Long day of harvesting and curing hops, (keep an ear out in another blog, if you know what i mean, to find out how our hero ended up reeking like a brewery with scratches and puffy red irritation on most of his epithelial cells as he picked up his daughter from the local school... and of course now every one rams into the school so we can be all packed in like sardines to do some sniffing and administer some skin exams... is it paranoia or do i sense an effort to form a further opinion of the ragged jagged side burned father?).
But that was then and this is now, and we have a show to review and another to promote and it's 11:44pm and the blueberry wheat beer has been bottled and the hops are a drying... what the hell, did i just sneak back off topic.
Vocal and drum LFM songs were for sure working... you could hear the words and singers were a bit calmer being exposed (or careful) and as a result we dialed in some nice harmonies, and by hearing the words carefully presented, the quality of the wordsmithing was more on show to appreciate.
We had a nice Bass drum horn jam... i played the bass and that's why i capitalized bass there... either that or my illiteracy is so obscene that i need to make up stories to work harder to try to cure myself from this wretched disease.
Then JLS and Steve and SR lay ed down a fine version of "One little Dream", and then we discussed the direction of the next number with the audience and ended up going with a version of 98 BOB, and had a whole gamete of singers including the SRSS stalwart land of Deborah who held down the soprano region of our new choir... that was super fun... i started the old countdown from 98 down (98 bottles of beer on the wall) at the end and i think we got to about 80 before we ended it in a drunken slur.
The Jason Harder played a few numbers, and original and a cover and he was joined by steve on drums and a few horn players honking away with enthusiasm... have to admit i was at the back of the bar tinting my fingers just delighted that there was no horn when i had the guitar in my hands... all i ever needed was a decoy guitar player :). Jason and crew did well and all seemed to enjoy it and it was enjoyable to watch... reminds me of the joke that went on when Roadbed was in it's prime, and we had this thing, this battle for superiority, a friendly one... i believe the official bio read "Roadbed are required by special pact to inspire each other with displays of creativity"... anyhoo somebody would have this idea and the others would look down at the vulnerable and say "that's a great idea for your solo project".
and then we hit a couple more tunes of the LFM and closed down the show, it was a great audience, i had a blast and i thought it was unique and bold and brilliant.
Next week you should all come on down to the SR Supper Show because we are about to start a new chapter... also this chapter starts at 7pm and goes to 8:30 PM.
it is Local Vocals:
our leader Anna Baignoche, backed by Simon Kendal, Steve Dawson and Travis Bernhardt and the Local Vocals choir are going to run through some classic songs and have the words printed out so that we can all sing along.
it is a chance for this choir to get out and sing in a bar:
the plan is to do this on the last Wednesday of every month... this is the first one... feel free to support and embrace this venture, and get your sing on.
who loves ya!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
September 15th re-cap
I Just installed a calender in my browser and it seems to have installed other things and with that news comes an immediate rage that may in fact produce some minor health problems for our hero.
Reminds me about one of the good elements of the Super Robertson Supper Show... just a free show for people to come and check out or be part of, free of some marketing web. Perhaps i should have somebody stand at the door and say "welcome to the show... now the show is free but I'll just ask you to fill out this 9 page form with most of your vital tracking information for our statistics base, and by simply filling out the form you will be entered to win a set of razor-tooth steak knives"... i just figured something out, i think... that's how you get the right information out of the consumer... you promise the chance of a gift and with that hope the consumer puts down the right information.
Not to get too far off topic here but i happened to meet a cell phone shill the other day who tried to sell me a cell phone and i replied "i hate cell phones, just the word puts me into a dark rage where i start punching people... in fact my rage medication hasn't been working too well lately", and after that i was free to carry on.
what happened last week:
Now the Pike has no sound on his computer, and he is a big SRSS blog reader... so what do we say about that? I have been in this Choir for a while and we sing this song
when you were born you cried and the world rejoiced
live your life so that when you die people cry and you rejoice
Kabir (1440-1518)
Trying to shit together some things that would be simple for us to deal with i threw some chords under the melody and tried to wing it... it has the philosophical element that the Super R tries to bring to the table in his songwriting.
and then we did a version of everything:
Pike has heard that song many times at the SRSS:
at the edge of everything i feel great inside nothing collides
and only headstrong are the winds in the north
Toronto is my place of birth and that will never change
evaluation of my worth
should always stay the same
if at the edge of everything
i am betrayed inside something collides
must more than headstrong be the winds in the north
Speaking of betrayed, this fucking new blog system has failed me severely as i was on a roll and the damn thing did something bizarre and i hit the space bar and then i was back at another page and a lot of clear wisdom was not saved
And then Pockets layed down some truth:
the unfortunate thing that happened was that i just failed to fully rewind the tape so we got shut off at this point in the show. I was preparing the camera (battery charge and rewind) all while trying to feed 3 kids 40 minutes before the SRSS was set to start and the cables that run from the camera to the wall were out in a region where a kid could bring a camera crashing to the ground so i moved it and thought i had rewound it but i didn't... taping your show and playing it is never a great combo, and i have had issues in the past, issues over the mental state of the whole process but i think with what i am trying to do here i can justify it from time to time. The unfortunate part about the tape run out was that we started the meditation and apparently it was one of the funniest things to happen on the SRSS stage since Earl Johnstonerbreath did a burlesque act in 2005, and i say this because a few members of the audience were actually literally rolling around on the floor exclaiming things like "this is so funny!"
It's too bad because Pockets was really on a roll that night, and then after Mo put on a fine clinic herself, and then we had Sim up... you get the picture.
In the end it's all just memories, memory is cheap... or is it tape or flash?
For tomorrow we have Super Robertson and a paired down version of the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra, I tried to call Andrew Parker back from his Vacation overseas for the occasion, but for some reason he never got back to me... i blame the telecommunications company.
I'm going to bring a bass and a guitar and a few songs to do with ace drummer Steve of the LFM, i have agreed to help with a round of one of the three part LFM songs, and I'll keep my head up and try to stay sharp and out of the way of errant horn notes.
As Fire-Man would say... life is good man, we don't know how good we have it.
I also went to the bank today to do a simple thing... sign a paper, but after sitting in an office of an incompetent fool for 20 minutes i just got up an walked out saying i just don't care enough, i though this should be easy but obviously it is not so i will go now, and the fool followed me out apologizing all the way... so i might have that story... the good news being that if you are completely incompetent then rest assured there is a job for you at the bank, a place where they nurture idiocy.
Reminds me about one of the good elements of the Super Robertson Supper Show... just a free show for people to come and check out or be part of, free of some marketing web. Perhaps i should have somebody stand at the door and say "welcome to the show... now the show is free but I'll just ask you to fill out this 9 page form with most of your vital tracking information for our statistics base, and by simply filling out the form you will be entered to win a set of razor-tooth steak knives"... i just figured something out, i think... that's how you get the right information out of the consumer... you promise the chance of a gift and with that hope the consumer puts down the right information.
Not to get too far off topic here but i happened to meet a cell phone shill the other day who tried to sell me a cell phone and i replied "i hate cell phones, just the word puts me into a dark rage where i start punching people... in fact my rage medication hasn't been working too well lately", and after that i was free to carry on.
what happened last week:
Now the Pike has no sound on his computer, and he is a big SRSS blog reader... so what do we say about that? I have been in this Choir for a while and we sing this song
when you were born you cried and the world rejoiced
live your life so that when you die people cry and you rejoice
Kabir (1440-1518)
Trying to shit together some things that would be simple for us to deal with i threw some chords under the melody and tried to wing it... it has the philosophical element that the Super R tries to bring to the table in his songwriting.
and then we did a version of everything:
Pike has heard that song many times at the SRSS:
at the edge of everything i feel great inside nothing collides
and only headstrong are the winds in the north
Toronto is my place of birth and that will never change
evaluation of my worth
should always stay the same
if at the edge of everything
i am betrayed inside something collides
must more than headstrong be the winds in the north
Speaking of betrayed, this fucking new blog system has failed me severely as i was on a roll and the damn thing did something bizarre and i hit the space bar and then i was back at another page and a lot of clear wisdom was not saved
And then Pockets layed down some truth:
the unfortunate thing that happened was that i just failed to fully rewind the tape so we got shut off at this point in the show. I was preparing the camera (battery charge and rewind) all while trying to feed 3 kids 40 minutes before the SRSS was set to start and the cables that run from the camera to the wall were out in a region where a kid could bring a camera crashing to the ground so i moved it and thought i had rewound it but i didn't... taping your show and playing it is never a great combo, and i have had issues in the past, issues over the mental state of the whole process but i think with what i am trying to do here i can justify it from time to time. The unfortunate part about the tape run out was that we started the meditation and apparently it was one of the funniest things to happen on the SRSS stage since Earl Johnstonerbreath did a burlesque act in 2005, and i say this because a few members of the audience were actually literally rolling around on the floor exclaiming things like "this is so funny!"
It's too bad because Pockets was really on a roll that night, and then after Mo put on a fine clinic herself, and then we had Sim up... you get the picture.
In the end it's all just memories, memory is cheap... or is it tape or flash?
For tomorrow we have Super Robertson and a paired down version of the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra, I tried to call Andrew Parker back from his Vacation overseas for the occasion, but for some reason he never got back to me... i blame the telecommunications company.
I'm going to bring a bass and a guitar and a few songs to do with ace drummer Steve of the LFM, i have agreed to help with a round of one of the three part LFM songs, and I'll keep my head up and try to stay sharp and out of the way of errant horn notes.
As Fire-Man would say... life is good man, we don't know how good we have it.
I also went to the bank today to do a simple thing... sign a paper, but after sitting in an office of an incompetent fool for 20 minutes i just got up an walked out saying i just don't care enough, i though this should be easy but obviously it is not so i will go now, and the fool followed me out apologizing all the way... so i might have that story... the good news being that if you are completely incompetent then rest assured there is a job for you at the bank, a place where they nurture idiocy.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
what was the date last week re-cap
I use to have one of those things on my "dashboard" that would have a calendar so i could just look and figure out the date (i think it was the 8th) and then carry on with the old blogaroo, but now i don't and i might have a stroke trying to figure out how to insert it with this new "magic mouse" (which itself does all kinds of strange things that might actually be good for efficiency if you were one of those people who likes to know how to run their computer properly). Me and computers will never really see eye to eye but that's OK... i like not being able to figure out how to do something simple... i just come up with a different way around the problem... keeps me fresh and thinking. Sometimes this can be great, and other times it can be a rather disturbing... my version of hell... me in a room with 1000 computers and 1000 printers and none of them have the software to communicate with each other and i have to write a coherent book and print it out before i am allowed to change out of some raw wild sheep wool underwear.
OK lets say last week was the 8th and i know it was because i found a calendar online but not before Google calendars tried to make me create an account. What happened?
Started on time, full band, great sound had some highlight moments for sure. On drums we had the solid grooves of slick, so automatically the show was worth coming to, on the bass we had Fingers Johnston, and on electric guitar Mr. Willingdon Black... i made some crack to 'deuce" about him coming back to the show now that Willingdon Black was back but the truth is he has been at the SRSS a few times in the last little while... any chance to work the name Willingdon Black into the resivoir is one of the key subplots of my existence... as a side comedy note i invited WB out to the choir that i have been singing in and he came out and immediatly got put into a group to meet and greet and talk about why they are there, and there was some confusion because apparently some people were calling super robertson "mark" for some reason and then it seemed odd in a "funny" kind of way.
we had out Fire-Man who read a story about why he is a failed artist on the North Shore... reminds me of this conversation:
then he blew some horn over some improve lounge stylings and it was all good.
Tomorrow: wedneaday September 15th.
we have Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band with Chris Hixon on computer generated drums, and Mo on vocals and other unconfirmed players at this point... our guest just canceled due to work related problems but i have no fear... as long as I'm in cotton underwear and there ain't no fucking printers in the house we are all good.
Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band: last time:
Word to the bird is the "The Furniture" is playing the Railway later that night... which might mean Blue shirt band stalwart JLS will be there with electric guitar, probably doing sound as well and perhaps juggling flaming bowling pins.
since bio's are so fun from the band bio generator :
A history of modern global icons: Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band
Originally from the savannahs of Vancouver, Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band broke into the modern global scene in 2008 with their debut album, "Doucereux". The band's latest album, "Terroir" (a taste of), blends cognac Robertson's vibrant melodies with a visceral groove trio to generate undeniable good times. With standout tracks like "they don't call me Cognac Robertson because it sounds good," the music of Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band appeals to the average guy and the non-average guy alike.
OK lets say last week was the 8th and i know it was because i found a calendar online but not before Google calendars tried to make me create an account. What happened?
Started on time, full band, great sound had some highlight moments for sure. On drums we had the solid grooves of slick, so automatically the show was worth coming to, on the bass we had Fingers Johnston, and on electric guitar Mr. Willingdon Black... i made some crack to 'deuce" about him coming back to the show now that Willingdon Black was back but the truth is he has been at the SRSS a few times in the last little while... any chance to work the name Willingdon Black into the resivoir is one of the key subplots of my existence... as a side comedy note i invited WB out to the choir that i have been singing in and he came out and immediatly got put into a group to meet and greet and talk about why they are there, and there was some confusion because apparently some people were calling super robertson "mark" for some reason and then it seemed odd in a "funny" kind of way.
we had out Fire-Man who read a story about why he is a failed artist on the North Shore... reminds me of this conversation:
then he blew some horn over some improve lounge stylings and it was all good.
Tomorrow: wedneaday September 15th.
we have Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band with Chris Hixon on computer generated drums, and Mo on vocals and other unconfirmed players at this point... our guest just canceled due to work related problems but i have no fear... as long as I'm in cotton underwear and there ain't no fucking printers in the house we are all good.
Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band: last time:
Word to the bird is the "The Furniture" is playing the Railway later that night... which might mean Blue shirt band stalwart JLS will be there with electric guitar, probably doing sound as well and perhaps juggling flaming bowling pins.
since bio's are so fun from the band bio generator :
A history of modern global icons: Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band
Originally from the savannahs of Vancouver, Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band broke into the modern global scene in 2008 with their debut album, "Doucereux". The band's latest album, "Terroir" (a taste of), blends cognac Robertson's vibrant melodies with a visceral groove trio to generate undeniable good times. With standout tracks like "they don't call me Cognac Robertson because it sounds good," the music of Cognac Robertson and the blue shirt band appeals to the average guy and the non-average guy alike.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
September 1 and a few other points
Well well last week it was Jose Mouthason and Ham Dangworth and i can not fucking believe what happened... absolutely flabbergasted and i don't flabbergast easily... perhaps i was a little flabbered the other night at the poker game when some folks were trying to make some jokes about using a male member to penetrate an orifice that needed no penetration what so ever... boys just want to have fun i guess.
Still... i have a hard time believing what actually got pulled off at the Supper show this evening... in fact it is so insane I'm not even going to mention it because you probably wouldn't believe me. There is now 2 kinds of people in the world today... those that saw the Super Robertson Supper Show on September 1 2010, and those that didn't... and that's the way it's going to roll. Have no fear... if you are one if the silly fools that missed the free show on this evening, you my friends are in the majority... and that's is what ultimately makes people feel comfortable. There is close to 7 billion people on this earth and there was not even a million people at the SRSS on September 1 2010, as a matter of fact i would bet that there were less then 10 thousand... even a thousand would be a high estimate, probably less than a hundred if you want to get down to the nitty gritty... OK so we round up to 100 people at the SRSS on September 1 2010, and there are 7 billion people on the earth (rounded up as well for fairness sake). Since a Billion is TEN MILLION times more than a hundred, it looks like we are looking at 70 million x more people didn't see the show than saw it and i don't think it got recorded.. the only thing i do know for sure is that i just killed that SOB mosquito that has been pestering me since i started the simple math operation earlier in the paragraph, if you want to round up and call it a paragraph.
It's done we move on... where the hell was I
Tomorrow we take a page from the old school Super Robertson Supper Show... 1 King Hell Drummer by the name of Slick, one King hell bass player who's personal publicist told me i could go with "Fingers Johnston", and a rumored possible appearance of the legendary, the great, often imitated yet never duplicated, Jack of all Lords... Willingdon Black!
We have a fucking set list!
the reoccurring hurrah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT9u0QE5LwM
One Little dream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGRb3VdHnuo
Wishing Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlICSjyT-PQ
Hey Rock's livingroom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3703Pik3Mo
Everything
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IRtWhu2WVc
Fuse lit bombs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC4ybDsD4jM
The last honey and toast
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdz8WzB7-YU
Bent
Nice Bucket
On Frozen Pond
Nothing was heard
Which gives us enough of a base where we should be able to avoid those awkward moments where our fearless leader stands on stage like a jackass who has been grazing on a field of catnip all day humming and hawing about what to play and then decides, due to one of those strong flashes of misguided energy, mistaken as as sign from the OMEN gods, to make a ridiculous call and take the band down analogous to some wartime anti-aircraft itchy trigger finger missile base that makes a mistake and writes it off as friendly fire. That's why we have protocol ... protocol in this instance meaning 11 titles written on a piece of paper that we can go to if what we are trying to do starts to loose it's focus... and i have a few ideas about "art based experimental deviations" but there is no point in going over that now for i wouldn't want to spook anybody over anything now... actually i shouldn't say anybody or anything when what i actually am talking about is the very real spirit energy of artistic creation... the golden rule is to never talk about something before you try to create it if you are going to use your wits and skills to to create it live... you don't want to force the wrong potential direction on the piece... your job is to find the direction and ride it cleanly to a destination that makes sense in a reasonable amount of time. Just to be clear.. if you are a n architect building a major dwelling you would most defiantly want to talk about it before you start to create it... this makes very good sense.
So come on down and if you want and if you think you can help us deliver the show then step on up... you got the set list, lets do it people. Special note: if you are hindering and not helping we would have to remove you from your position... remember "sweater guy"... some dude in a sweater who i allowed to get up on the Mic and try some shit, but then he stayed on the mic loudly and very seriously threatening and being rude and stuff like that... we are no into that... if you want a part I can give you a part, but i need you to do the part not some rouge estimation of the part with a never ending ad lib part... unless of course the never ending ad lib part is pure gold, but that is rarely the case... just saying.
lets do it!
SR
Still... i have a hard time believing what actually got pulled off at the Supper show this evening... in fact it is so insane I'm not even going to mention it because you probably wouldn't believe me. There is now 2 kinds of people in the world today... those that saw the Super Robertson Supper Show on September 1 2010, and those that didn't... and that's the way it's going to roll. Have no fear... if you are one if the silly fools that missed the free show on this evening, you my friends are in the majority... and that's is what ultimately makes people feel comfortable. There is close to 7 billion people on this earth and there was not even a million people at the SRSS on September 1 2010, as a matter of fact i would bet that there were less then 10 thousand... even a thousand would be a high estimate, probably less than a hundred if you want to get down to the nitty gritty... OK so we round up to 100 people at the SRSS on September 1 2010, and there are 7 billion people on the earth (rounded up as well for fairness sake). Since a Billion is TEN MILLION times more than a hundred, it looks like we are looking at 70 million x more people didn't see the show than saw it and i don't think it got recorded.. the only thing i do know for sure is that i just killed that SOB mosquito that has been pestering me since i started the simple math operation earlier in the paragraph, if you want to round up and call it a paragraph.
It's done we move on... where the hell was I
Tomorrow we take a page from the old school Super Robertson Supper Show... 1 King Hell Drummer by the name of Slick, one King hell bass player who's personal publicist told me i could go with "Fingers Johnston", and a rumored possible appearance of the legendary, the great, often imitated yet never duplicated, Jack of all Lords... Willingdon Black!
We have a fucking set list!
the reoccurring hurrah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pT9u0QE5LwM
One Little dream
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGRb3VdHnuo
Wishing Machine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlICSjyT-PQ
Hey Rock's livingroom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3703Pik3Mo
Everything
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IRtWhu2WVc
Fuse lit bombs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kC4ybDsD4jM
The last honey and toast
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdz8WzB7-YU
Bent
Nice Bucket
On Frozen Pond
Nothing was heard
Which gives us enough of a base where we should be able to avoid those awkward moments where our fearless leader stands on stage like a jackass who has been grazing on a field of catnip all day humming and hawing about what to play and then decides, due to one of those strong flashes of misguided energy, mistaken as as sign from the OMEN gods, to make a ridiculous call and take the band down analogous to some wartime anti-aircraft itchy trigger finger missile base that makes a mistake and writes it off as friendly fire. That's why we have protocol ... protocol in this instance meaning 11 titles written on a piece of paper that we can go to if what we are trying to do starts to loose it's focus... and i have a few ideas about "art based experimental deviations" but there is no point in going over that now for i wouldn't want to spook anybody over anything now... actually i shouldn't say anybody or anything when what i actually am talking about is the very real spirit energy of artistic creation... the golden rule is to never talk about something before you try to create it if you are going to use your wits and skills to to create it live... you don't want to force the wrong potential direction on the piece... your job is to find the direction and ride it cleanly to a destination that makes sense in a reasonable amount of time. Just to be clear.. if you are a n architect building a major dwelling you would most defiantly want to talk about it before you start to create it... this makes very good sense.
So come on down and if you want and if you think you can help us deliver the show then step on up... you got the set list, lets do it people. Special note: if you are hindering and not helping we would have to remove you from your position... remember "sweater guy"... some dude in a sweater who i allowed to get up on the Mic and try some shit, but then he stayed on the mic loudly and very seriously threatening and being rude and stuff like that... we are no into that... if you want a part I can give you a part, but i need you to do the part not some rouge estimation of the part with a never ending ad lib part... unless of course the never ending ad lib part is pure gold, but that is rarely the case... just saying.
lets do it!
SR
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