Nothing quite like strolling into the club and everybody being ready to go... JLS and I put the finishing touches on sound set up while some of the other band members socialized and or watched the Canucks / Oilers game. I went back to get the beers and Super Steve looked at his watch and announced rather loudly that it was in fact 7:29 PM at which time the members of the band quickly raced up on stage as if some fear precedent had been set over this issue. It was kind of like the time i was on Pender island looking out at the water over a cliff and i noticed that all of these sea lions were jumping up on shore like it was a fucking major emergency... which of course it was as then next thing i noticed was a pod of Killer Whales out on a hunting mission.
Perfect.
We started with a strong version of Mr. Greenie... punching hard, not like that sissy version on the album, some might say. The reason we punched that song was because of course our bass player was the sound man... JLS "Dr. Multitask" got a line on the bass sounds while old SR stomped bass on that tune.
Next up Genny Trigo and JLS to join SR and WB and Shawn Killaly. We hung tight on a completely unrehearsed set of songs some people knew on others didn't and sometimes when the person thought they knew the song we changed the key just for laughs. There was actually a beautiful tension in the air... a high wire act of ears pouncing from note to note with lynx like reflexes... sometimes the hair got away, and other times it's bloody carcass was eaten on the snowy white field.
I remember loving the shit out of the end of "Never wanted to be anyone"... i goaded JLS into a bass solo and WB followed and Shawn was on fire. To me that's all i ever wanted out of playing music... moments like those.
I didn't tape the show as it is just too much fucking work on many levels... it is an emotional shit kicking to watch yourself suck turtle cocks week after week. And it goes back to my desire to stop doing the SRSS... just too much fucking work if you become "video guy" and it becomes, i believe, impossible to maintain the right attitude to play the show when you have just spent the previous weeks free time re-witnessing a train wreck you led a team of good musicians into on a lack of your proper preparation or perhaps some insane bad call you made on a whim without really thinking... which perhaps may be some of the charm of the Super Robertson Supper Show, but it's a hard road and one which I'm glad to abandon. The other real problem is that you are the guy taping your show like it is something really fucking important... Mr. fucking hammerhead with the picture breath and his oh so important vanity project.
Don't get me wrong, I'm having fun... I'm just a scientist working as a starving artist observing truths.
Tomorrow Jan 27 we have another version of 21 tandem repeats with The Legion of Flying Monkies Horn Orchestra.
Kick ass folks, we are alive lets fucking live!
Oh by the way i went to that concert with Smash last Friday... Smash won the free ticket give away... Imagine that go to a free show and win a free ticket to another event.. who does that shit... that would be Super R.
The high comedy of that was witnessing what a concert veteran Smash was ans what a concert Rookie SR was... Smash knew what was going to happen before it happened, where he wanted to be content and focused with his decisions while SR was clucking like a decapitated chicken second guessing and re-locating... when you go to a concert you have got to "BE THERE", if you know what i mean. it always helps to know the music... I'll be going to "The Great Lake Swimmers" this Friday and I'll be sure to bone up on the tunes for proper enjoyment... live and learn
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
win tonight! Jan 20th...
SMASH WON!!!
It was a brilliant final curtain pull... first time in some time the final curtain pull wasn't a case of the back curtain momentum having too much mustard and over-shooting and creating a "stage left" opening thus exposing the flank of ace guitarist Willingdon Black.
Flanking maneuver
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In military tactics, a flanking maneuver, also called a flank attack, is an attack on the sides of an opposing force. If a flanking maneuver succeeds, the opposing force would be surrounded from two or more directions, which significantly reduces the maneuverability of the outflanked force and its ability to defend itself. A psychological advantage may also be present, as flank forces usually do not expect to be attacked.
A larger scaled tactical flanking is called a strategic flanking, where the targets of the flanking could be as large as entire divisions.
Well done sir.
I'll see you there.
It was a brilliant final curtain pull... first time in some time the final curtain pull wasn't a case of the back curtain momentum having too much mustard and over-shooting and creating a "stage left" opening thus exposing the flank of ace guitarist Willingdon Black.
Flanking maneuver
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
In military tactics, a flanking maneuver, also called a flank attack, is an attack on the sides of an opposing force. If a flanking maneuver succeeds, the opposing force would be surrounded from two or more directions, which significantly reduces the maneuverability of the outflanked force and its ability to defend itself. A psychological advantage may also be present, as flank forces usually do not expect to be attacked.
A larger scaled tactical flanking is called a strategic flanking, where the targets of the flanking could be as large as entire divisions.
Well done sir.
I'll see you there.
time to post
Note to bloggerson's... if you hit the return key after writing your title what you do is publish your blog. Nothing too serious of course, not like you spilled you "dry hopped" amber ale on your mouse pad in the middle of a serious blog or something like that. That would be a disaster... lime cordial in the laser lines is not what you are looking for under the most serious of blogging conditions.
Last week S. Robertson wowed a packed house with his song smithery, and tomorrow, or i guess today if you want to be technical we have a full band featuring Willingdon Black, Shawn Killaly, JLS, Super R and Genny Trigo... should be fine but if it's not I'll be sure to give it a smiley faced PR review because shoveling shit is what you are to do in the business... make it all fluffy and right... take the "a" out of "shat" and turn it into "awesome". What could possibly go wrong? Put it to you this way. Super Steve had to work @ 6:00 last Thursday morning, but it didn't stop him from celebrating last week's full clinic in the back room with SR and JLS until the wee hours of the morning.
I remember at the play gym the next morning i met a woman from the neighbourhood who mentioned that i looked tired that day... and i was worried that she was focusing on the vomit in my beard... Oh come on I'm just joking... It would be impossible to take care of twin 2 year olds while hung over... If Super Steve can be at work by 6:00 AM old Super R can hit the play gym for 10:00... even if his eyes can't yet focus.
Speaking of drinking and blogging and hockey analogies check this:
That's me refereeing a game at General Motors Place last night... or Monday night if you want to get technical... that right those are Levi strauss & CO jeans to go with my Ref garb. The big question is why mention this in the SRSS blog? It comes down to leadership and being on the other end of the line. I played a game of hockey the other week and i took a "phantom" high sticking call that put me in the box for 4 minutes and we lost the game on account of it which left me insanely enraged as a result. Well some of the guys i play with decided to rent GM Place for a pickup game... a very expensive pickup game i might add, and one that was too dear for a guy like myself who is on leave without pay from work so he can stay home with his 3 kids... but of course as a natural idea man i volunteered to ref the game... i would get to skate on the ice and be part of the experience and hopefully help out... make it feel official.
WE decided that if there was a penalty then it would be a penalty shot so that people that paid top dollar wouldn't be sitting... and for the rest we would try to keep the puck moving... if the goalie froze it there would be a whistle and then the defensive team could rush the puck out...if there was a mad scramble we could have the occasional face off... same with off sides... if you blow it then they have a chance to dump it in and clear the zone... failing that it was a face off.
The bottom line was that i did a poor job as a ref. The key problems were timing and positioning. First my instincts were to chase the puck which are not good instincts if you are not wearing equipment. It's more a matter of predicting where you need to be to cover and follow the play. My other major problem was having the balls to call shit and call it when it happens... which is our major SRSS analogy point here. I called a few and took aggressive resistance from the perpetrator which stunned me into being afraid to call shit... the other problem was sometimes something would happen any you would think "that should be a penalty" but then a few steamboat counts would happen and it would be too late to call it, and then you let it go so you have set a standard to let things go, which ultimately I'm all for as a player but perhaps in retrospect it would have been OK to call a few more, have a few more penalty shots for fun and a bit of a rest for the players.
As the Ref of the SRSS i have some similar problems... and in the end it's all just memories.... memory is cheap, would you care to expand on that?
WE had 2 hours and they cleared the ice after an hour... for the second hour i tried to film the action with my camera following the play... i guess we will see what that gave us
Timelaps of the game by Peter Lolley:
Last week S. Robertson wowed a packed house with his song smithery, and tomorrow, or i guess today if you want to be technical we have a full band featuring Willingdon Black, Shawn Killaly, JLS, Super R and Genny Trigo... should be fine but if it's not I'll be sure to give it a smiley faced PR review because shoveling shit is what you are to do in the business... make it all fluffy and right... take the "a" out of "shat" and turn it into "awesome". What could possibly go wrong? Put it to you this way. Super Steve had to work @ 6:00 last Thursday morning, but it didn't stop him from celebrating last week's full clinic in the back room with SR and JLS until the wee hours of the morning.
I remember at the play gym the next morning i met a woman from the neighbourhood who mentioned that i looked tired that day... and i was worried that she was focusing on the vomit in my beard... Oh come on I'm just joking... It would be impossible to take care of twin 2 year olds while hung over... If Super Steve can be at work by 6:00 AM old Super R can hit the play gym for 10:00... even if his eyes can't yet focus.
Speaking of drinking and blogging and hockey analogies check this:
That's me refereeing a game at General Motors Place last night... or Monday night if you want to get technical... that right those are Levi strauss & CO jeans to go with my Ref garb. The big question is why mention this in the SRSS blog? It comes down to leadership and being on the other end of the line. I played a game of hockey the other week and i took a "phantom" high sticking call that put me in the box for 4 minutes and we lost the game on account of it which left me insanely enraged as a result. Well some of the guys i play with decided to rent GM Place for a pickup game... a very expensive pickup game i might add, and one that was too dear for a guy like myself who is on leave without pay from work so he can stay home with his 3 kids... but of course as a natural idea man i volunteered to ref the game... i would get to skate on the ice and be part of the experience and hopefully help out... make it feel official.
WE decided that if there was a penalty then it would be a penalty shot so that people that paid top dollar wouldn't be sitting... and for the rest we would try to keep the puck moving... if the goalie froze it there would be a whistle and then the defensive team could rush the puck out...if there was a mad scramble we could have the occasional face off... same with off sides... if you blow it then they have a chance to dump it in and clear the zone... failing that it was a face off.
The bottom line was that i did a poor job as a ref. The key problems were timing and positioning. First my instincts were to chase the puck which are not good instincts if you are not wearing equipment. It's more a matter of predicting where you need to be to cover and follow the play. My other major problem was having the balls to call shit and call it when it happens... which is our major SRSS analogy point here. I called a few and took aggressive resistance from the perpetrator which stunned me into being afraid to call shit... the other problem was sometimes something would happen any you would think "that should be a penalty" but then a few steamboat counts would happen and it would be too late to call it, and then you let it go so you have set a standard to let things go, which ultimately I'm all for as a player but perhaps in retrospect it would have been OK to call a few more, have a few more penalty shots for fun and a bit of a rest for the players.
As the Ref of the SRSS i have some similar problems... and in the end it's all just memories.... memory is cheap, would you care to expand on that?
WE had 2 hours and they cleared the ice after an hour... for the second hour i tried to film the action with my camera following the play... i guess we will see what that gave us
Timelaps of the game by Peter Lolley:
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
week 187
You see when you sign into these here blogs you see how many posts you have and this is # 187 which roughly translates into this blog being 187 weeks old... or 3.59 years old... why mention this? Well i just wanted to take my mind of the whole idea of what to write this week... an old writers block trick... just start observing random things and next thing you know you are pecking away at something that Super Steve will be looking forward to on his no sound computer.
Where was i... procrastination. This blog has been causing me a lot of trouble lately, which is good in a sense because now i am thinking about the show... I have a set list for tomorrow... and hopefully my new story series "Me the Nannys and the Grandmothers" doesn't bomb like a led Zeplin... or i guess i should hope that it does. The Show has to be done by 8:00 PM tomorrow... it was requested and i happily agreed... speaking of that we are now on the Calendar at the Railway Club... MOVING ON UP! (I used the Jefferson's theme song for my version of "Moving on up"). I should really put a hyperlink to the song that would play while the blog continued... except what would happen is i would do a search and then sped the next 5 hours watching old Jefferson's clips and accidentally drink too much and come back to the blog with a bunch of fine points that get lost in translation. The other Bizarre thing, well i guess the first is that i actually spelled bizarre correctly for perhaps the first time ever... its one z and 2 r's... all my life i tried to throw two zed's... sometimes there would be a couple of r's and I'd always try it with one r but the red line never went away. Which is Bizzare (fuck me)... Which is bizarre because i liked the T.V. show Bizarre.
But this Blog is about the Super Robertson Supper Show, and last week Cam and Jesse kicked off their second year of doing the first wed of the SRSS. It was a fine show with some excellent guests... Super Steve gave the show 5 stars and he's the most discerning regular since 2008. During the end of the set a few bands came in with a couple of tonnes of equipment and a drummer asked in mid song if he could set up his kit, too which Jesse replied "yea after i finish my set".
Now, me being at the back of the room gave me a new perspective on the old band walks into the Railway thinking they are about to play their big gig and some fucking lunatic is on stage and panic runs through the folks. In all fairness to everybody he could have though that they were doing a sound check and since there was no drums on the stage maybe he could get going. I know it's always good to get your shit up on stage... it's part of a religious ritual of playing music. Come in get set up... take your time, be at one with your instruments, spatial arrangement, power source, mic placement to pedal arrangement, tuning... I'm starting to feel it!
But at the same time if you play music and you play it live, often there are certain things you are hoping to achieve, and sometimes sharing stages is not one of them, or perhaps it gets lost in the struggle to be heard. Now with the slightest observation skills one could have seen that the room was full of people who came to watch the supper show and who were watching the show when the person did what they did which in some ways leads to a crack in the moral values of the Vancouver Music scene in general.
People want to be heard but they don't want to listen. It's almost a fundamental problem with our whole concept of society. I guess you could word it people want to buy but they don't want to pay... that is if you wanted to identify the same cancer in the human dynamic.
It's fucking midnight what the hell am i doing with my life?
The other odd thing i discovered when i went to the Railway Club website (hyperlink would be good here), was the the Supper show is listed @ 7:00-8:00PM which means I'm fucked like a cheap whore in a red light district. I was focusing on a 1/2 hour show... you mean i have to put a SRSS together at the last moment? Never happened before:)
March 8 2006:
I found this on a disc Snapshot gave me some time ago when i was looking for something else. he gave it to me as an AVI file but i had to knock it down to a .mov file for easy uploading.
Hobbs on drums... awesome!
OK
Where was i... procrastination. This blog has been causing me a lot of trouble lately, which is good in a sense because now i am thinking about the show... I have a set list for tomorrow... and hopefully my new story series "Me the Nannys and the Grandmothers" doesn't bomb like a led Zeplin... or i guess i should hope that it does. The Show has to be done by 8:00 PM tomorrow... it was requested and i happily agreed... speaking of that we are now on the Calendar at the Railway Club... MOVING ON UP! (I used the Jefferson's theme song for my version of "Moving on up"). I should really put a hyperlink to the song that would play while the blog continued... except what would happen is i would do a search and then sped the next 5 hours watching old Jefferson's clips and accidentally drink too much and come back to the blog with a bunch of fine points that get lost in translation. The other Bizarre thing, well i guess the first is that i actually spelled bizarre correctly for perhaps the first time ever... its one z and 2 r's... all my life i tried to throw two zed's... sometimes there would be a couple of r's and I'd always try it with one r but the red line never went away. Which is Bizzare (fuck me)... Which is bizarre because i liked the T.V. show Bizarre.
But this Blog is about the Super Robertson Supper Show, and last week Cam and Jesse kicked off their second year of doing the first wed of the SRSS. It was a fine show with some excellent guests... Super Steve gave the show 5 stars and he's the most discerning regular since 2008. During the end of the set a few bands came in with a couple of tonnes of equipment and a drummer asked in mid song if he could set up his kit, too which Jesse replied "yea after i finish my set".
Now, me being at the back of the room gave me a new perspective on the old band walks into the Railway thinking they are about to play their big gig and some fucking lunatic is on stage and panic runs through the folks. In all fairness to everybody he could have though that they were doing a sound check and since there was no drums on the stage maybe he could get going. I know it's always good to get your shit up on stage... it's part of a religious ritual of playing music. Come in get set up... take your time, be at one with your instruments, spatial arrangement, power source, mic placement to pedal arrangement, tuning... I'm starting to feel it!
But at the same time if you play music and you play it live, often there are certain things you are hoping to achieve, and sometimes sharing stages is not one of them, or perhaps it gets lost in the struggle to be heard. Now with the slightest observation skills one could have seen that the room was full of people who came to watch the supper show and who were watching the show when the person did what they did which in some ways leads to a crack in the moral values of the Vancouver Music scene in general.
People want to be heard but they don't want to listen. It's almost a fundamental problem with our whole concept of society. I guess you could word it people want to buy but they don't want to pay... that is if you wanted to identify the same cancer in the human dynamic.
It's fucking midnight what the hell am i doing with my life?
The other odd thing i discovered when i went to the Railway Club website (hyperlink would be good here), was the the Supper show is listed @ 7:00-8:00PM which means I'm fucked like a cheap whore in a red light district. I was focusing on a 1/2 hour show... you mean i have to put a SRSS together at the last moment? Never happened before:)
March 8 2006:
I found this on a disc Snapshot gave me some time ago when i was looking for something else. he gave it to me as an AVI file but i had to knock it down to a .mov file for easy uploading.
Hobbs on drums... awesome!
OK
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
The last show of the decade= first blog post (or blogaroo) of the new decade
The last SRSS of the decade (December 30 2009) saw Super Robertson, Robert Malowany, and a fellow named Robin who apparently plays slide guitar in Robert's band devilsplender, to play some mellow acoustic singer songwriter kind of stuff and then a full attack from Buffalo's own TIGER PRAWN.
I didn't tape the show which is too bad because Tiger Prawn were awesome as were Robert and Robin... been having some serious computer trouble lately that has been cutting into my ability to render files, which in some way could be a great relief on the time saving front. If i could just find somebody to write the damn blog... think about it.
Next week is the Jesse and Cam supper show which is always a good time and then the week after we have to be done 1/2 hour early so it will just be a half hour show... provided the SRSS can start on time. It got me thinking though... perhaps the show doesn't have to be a full hour all the time... maybe as a listener or show connoisseur for that matter the show could be stronger if it was a more solid 40 minutes... i always end up in these bizarre traps i set for myself... the sequence usually goes i get something in my head in the way it should go and then try to stick to it with blinders on. So for the January 13th show i shall have ready a 25 minute show and just do the bastard giving myself a 5 minute window for errant puffery.
I did finally get the SUPERSIMIAN loaded... i accidentally upgraded to a new version of imovie which for some reason always causes guys like me a whole lot of problems.
We played a few songs from the album How the Tiger got Lionized that we don't often play when we get together to grace the Supper Show. We always play "Bill Von Bacon Tell" and have hit "Disappear" and "Fragile Day" a few times but i don't believe we ever tried "Bob Style" before...
The wink of an eye is hard to define like an unknown beast at the end of the line but the eye can play tricks and it's a long way to shore and I'm feeling sick stuck in a spinning door
By the time i came down i was drunk in a bar, the waitress was sultry i watched from afar she got in my head i thought i was there she left alone and i dragged myself home
The lights are all out the rain hits the roof and the peace of her sleep and me so aloof... now a slip of the foot brings a chair to the ground and the 4:00 AM lights cast a blue glow all around back to my corner my own writers nook i pick up the pen and take a stab at the book but the words are all sloppy and there's mud in my head i don't feel frustration but like a hero instead.
I didn't tape the show which is too bad because Tiger Prawn were awesome as were Robert and Robin... been having some serious computer trouble lately that has been cutting into my ability to render files, which in some way could be a great relief on the time saving front. If i could just find somebody to write the damn blog... think about it.
Next week is the Jesse and Cam supper show which is always a good time and then the week after we have to be done 1/2 hour early so it will just be a half hour show... provided the SRSS can start on time. It got me thinking though... perhaps the show doesn't have to be a full hour all the time... maybe as a listener or show connoisseur for that matter the show could be stronger if it was a more solid 40 minutes... i always end up in these bizarre traps i set for myself... the sequence usually goes i get something in my head in the way it should go and then try to stick to it with blinders on. So for the January 13th show i shall have ready a 25 minute show and just do the bastard giving myself a 5 minute window for errant puffery.
I did finally get the SUPERSIMIAN loaded... i accidentally upgraded to a new version of imovie which for some reason always causes guys like me a whole lot of problems.
We played a few songs from the album How the Tiger got Lionized that we don't often play when we get together to grace the Supper Show. We always play "Bill Von Bacon Tell" and have hit "Disappear" and "Fragile Day" a few times but i don't believe we ever tried "Bob Style" before...
The wink of an eye is hard to define like an unknown beast at the end of the line but the eye can play tricks and it's a long way to shore and I'm feeling sick stuck in a spinning door
By the time i came down i was drunk in a bar, the waitress was sultry i watched from afar she got in my head i thought i was there she left alone and i dragged myself home
The lights are all out the rain hits the roof and the peace of her sleep and me so aloof... now a slip of the foot brings a chair to the ground and the 4:00 AM lights cast a blue glow all around back to my corner my own writers nook i pick up the pen and take a stab at the book but the words are all sloppy and there's mud in my head i don't feel frustration but like a hero instead.
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