Last week at the super Robertson Supper Show we had a doors cover band named "Soul Kitchen"and Super Robertson. They hit the song Peace Frog, which is what i was hoping for and a version of "love me two times" which got me thinking of rhythm ideas with respect to songwriting. There were 2 levels of keyboards with a thin board holding up a massive box of some sort of sound equipment. It was good times for sure. On the SR side, he played a few new numbers and was heckled by an old high school nemesis named Ed Henley... i guess in the grand scheme of things it was SR who was in fact the nemesis as he was reminded about the time he set of firecrackers in Ed's back pocket during a scavenger hunt. i wonder how many people are arrested and or killed at these scavenger hunts... like there is always a stop sign on the list and its worth a lot of points. That could be a real safety issue for any of you worry wart pencil neck's out there in blogland. the whole episode had some of the regular folks wondering how many people from SR's past are out there carrying scars from incessant SR harassment.
Speaking of Nemesis and people to harass, this week at the SR Supper Show we have the Hey Rock, or Ross Vegas aloha sucker show. Last night i get this bizarre email from this dude named "Tim" about some show at the railway.
What i know is that Hey Rock is playing the Super Robertson Supper Show on Wednesday June 17th.
Hey Rock... the legend:
Hey Rock blows into Vancouver and tries to hook up with the music scene. Little does he know that there is no music scene, but it doesn't stop him because he still has hope and a good hip. Hey Rock meets the members of the classic band ROADBED who go on to produce his band's first release. Done of a 4-track the group has a knack for sweet little pop tunes sung with great harmonies... The Roadbed crew dubbed them "Champ and the Harmony Brothers" and prepared for their debut release, but no can do, the band recoiled at the thought of not being taken VERY SERIOUSLY, so they changed their name to Rubicon (n. A limit that when passed or exceeded permits of no return and typically results in irrevocable commitment.)... OK Guy!
In some ways that's what a music scene will do to a band, make them worry about things that are not important. I don't think the Barenaked Ladies ever worried about being taken seriously, but I'm pretty sure all of us fools in scene sucking bands would do anything for success on the level that the Ladies achieved.
Rubicon released a solid sounding CD under the hands of JLS and rode the ROADBED tails for a few years, and then Hey Rock struck off on his own forming a band called Ross Vegas who released a CD titled "Flow". Hey Rock is one hell of a singer and he is moving back to the his home town of Rossland B.C.
I know I'll miss Hey Rock, but those days were done when we all made the fool decision to have kids... so it's really every man for himself, just like it always was and always will be, but when you are young you tend to believe in things that might make sense in a movie.
Have no fear... from what i understand the band Ross Vegas will carry on with a "new" Hey Rock at the helm as a matter of principle, and of course Hey Rock has been immortalized in a few Roadbed songs the most obvious being "Hey Rock took the bait", a song which i might mention has since been covered by another fantastic Vancouver band named Simian Special.
Fucking hell... it feels like i'm writing a damn biography of Hey Rock and i haven't even got to the part where Super Robertson and Shockk spent a few good years of their lives putting Hey Rock on Swirly alert. Of course a Swirly is where you shove a person's head into the toilet and give it a flush... which is actually what the song "Hey Rock took the bait" was all about. Everything back in those days was about luring Hey Rock close to a toilet so we could pounce on his ass and go for a quick swirly, and if he wasn't such a strong person we would have had him. One time his head was inches from that tiolet water and we were on his head like a raccoon on a hound but he found the strength to lurch back at the moment of truth.
If there was only one more time where Hey Rock could wander into a washroom whistling a little tune and thinking about something else... then we could ambush his ass and dunk him for the swirly he deserves... hey wait a minute he will be at the Railway Club tomorrow... Hmmmm.
I miss those days.
Speaking of Nemesis and people to harass, this week at the SR Supper Show we have the Hey Rock, or Ross Vegas aloha sucker show. Last night i get this bizarre email from this dude named "Tim" about some show at the railway.
What i know is that Hey Rock is playing the Super Robertson Supper Show on Wednesday June 17th.
Hey Rock... the legend:
Hey Rock blows into Vancouver and tries to hook up with the music scene. Little does he know that there is no music scene, but it doesn't stop him because he still has hope and a good hip. Hey Rock meets the members of the classic band ROADBED who go on to produce his band's first release. Done of a 4-track the group has a knack for sweet little pop tunes sung with great harmonies... The Roadbed crew dubbed them "Champ and the Harmony Brothers" and prepared for their debut release, but no can do, the band recoiled at the thought of not being taken VERY SERIOUSLY, so they changed their name to Rubicon (n. A limit that when passed or exceeded permits of no return and typically results in irrevocable commitment.)... OK Guy!
In some ways that's what a music scene will do to a band, make them worry about things that are not important. I don't think the Barenaked Ladies ever worried about being taken seriously, but I'm pretty sure all of us fools in scene sucking bands would do anything for success on the level that the Ladies achieved.
Rubicon released a solid sounding CD under the hands of JLS and rode the ROADBED tails for a few years, and then Hey Rock struck off on his own forming a band called Ross Vegas who released a CD titled "Flow". Hey Rock is one hell of a singer and he is moving back to the his home town of Rossland B.C.
I know I'll miss Hey Rock, but those days were done when we all made the fool decision to have kids... so it's really every man for himself, just like it always was and always will be, but when you are young you tend to believe in things that might make sense in a movie.
Have no fear... from what i understand the band Ross Vegas will carry on with a "new" Hey Rock at the helm as a matter of principle, and of course Hey Rock has been immortalized in a few Roadbed songs the most obvious being "Hey Rock took the bait", a song which i might mention has since been covered by another fantastic Vancouver band named Simian Special.
Fucking hell... it feels like i'm writing a damn biography of Hey Rock and i haven't even got to the part where Super Robertson and Shockk spent a few good years of their lives putting Hey Rock on Swirly alert. Of course a Swirly is where you shove a person's head into the toilet and give it a flush... which is actually what the song "Hey Rock took the bait" was all about. Everything back in those days was about luring Hey Rock close to a toilet so we could pounce on his ass and go for a quick swirly, and if he wasn't such a strong person we would have had him. One time his head was inches from that tiolet water and we were on his head like a raccoon on a hound but he found the strength to lurch back at the moment of truth.
If there was only one more time where Hey Rock could wander into a washroom whistling a little tune and thinking about something else... then we could ambush his ass and dunk him for the swirly he deserves... hey wait a minute he will be at the Railway Club tomorrow... Hmmmm.
I miss those days.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
June is bike month don't you know.
Last weeks supper show was phenomenal... Jesse Matheson lit a batch of firecrackers and threw them down Cameron Dilworth's pants while a crack band of experts played "white Rabbit". Apparently it was a prepared gag as Cameron has a nickel plated groin guard pre cooled in liquid nitrogen. Unfortunately the fire trucks were called and pandemonium arose on Dunsmuir street, where veteran journalist Carl Fatman was stunned repeatedly with a Gripstone 4000 TM stun gun. Then Matheson set the bar doing 5 handstand push-ups as a challenge to any other lowly supper show hosts.
Tomorrow night we have the Music of The Doors.
Keeping to the spirit of Bike month there was good representation from the cyclist contingent as i counted 45 bike helmets in the joint.
Tomorrow night we have the Music of The Doors.
Keeping to the spirit of Bike month there was good representation from the cyclist contingent as i counted 45 bike helmets in the joint.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
If i had an iphone i could do this from the beach... technically anyway
God damn the weeks just fly by and the Supper Show continues to gain momentum. Oddly enough a few people came to the supper show and ordered the DeRailer... the burger we went on about last week... or i guess the week before... if i were a businessman i would see an opportunity... I don;t have time for opportunity... now what kind of a fool jackass would spout that kind of nonsense.
My good buddy Shawn Killaly the drummer is leaving to go live in Toronto... which will work out well when i play "Not my Dog" on July 28 and "Tranzac" on August 4th as part of the 21TR Tuesday night Toronto tour... but the Supper show has lost a most excellent drummer and person.
Last week Smash , Simian Special, Shawn and S Robertson put on a pretty fair supper show clinic. It was fun and good and as i am currently going over the video footage i can declare it a success.
For the month of June we have:
June 3- Cameron dillworth and Jesse Matheson
June 10- the music of "the Doors"
June17- the Hey Rock "so long sucker" goodbye party
June 24- The Legion of flying Monkies Horn Orchestra
Super Robertson who may make an appearance from time to time will focus on completing the new album in June.
My good buddy Shawn Killaly the drummer is leaving to go live in Toronto... which will work out well when i play "Not my Dog" on July 28 and "Tranzac" on August 4th as part of the 21TR Tuesday night Toronto tour... but the Supper show has lost a most excellent drummer and person.
Last week Smash , Simian Special, Shawn and S Robertson put on a pretty fair supper show clinic. It was fun and good and as i am currently going over the video footage i can declare it a success.
For the month of June we have:
June 3- Cameron dillworth and Jesse Matheson
June 10- the music of "the Doors"
June17- the Hey Rock "so long sucker" goodbye party
June 24- The Legion of flying Monkies Horn Orchestra
Super Robertson who may make an appearance from time to time will focus on completing the new album in June.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Another week another review... load up the toboggan and lets go for a ride
Last week my good buddy SMASH put together the SRSS... or at least brought out a few band's worth of fine musicians to jam it out. He even had the opening act (a woman named Sandra Bouza) who was set to come and jam with us afterward... on principle a perfect supper show. The only problem was the loud insane feedback that happened during her set... i think it was due to some soundman the night before who didn't know what he or she was doing and so a bunch of settings were tweaked in the wrong direction. That's just my guess... but in 4 years of the supper show that has never happened before... so i would assume that some band that thinks that they are about to make it big and wants to bring their pot smoking, beer swilling buddy with them as a sound man and he gets in there and starts tweaking knobs with no understanding of the consequence of each little tweak.
Actually come to think about it i do remember hearing that sound a long timer ago at the Purple Onion during a Groovie Gals set... and i remember how that happened.
Band becomes over conscious of their sound... asks freshly baked boyfriend to fix a problem with the bass... he goes over and starts tweaking knobs and then you hear that sound that makes everybody in the room uncomfortable... that guy doesn't touch soundboards anymore.
Where was i... Oh Yea Sandra finished her set and then a dozen or so of us took to the stage... we were going to start with an improvisation but i abandoned that plan as i was feeling a little rattled after the sound disaster... it probably took me back to that moment at the Purple Onion. The point was we needed to come out hard, so we did by pulling Simian Special out of the audience and doing a version of Bent... just sit on a groove and feel good for a while. Sim's inspiring vocals soothed us and then it was good times. We actually only played 3 songs but they became what one might describe as a "DOOM JAM" is that right? i have heard the term before (doom jam)... perhaps a doom jam is more minor and gloomy. Perhaps we should ask our good friend, and author of Difficult Music, Mule Hughes to define DOOM JAM.
I Taped the show but unfortunately i had it set up to film Sandra first and then after the feedback fiasco i never "zoomed out" to catch the full stage and all the players... which would have made for better documentation.
you can see Sandra, SR and Maia... also playing are Vic on congas, Smash on Bass, Jeffery on guitar, Blake on drums and Audrey on vocals... so there wasn't quite a dozen... my first ever blogging half truth.
this part of the jam is where we were promoting the Railway Club Kitchen... for some reason.
Next week we have Shawn Killaly in his farewell tour... did you know he his leaving to go and live in Toronto?
Actually come to think about it i do remember hearing that sound a long timer ago at the Purple Onion during a Groovie Gals set... and i remember how that happened.
Band becomes over conscious of their sound... asks freshly baked boyfriend to fix a problem with the bass... he goes over and starts tweaking knobs and then you hear that sound that makes everybody in the room uncomfortable... that guy doesn't touch soundboards anymore.
Where was i... Oh Yea Sandra finished her set and then a dozen or so of us took to the stage... we were going to start with an improvisation but i abandoned that plan as i was feeling a little rattled after the sound disaster... it probably took me back to that moment at the Purple Onion. The point was we needed to come out hard, so we did by pulling Simian Special out of the audience and doing a version of Bent... just sit on a groove and feel good for a while. Sim's inspiring vocals soothed us and then it was good times. We actually only played 3 songs but they became what one might describe as a "DOOM JAM" is that right? i have heard the term before (doom jam)... perhaps a doom jam is more minor and gloomy. Perhaps we should ask our good friend, and author of Difficult Music, Mule Hughes to define DOOM JAM.
I Taped the show but unfortunately i had it set up to film Sandra first and then after the feedback fiasco i never "zoomed out" to catch the full stage and all the players... which would have made for better documentation.
you can see Sandra, SR and Maia... also playing are Vic on congas, Smash on Bass, Jeffery on guitar, Blake on drums and Audrey on vocals... so there wasn't quite a dozen... my first ever blogging half truth.
this part of the jam is where we were promoting the Railway Club Kitchen... for some reason.
Next week we have Shawn Killaly in his farewell tour... did you know he his leaving to go and live in Toronto?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
May 13th 2009 re-cap
it's funny, here i am trying to think of what happened last week but all i feel is blogophobia... there were some interesting conversations last week after the SR Supper Show, and some of them ended with the idea that what gets written in a blog can affect the overall fundamental belief in the supper show among certain members of the team... or so the theory goes... which is all pure rubbish of course but alas i digress... i always try to get an "alas i regress" into the odd blogaroo, it's a good way to forget that kind of fool gibberish.
We had another full band scenario with King Karl on the skins, Smash Bass on the bass, Mean Maia on the keys and Syllable Sim on vocals. Then Gentle Genny Trigo came up to try to belt out a few numbers over some spanking drums and acoustic guitar while Jumpin' JLS worked the sound board.
for tomorrow (Wedneaday May 20)
We have Sandra Bouza for solo tunes & jamming. Very soulful singer & great freestyler. She's fresh from Toronto and had a band in Scotland.
We have Smash, Super R, Vik, and Maia.
On drums we have Blake Kirkwood of the band Eyeamu.
We had another full band scenario with King Karl on the skins, Smash Bass on the bass, Mean Maia on the keys and Syllable Sim on vocals. Then Gentle Genny Trigo came up to try to belt out a few numbers over some spanking drums and acoustic guitar while Jumpin' JLS worked the sound board.
for tomorrow (Wedneaday May 20)
We have Sandra Bouza for solo tunes & jamming. Very soulful singer & great freestyler. She's fresh from Toronto and had a band in Scotland.
We have Smash, Super R, Vik, and Maia.
On drums we have Blake Kirkwood of the band Eyeamu.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Last week
Jesse Matheson held the fort last week at the Supper Show... the band Vale was there to play a few numbers and another man and woman team who had superior harmonies. i sat with Nick and Deb and saluted Super Steve at the high point of the night.
Jesse did a great job involving folks and it was a fine show indeed... there was one moment where i was looking up thinking "look at Jesse there trying to keep the show going"... i think he was interviewing somebody after their set live in front of the audience. I knew what he was going through...
Tomorrow we have Genny Trigo and Super Robertson, with an outside chance that Julio Cerama (who delivered a package to me containing a "Crooner's resume") might come down to play some proper conga's. i guess we will see.
OK
Jesse did a great job involving folks and it was a fine show indeed... there was one moment where i was looking up thinking "look at Jesse there trying to keep the show going"... i think he was interviewing somebody after their set live in front of the audience. I knew what he was going through...
Tomorrow we have Genny Trigo and Super Robertson, with an outside chance that Julio Cerama (who delivered a package to me containing a "Crooner's resume") might come down to play some proper conga's. i guess we will see.
OK
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Monster Jam
It was Mule Hughes that called it after last weeks show... My work with fate, omens and good sense paid off in spades. I doubt many understand that last statement but it is all true... Not that you can go wrong with the people who came to play... but if i was aware that they would all bet there i perhaps would have lost my mind and tried to do something Grand, and hence foiled what did become grand.
Ok so i go to see ZOE Trio play at the Libra room on friday night, only they are not playing, but some blues band is playing so i head down to the Railway to catch some music and it turns out "the deep dark Woods" are playing, who are quite the band... and i run into a few people one of them being Ken Killbeat who introduces me to a CBC producer who just happened to be talking about the Super Robertson Supper Show on account that she took a phone call from somebody who saw the Radio Play last week and was raving about how good this new "Diner Theater" was... Now i agree completely and then start to panic about the next Super Robertson Supper Show... it HAS to be good... not just because somebody might come to check it out, but more for me... I have to answer the bell.
So i'm taking in the music and i happen to meet this guy Karl Jonasson who just moved from Saskatchewan like 4 days ago and he is a drummer... then the old Super Robertson Supper Show long ball scenario starts spinning in the brain. I say, i guess i should get a bass player... he said "yea you should"... so i found a bass player that came with a keyboard player (Smash and Maia) and emails started to happen... and then on Monday Shawn Killaly made contact saying he was ready to rock... and Shawn being a King Hell drummer really got things going. i couldn't possibly not have Shawn come because i met a guy in a bar who said he was going to come and play and had yet to contact me... even though i was sure he could play and was coming.
We decided on a few numbers and were going to do some improv, so come Wednesday we had 2 drummers, 2 bass players, 1 keyboard player, 3 singers and a guitar player. the only problem was that the snare and tom were not in the kick drum where i last left them but rather locked in a small room at the back of the bar... that put me in a bit of a bad mood... there was a brief moment of hope that i might find my stool and my stick bag but that didn't happen.
it looked like we weren't going to find the snare and tom but yet people were going to make it work... for a minute we had 2 drummers playing half a kit... that the kind of spirit we had going on. i didn't tape the show because, as i said before i needed it to be a good show... that's the pro OMEN reading i was talking about before... luckily Smash taped it... i thought he might but i didn't mention it as that would have cursed the event.
Smash brought a stand up bass and an electric bass and Alvaro Rojas showed up so we had pro double bass. And then of course Simian Special was there to sing.
and then Karl on drums
Next week we have Jesse Matheson and Cameron Dilworth... in what they call a diner show.
Ok so i go to see ZOE Trio play at the Libra room on friday night, only they are not playing, but some blues band is playing so i head down to the Railway to catch some music and it turns out "the deep dark Woods" are playing, who are quite the band... and i run into a few people one of them being Ken Killbeat who introduces me to a CBC producer who just happened to be talking about the Super Robertson Supper Show on account that she took a phone call from somebody who saw the Radio Play last week and was raving about how good this new "Diner Theater" was... Now i agree completely and then start to panic about the next Super Robertson Supper Show... it HAS to be good... not just because somebody might come to check it out, but more for me... I have to answer the bell.
So i'm taking in the music and i happen to meet this guy Karl Jonasson who just moved from Saskatchewan like 4 days ago and he is a drummer... then the old Super Robertson Supper Show long ball scenario starts spinning in the brain. I say, i guess i should get a bass player... he said "yea you should"... so i found a bass player that came with a keyboard player (Smash and Maia) and emails started to happen... and then on Monday Shawn Killaly made contact saying he was ready to rock... and Shawn being a King Hell drummer really got things going. i couldn't possibly not have Shawn come because i met a guy in a bar who said he was going to come and play and had yet to contact me... even though i was sure he could play and was coming.
We decided on a few numbers and were going to do some improv, so come Wednesday we had 2 drummers, 2 bass players, 1 keyboard player, 3 singers and a guitar player. the only problem was that the snare and tom were not in the kick drum where i last left them but rather locked in a small room at the back of the bar... that put me in a bit of a bad mood... there was a brief moment of hope that i might find my stool and my stick bag but that didn't happen.
it looked like we weren't going to find the snare and tom but yet people were going to make it work... for a minute we had 2 drummers playing half a kit... that the kind of spirit we had going on. i didn't tape the show because, as i said before i needed it to be a good show... that's the pro OMEN reading i was talking about before... luckily Smash taped it... i thought he might but i didn't mention it as that would have cursed the event.
Smash brought a stand up bass and an electric bass and Alvaro Rojas showed up so we had pro double bass. And then of course Simian Special was there to sing.
and then Karl on drums
Next week we have Jesse Matheson and Cameron Dilworth... in what they call a diner show.
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