Yes it was a fine gentle Super Robertson Supper show last week with the youthful Jason Sylvester and the gracefully aging Super Robertson standing on stage trading songs armed with acoustic guitars.
It was a hard Super Robertson Supper Show to prepare in advance for as there was the possibility that there might have been a game 7, for all the marbles, hockey game on that night, which could have put the show in jeopardy for sure... that said we went low key which is good to do from time to time. i was actually excited to play solo for a bit and i did a fair bit of rehearsing for the show getting my head full of ideas that i could pursue. Of course once the show started and we got on this "dream theme" i lost my mind and tried to play songs i haven't played for a year because they fit the theme, rather than play the songs that i had gone over earlier in the day... that happen to be on an album i am about to release called "One little dream". It's this problem i have with my brain... my brain is stupid... it thinks it's invincible and everything will be alright if we just follow this insane tangent we just got on and try to pull something out of our ass. Notice how my brain and me are now "our"... like we are separate... my brain makes a call and the appearance of the shell of my body gets further solidified as the shell of a jackass.
Good thing about playing one song and then somebody else playing a song is that it gives you a chance to talk to yourself and calm the fuck down. Kind of like a boxer might go to the corner after a round in which he was beaten severely, but he gets a towel and a drink of water and a little moment of time where he needs to look into himself and tell himself that he has got to get it together because he is not going to survive another beating of that magnitude. Of course i was just a song that i forgot the chords to the chorus for for like 15 seconds while i fumbled around the fretboard and not a savage concussion... so that's OK i guess.
Free show, you get what you pay for i guess... that said there were a number of people at the show and i had no idea who any of them were... which is a good thing for an Entertainment and Supper option. Later i did talk to one of the patrons and he said that he had heard about the show for a long time and decided to check it out, and apparently enjoyed it... I said "i noticed you ate, your supper was fine i trust"... he laughed and said it was great.
Lets watch a Jason Sylvester song:
What do i know about Jason Dallas Sylvester? He lives in Langley, he makes things happen, he plays an Ovation guitar with bolts holding the neck together that is his mothers guitar... his mother who went to the same University as myself about 9 years before me. He is in a band called The Kodiak Nightlife, He has a 6 song EP (on CD) out called "social juggernaut" and he loves WILCO. He found me and the SRSS by looking and he came and he played.
I throw this number in because it answers one of the unanswered questions that this here blog eluded to earlier for good or ill. Also this song is on the upcoming 21 tandem Repeats release called "one little dream":
On Wednesday May 18 there will be no Super Robertson Supper Show as Playoff Hockey will be shown on the big screen. A must win game for the Canucks... you either get that or you don't... i had sent an email to the club offering to call the play by play in the room but for some strange reason they never got back to me... i was going to try and pull WB as my colour man, or statistician with a keen memory for previous Canuck history. I thought it might be fun in a kind of paralyzing fear kind of way, but it could be disastrous in other ways... the key one being the game goes into overtime and I'm frothing away on the mic and the room is full of people there for the music and most of them already hate me and it is remembered that a live music show was held up because Super Robertson got it in his bone head that he needed to call a hockey game. In the end it's all just memories and lets just hope we all go to sleep tomorrow night with the memory of a fine Canuck victory.
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