Because of course we had triple bass... that's right a double bass, and a single bass equals triple bass last time i checked, but hey they call me the square:
An old Knockin' Dog song that never saw the light of day, but seems to be shining bright these days, some songs have their day after years of trying to reach the surface. I like to see a song as an individual being... it just needs the right environment to thrive. In the wrong environment it just sits there being criticized with all it's apparent flaws being the reason for all the world's ills... you know what i mean. For the record i don't want to knock criticism, one of the greatest tools an open mind has available for it's service.
The Rev D Badcock wrote the words for the most part... always with the American automobile reference... smart idea really. Me i never write about cars... I really don't care for them too much, the Rev's identity is tied to his automobiles... he was always telling me what i should drive... I was like "who gives a shit"... put people really do. Tonight people were grooving to this song in the gym that was so soaked in auto tune it was absolutely ridiculous... all i could think was "How did that get out of production without somebody kicking the shit out of the person responsible for the soaking". But the reality is, for the bottom line they did the right thing... their song is playing making money and CONSUMERS are loving it.
How bout this version of square boy from September 2009, which was actually the first time i played the song in over a decade, contrary to what i told Jason Jones a few weeks ago, which was an honest memory malfunction. JLS on skins, Younger on Guitar and K Nazo on trumpet:
This should be the SRSS blog not the history of the song Square Boy blog... It was written in a bedroom in a few minutes by some kids who had mountains of ideas in their heads but no confidence.
WHERE WERE WE... well we didn't have the caps lock on... it was Jovana Golubovic and Cameron Lewis who opened up with a fair clinic... guitar bass and voice... and of course crowd chatter. You can't have a show in a WORLD CLASS city without lots of crowd chatter, it's the way we roll around here. I wonder if people listen in Portland?
with a band you can fight the chatter a little better:
it's still there, but you can compete which is what you need to do, if your going to be in the "business"... Me, I'm just a gibbering fool 41 and drumming, sometimes it's hard to find the right words, it feels like your just strumming, i did some things that i wish i didn't but i wouldn't trade me for nothing... ah hell lets call it embed night:
weird processing on that... years have passed since the upload, and the way computers process things leaves old relics in the dust... perhaps time for a new upload... which makes a case for why a crazy kook woman shouldn't throw out a man's good collection of cassettes even if they are leaving the country an it might appear to someone on an insane tangent that it is indeed "useless junk".
but that's another battle that needs a secret tunnel to a secret room to really survive.. and in the meantime we have some Super Robertson Supper Shows to do:
On Wednesday October 26 2011
Ginger and Moonshine is back! With Special guests.... THE BEVELED EDGES!
This is Ginger and Moonshine from their March 23 2011 Super Robertson Supper Show
They actually make a cameo in the "Bold Point Road OFFICIAL VIDEO" from that night when they rose to the occasion and learned the song and we grabbed a drummer named Doug from NYC and spanked down a pretty decent version:
word from the Internet is that there are close to 50 people coming to this show, let us prey the sound man comes on time, as it is a Vancouver City Limits night.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Bloggerson strikes again for the 284th time...
AHH Nothing like a little nostalgia before settling in to a routine for good or ill.
I thought last weeks Super Robertson Supper Show was just fine and dandy, there perhaps was an element of cartilaginous fish... sharks that is. Sharks of course are great for oceans and metaphors alike. Just when i get all happy about closing down the SRSS and calling a good run a good run and letting the memory grow into something bigger than it actually was it seems there is a pack of hammerheads eager to try to keep the SRSS going in my absence... as if it was some fertile waters, a glorious feeding hole, or just another free gig and a chance to play music. The more i think about it, the more i realize, What the hell am i thinking about it for?, I'm done.
But what if a show were to go on in my name and the people running it didn't have the good sense to cane themselves after they loose their fucking minds... ahh all the little things to worry about. Who's writing the blog, who's filming other people and spending their time posting it, who's going to go lead a crew of people that have never met into a 3 chord song with a 2 chord chorus, who's going to leash the horn band, who's going to listen to complains from performers and audience members, who's going to tell people not to worry and just continue in the face of sure doom... I guess somebody will, or they won't and nobody will ever notice anyways.
quick fact: anybody could do a Supper Show any night of the week at any number of venues by just asking to try it.
quick fact 2: doing a regular gig is one king hell curse on your time and your psyche... it worked for me because... well you will have to wait for my lecture on "how to run a a Super Robertson Supper Show"
quick fact 3: the best thing for me is to kill this bastard... memories grow stronger with time.
quick fact 4: I never do what is best for me.
quick fact 5: Cast iron skillets used to be the leading source of iron in the North American diet!
That's a bad thing when you think of Teflon fry pans... cause that shit is toxic. I kind of want to punch myself in the face for using that Teflon pan that was all scratched up that i got from a garbage can when i went to university... I should have just got me one good cast iron pan... but then one of those idiot roommates of mine wouldn't have cleaned it properly or left it in the sink full of water and that would have caused all kinds of problems. A good cast iron skillet needs to be oiled and clean and free from water or it will oxidize... fancy word for rust. That's why iron skillets don't work with small minded mouth breathing students that believe they don't have time to clean properly.
A Super Robertson Supper Show is like a cast iron pan... solid and durable, multifunctional, it can make all kinds of dishes but if neglected will rust and become useless. Just another awkward weight in the cupboard that some crazy dame thinks needs to be shipped to the salvation army.
So the Supertones opened the show... the Supertones who were formerly a band with a name i could never spell, and then for a brief week were called "James Toren Johnson"... but now for this week seem to be called the Supertones.
This song is called "In this town again"
And then the 21 Tandem Repeats collective took the stage with the lineup we have been going with for a bit and we seem to be coming into our own... same bass and Guitar as the Supertones (Jan and Christopher), but we had Shawn on drums, a man who can play with me anytime anyplace always... and Jason Jones a versatile no maintenance "roll with the punches" piano player... also King Hell Player.
In a lot of ways I'm kind of glad we are coming to a peak as my time is coming to an end... all my other bands died a slow miserable death of broken promise and lost hopes, where this one could just stop playing when we are killing it and I'll be able to look back and think about that really wicked period that might not be marred by something rather negative (i should watch it there is lots of time left). Actually to be honest i think the 21 Tandem Repeats experience has really gotten it's shit together in the last couple of years and the big thing is that i now put people in positions in which they can succeed... that and playing with king hell drummers like Shawn Killaly and Tim Watson. Everything else is just choice of clothing kind of stuff. And by the way that all happened as a result of the SRSS... the lesson for me was, don't play a regular gig like the SRSS with a regular band, but rather have a "willing coalition" of people who can (very important) and want to (also important) play.
I think this is BOB STYLE, a song I wrote with Simian Special and we put on the Supersimian album "How the Tiger got Lionized". We basically wrote that album to have material for the SRSS lead by the track "70's rock @ the Railway", so i figured it a good idea to play some of the songs every once in a while:
And the song Nothing is heard, which will will always be hard to duplicate considering the version we spanked down on the album "One Little Dream"... that said good character on this version:
You see what happened was that my neighbour who actually wasn't my neighbour at the time but just a good friend gave me a wooden frog and told me to get down to the peace rally. Now i was always one who believed that protesting was a waste of time because nobody listens anyway, but i went down with my wife and young daughter. We got in near the Carnival Band and i got grooving on the frog and we started marching and there were such good vibes, good grooves, and i couldn't believe how many people were there... it was incredible!... a packed street for miles and miles chanting no blood for oil, "weapons of mass distraction" signs... just nothing but numbers and truth. i had the time of my life.. i even watched the news that night which made slight mention that the world had millions and millions of people out protesting the great war for oil... and in the Vancouver Sun the next day on the front page there was a blond woman on a picnic bench wrapped in an American flag and and the background was blurred so you couldn't tell it it was 3 or 4 people behind her... the caption read "People in Calgary joined in a pro George Bush Rally".
SO a few hundred thousand people march for peace and 4 people sit apathetically in a park, and one is an anti war and the other is a pro George Bush and who gets the front page? alas nothing is heard.
As we know the war happened, who knows how many were killed, orphaned, maimed... counts seem to be in the millions, and it cost billions... probably a whole generation will never get over it.
What's happening @ the SRSS this fall...
Wednesday October 19- Jovana Golubovic playing with a double bass player Cameron Lewis will share the night with the 21 Tandem Repeats collective.
Wednesday October 26- Ginger and Moonshine with Special guests.... THE BEVELED EDGES!
WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 2- THE CAM AND JESSE SR SUPPER SHOW
Wednesday November 9- Tiny Tim Overdrive and the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective.
Wednesday November 16- The Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra
Wednesday November 23- Classical Revolution Vancouver
Wednesday November 30- Gogo Bonkers and the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective.
Wednesday December 7- Cam and Jesse Super Robertson Supper Show
Wednesday December 14- A Spectre Is Haunting Europe
Wednesday December 21- Chris Rzepa and the looping cello to join in the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective. Also give a homemade gift to a fellow human night.
Wednesday December 28- How to run a SRSS, a lecture by S Robertson.
I thought last weeks Super Robertson Supper Show was just fine and dandy, there perhaps was an element of cartilaginous fish... sharks that is. Sharks of course are great for oceans and metaphors alike. Just when i get all happy about closing down the SRSS and calling a good run a good run and letting the memory grow into something bigger than it actually was it seems there is a pack of hammerheads eager to try to keep the SRSS going in my absence... as if it was some fertile waters, a glorious feeding hole, or just another free gig and a chance to play music. The more i think about it, the more i realize, What the hell am i thinking about it for?, I'm done.
But what if a show were to go on in my name and the people running it didn't have the good sense to cane themselves after they loose their fucking minds... ahh all the little things to worry about. Who's writing the blog, who's filming other people and spending their time posting it, who's going to go lead a crew of people that have never met into a 3 chord song with a 2 chord chorus, who's going to leash the horn band, who's going to listen to complains from performers and audience members, who's going to tell people not to worry and just continue in the face of sure doom... I guess somebody will, or they won't and nobody will ever notice anyways.
quick fact: anybody could do a Supper Show any night of the week at any number of venues by just asking to try it.
quick fact 2: doing a regular gig is one king hell curse on your time and your psyche... it worked for me because... well you will have to wait for my lecture on "how to run a a Super Robertson Supper Show"
quick fact 3: the best thing for me is to kill this bastard... memories grow stronger with time.
quick fact 4: I never do what is best for me.
quick fact 5: Cast iron skillets used to be the leading source of iron in the North American diet!
That's a bad thing when you think of Teflon fry pans... cause that shit is toxic. I kind of want to punch myself in the face for using that Teflon pan that was all scratched up that i got from a garbage can when i went to university... I should have just got me one good cast iron pan... but then one of those idiot roommates of mine wouldn't have cleaned it properly or left it in the sink full of water and that would have caused all kinds of problems. A good cast iron skillet needs to be oiled and clean and free from water or it will oxidize... fancy word for rust. That's why iron skillets don't work with small minded mouth breathing students that believe they don't have time to clean properly.
A Super Robertson Supper Show is like a cast iron pan... solid and durable, multifunctional, it can make all kinds of dishes but if neglected will rust and become useless. Just another awkward weight in the cupboard that some crazy dame thinks needs to be shipped to the salvation army.
So the Supertones opened the show... the Supertones who were formerly a band with a name i could never spell, and then for a brief week were called "James Toren Johnson"... but now for this week seem to be called the Supertones.
This song is called "In this town again"
And then the 21 Tandem Repeats collective took the stage with the lineup we have been going with for a bit and we seem to be coming into our own... same bass and Guitar as the Supertones (Jan and Christopher), but we had Shawn on drums, a man who can play with me anytime anyplace always... and Jason Jones a versatile no maintenance "roll with the punches" piano player... also King Hell Player.
In a lot of ways I'm kind of glad we are coming to a peak as my time is coming to an end... all my other bands died a slow miserable death of broken promise and lost hopes, where this one could just stop playing when we are killing it and I'll be able to look back and think about that really wicked period that might not be marred by something rather negative (i should watch it there is lots of time left). Actually to be honest i think the 21 Tandem Repeats experience has really gotten it's shit together in the last couple of years and the big thing is that i now put people in positions in which they can succeed... that and playing with king hell drummers like Shawn Killaly and Tim Watson. Everything else is just choice of clothing kind of stuff. And by the way that all happened as a result of the SRSS... the lesson for me was, don't play a regular gig like the SRSS with a regular band, but rather have a "willing coalition" of people who can (very important) and want to (also important) play.
I think this is BOB STYLE, a song I wrote with Simian Special and we put on the Supersimian album "How the Tiger got Lionized". We basically wrote that album to have material for the SRSS lead by the track "70's rock @ the Railway", so i figured it a good idea to play some of the songs every once in a while:
And the song Nothing is heard, which will will always be hard to duplicate considering the version we spanked down on the album "One Little Dream"... that said good character on this version:
You see what happened was that my neighbour who actually wasn't my neighbour at the time but just a good friend gave me a wooden frog and told me to get down to the peace rally. Now i was always one who believed that protesting was a waste of time because nobody listens anyway, but i went down with my wife and young daughter. We got in near the Carnival Band and i got grooving on the frog and we started marching and there were such good vibes, good grooves, and i couldn't believe how many people were there... it was incredible!... a packed street for miles and miles chanting no blood for oil, "weapons of mass distraction" signs... just nothing but numbers and truth. i had the time of my life.. i even watched the news that night which made slight mention that the world had millions and millions of people out protesting the great war for oil... and in the Vancouver Sun the next day on the front page there was a blond woman on a picnic bench wrapped in an American flag and and the background was blurred so you couldn't tell it it was 3 or 4 people behind her... the caption read "People in Calgary joined in a pro George Bush Rally".
SO a few hundred thousand people march for peace and 4 people sit apathetically in a park, and one is an anti war and the other is a pro George Bush and who gets the front page? alas nothing is heard.
As we know the war happened, who knows how many were killed, orphaned, maimed... counts seem to be in the millions, and it cost billions... probably a whole generation will never get over it.
What's happening @ the SRSS this fall...
Wednesday October 19- Jovana Golubovic playing with a double bass player Cameron Lewis will share the night with the 21 Tandem Repeats collective.
Wednesday October 26- Ginger and Moonshine with Special guests.... THE BEVELED EDGES!
WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 2- THE CAM AND JESSE SR SUPPER SHOW
Wednesday November 9- Tiny Tim Overdrive and the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective.
Wednesday November 16- The Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra
Wednesday November 23- Classical Revolution Vancouver
Wednesday November 30- Gogo Bonkers and the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective.
Wednesday December 7- Cam and Jesse Super Robertson Supper Show
Wednesday December 14- A Spectre Is Haunting Europe
Wednesday December 21- Chris Rzepa and the looping cello to join in the 21 Tandem Repeats Collective. Also give a homemade gift to a fellow human night.
Wednesday December 28- How to run a SRSS, a lecture by S Robertson.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
October 5 re-cap
Hard to know where to go with this review... they started 20 minutes late, and then they gave a reason which was totally unacceptable to the SR mindset, but hey, what you going to do. Did i mention Cam did "The Man from Nantucket" poem again... move come quickly!
There were some good times for sure, and the intimate audience enjoyed the show. Jesse made up a birthday song for Ivan:
Classic Matheson... no denying he held court and entertained the audience, and that's what we are looking for... the less one hears about fecal matter and fucking ears with your own large male member the better I say.
If you want to do a burlesque show then i think mild nudity is acceptable... actually i have no problem with nakedness. I think in me it is a matter of rebellion... wear a suit look respectable... but the people that just stole all the money wear suits... shut up you, and look respectable, and don't be so paranoid and foolish, obey the laws for your protection.
Then the next question is why put on a show, and then review it, and then give it a bad review? That makes no sense in terms of expanding one's brand... you know building a following, a following you can sell stuff to, or get to vote for you in an exposure competition. Like a room full of people and you throw your ideas against the human mosaic and see what sticks and then refine that idea focusing on the ideas that brought people into the fold. Smells like shit eh! I'm just being facetious... and I'm sorry Cameron Dilworth was 20 minutes late starting the show because he had to take a shit, but in that case i think it is up to Jesse Matheson to play some music for a while until Cam comes out of labour and can join in like a normal human might.
Back in the old days of the SRSS when Alvaro had a gig we would just start playing the show @ 7:30 with the bass on stage and when he came he walked up on stage and started ripping it to what was going on, which was then shut down by a certain horn... ha ha ha we like to laugh. You see I'm almost mentally in Portland now and I'm on the yuk yuk express... lets bury this scene like a cat might do to something the size of a few batteries.
Why do I not care? I do, i just don't believe anybody else does, and i know that's not accurate, but what you believe and what is accurate can be miles apart. If what everybody believed was accurate then we might not have the problems we have with humanity... you know those little problems that fester, hidden, in plain view.
It's like Nothing is heard:
Nothing is Heard by superrobertson
For Wednesday October 12 we have James Toren Johnson and the 21 Tandem Repeats review. Essentially 2 hybrid bands sharing certain members... what could possibly go wrong. Tune in next week to find out!
On that note i have an idea... when James Toren Johnson hits the stage lets call it heckle night... also make sure you strike up a fine conversation with the person beside you.. sports people on the left of the bar, pop culture center, and conspiracy theorists on the right... really get into it, and if you are in the middle of a conspiracy theory and you think something sports related don't feel shy about shouting across the room to make your point. And then when 21 tandem repeats goes up lets call it listen and respond night. You will listen quietly and intently to the show and perhaps we could have a mild conversation about the song subject after much applause. Then and only then will we have collected our first data for our study on the effects of crowd attention and random volume to live performance satisfaction.
There were some good times for sure, and the intimate audience enjoyed the show. Jesse made up a birthday song for Ivan:
Classic Matheson... no denying he held court and entertained the audience, and that's what we are looking for... the less one hears about fecal matter and fucking ears with your own large male member the better I say.
If you want to do a burlesque show then i think mild nudity is acceptable... actually i have no problem with nakedness. I think in me it is a matter of rebellion... wear a suit look respectable... but the people that just stole all the money wear suits... shut up you, and look respectable, and don't be so paranoid and foolish, obey the laws for your protection.
Then the next question is why put on a show, and then review it, and then give it a bad review? That makes no sense in terms of expanding one's brand... you know building a following, a following you can sell stuff to, or get to vote for you in an exposure competition. Like a room full of people and you throw your ideas against the human mosaic and see what sticks and then refine that idea focusing on the ideas that brought people into the fold. Smells like shit eh! I'm just being facetious... and I'm sorry Cameron Dilworth was 20 minutes late starting the show because he had to take a shit, but in that case i think it is up to Jesse Matheson to play some music for a while until Cam comes out of labour and can join in like a normal human might.
Back in the old days of the SRSS when Alvaro had a gig we would just start playing the show @ 7:30 with the bass on stage and when he came he walked up on stage and started ripping it to what was going on, which was then shut down by a certain horn... ha ha ha we like to laugh. You see I'm almost mentally in Portland now and I'm on the yuk yuk express... lets bury this scene like a cat might do to something the size of a few batteries.
Why do I not care? I do, i just don't believe anybody else does, and i know that's not accurate, but what you believe and what is accurate can be miles apart. If what everybody believed was accurate then we might not have the problems we have with humanity... you know those little problems that fester, hidden, in plain view.
It's like Nothing is heard:
Nothing is Heard by superrobertson
For Wednesday October 12 we have James Toren Johnson and the 21 Tandem Repeats review. Essentially 2 hybrid bands sharing certain members... what could possibly go wrong. Tune in next week to find out!
On that note i have an idea... when James Toren Johnson hits the stage lets call it heckle night... also make sure you strike up a fine conversation with the person beside you.. sports people on the left of the bar, pop culture center, and conspiracy theorists on the right... really get into it, and if you are in the middle of a conspiracy theory and you think something sports related don't feel shy about shouting across the room to make your point. And then when 21 tandem repeats goes up lets call it listen and respond night. You will listen quietly and intently to the show and perhaps we could have a mild conversation about the song subject after much applause. Then and only then will we have collected our first data for our study on the effects of crowd attention and random volume to live performance satisfaction.
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
A Grade "A" SRSS last week.
Always great to have Genny Trigo out... Imagine a singer who knows all the words to all the songs, and gets it all right... almost an alien version of the Super Robertson Supper Show... why bother learning something when we can just wing it tends to be the way we roll... given everything I'd say we do OK. For the record, I have no problem with people learning things, I just gave up a long time ago and tried to focus my skills on adapting. Like playing guitar, you see, I could never find a pick when i needed one so i just learned to play without one always so that i wouldn't be inconvenienced by such a silly matter. I like a pick when i play bass however. Suits my bass style and saves a savage beating of the fingertips.
I have 2 videos and one is Genny's whole set, and the other is 21 Tandem Repeats with Genny whole set. The band this night consisted of Shawn Killaly, Willingdon Black, Christopher Johnson and Jan Toren... I guess I was there too... that's right Super R writing this blog right now... but who knows Earl Parrish or Sleuth Reporter Oalk Reece might write the next paragraph.
Genny Trigo:
Hear that fucking compressor on that god damn Zoom Q3... I hear it and my mind snaps into a rage and i think "I have to go back to analogue". Speaking of that i wonder if anybody takes old school 70's recording equipment and makes it stamp out digital... you probably need to hit a tape for real and then transfer, which turns the whole process into a monster job that's not worth doing. On that thought the Zoom Q3 has saved me a tone of time and made it possible for me do do this thing i do, for some reason. 3 More months of Super Robertson Supper Show for this old sport... it's funny all the response is "your going to have to do a supper show in Portland". To which i would have to say, there is really no point in doing something that you have already done. I did it cause i wanted to see what would happen and i got my answer... The big question is... Should i become Portland Al the 2nd? My given middle name is actually Allen, it was my Grandfathers middle name, but he used it as his name because his first name was Watson, and for some reason he didn't like that one... I guess he grew up in the Sherlock Holmes era and having the name Watson could have meant you were some second fiddle, or more likely he just got sick of fucking idiots coming up to him trying to quote Holmes when he was just trying to have a nice peaceful day.
The 21 tandem repeats Juggernaut:
We hit the song "The Voters Choice" off the top without Genny and then spanked down some songs I haven't played for a while. I'm really digging the Voters Choice lately... should probably record it being that it is election season, but as we say in the business "who the hell is going to listen to the shit SR is playing".
We had a good time for sure and i only really remember one time we went off the rails... not bad for a crew that had never played together before as a said unit. King hell props to Christopher J for standing in on piano, man started out on bass, went to guitar, and then stomped down piano... He actually kicked ass on drums one night if i remember correctly... I think it was Me, Him and Wildkat on a rotation of instruments... It's hard to remember what happened this morning... actually you know what happened this morning? i left the house on my bike @ 6:00am biked down the hill from Glen and 10th to Glen and Great Northern way and then realized i forgot my damn ipod and was looking at sorting mail for 2.5 hours listening to the atmosphere of the Post Office, and not A Ghost to Kill Again, or Bob Dylan, or Feist or Jim Guthrie... which is what i happened to listen to after i biked back up the hill to retrieve the said Ipod... of course i was sweating like a bastard at my sortation case, but i was in control of my audio destiny. That's the key folk's... being in control of you audio destiny... that must be how people survive commutes... well people who commute in cars are insane so who knows what they are thinking... do they think "Oh i can have more here and all i have to do is sacrifice a few more of my precious waking hours to get it"... "I'll just get on this highway and inch down a never ending line of vehicles for hours every day so i can have more".
I was actually in a line up coming back from Aldergrove the other day... solid cars from Aldergrove to Vancouver all of them stopping and starting, idling, and every once in a while a chance to accelerate for like 8 seconds, just enough to give a crazed brain hope that there might be motion only to be shut down again and see a shoe by the side of the road, and wishing you were that shoe with your rubbery sole turned upwards on the asphalt and not some fucking id jet idling in a car in a line with 200,000 others... all this energy and nobody going anywhere... nothing like a pack of individuals.
Where was I... i had so many points earlier today as i was skipping through the neighbourhoods getting Mail to the fine folks from the V5T postal code. Ok Fall lineup for SRSS almost complete...
For October 5
I'm rolling the dice on my guest. It's a couple of kids that I met at the Jonathan Richman concert. Can't remember there names but they seemed like the kinda go-getters that are going to make it out. As far as a theme goes....how about Thankful for Thanksgiving an ode to the hedonistic celebration of thanks.
-Jesse
I have 2 videos and one is Genny's whole set, and the other is 21 Tandem Repeats with Genny whole set. The band this night consisted of Shawn Killaly, Willingdon Black, Christopher Johnson and Jan Toren... I guess I was there too... that's right Super R writing this blog right now... but who knows Earl Parrish or Sleuth Reporter Oalk Reece might write the next paragraph.
Genny Trigo:
Hear that fucking compressor on that god damn Zoom Q3... I hear it and my mind snaps into a rage and i think "I have to go back to analogue". Speaking of that i wonder if anybody takes old school 70's recording equipment and makes it stamp out digital... you probably need to hit a tape for real and then transfer, which turns the whole process into a monster job that's not worth doing. On that thought the Zoom Q3 has saved me a tone of time and made it possible for me do do this thing i do, for some reason. 3 More months of Super Robertson Supper Show for this old sport... it's funny all the response is "your going to have to do a supper show in Portland". To which i would have to say, there is really no point in doing something that you have already done. I did it cause i wanted to see what would happen and i got my answer... The big question is... Should i become Portland Al the 2nd? My given middle name is actually Allen, it was my Grandfathers middle name, but he used it as his name because his first name was Watson, and for some reason he didn't like that one... I guess he grew up in the Sherlock Holmes era and having the name Watson could have meant you were some second fiddle, or more likely he just got sick of fucking idiots coming up to him trying to quote Holmes when he was just trying to have a nice peaceful day.
The 21 tandem repeats Juggernaut:
We hit the song "The Voters Choice" off the top without Genny and then spanked down some songs I haven't played for a while. I'm really digging the Voters Choice lately... should probably record it being that it is election season, but as we say in the business "who the hell is going to listen to the shit SR is playing".
We had a good time for sure and i only really remember one time we went off the rails... not bad for a crew that had never played together before as a said unit. King hell props to Christopher J for standing in on piano, man started out on bass, went to guitar, and then stomped down piano... He actually kicked ass on drums one night if i remember correctly... I think it was Me, Him and Wildkat on a rotation of instruments... It's hard to remember what happened this morning... actually you know what happened this morning? i left the house on my bike @ 6:00am biked down the hill from Glen and 10th to Glen and Great Northern way and then realized i forgot my damn ipod and was looking at sorting mail for 2.5 hours listening to the atmosphere of the Post Office, and not A Ghost to Kill Again, or Bob Dylan, or Feist or Jim Guthrie... which is what i happened to listen to after i biked back up the hill to retrieve the said Ipod... of course i was sweating like a bastard at my sortation case, but i was in control of my audio destiny. That's the key folk's... being in control of you audio destiny... that must be how people survive commutes... well people who commute in cars are insane so who knows what they are thinking... do they think "Oh i can have more here and all i have to do is sacrifice a few more of my precious waking hours to get it"... "I'll just get on this highway and inch down a never ending line of vehicles for hours every day so i can have more".
I was actually in a line up coming back from Aldergrove the other day... solid cars from Aldergrove to Vancouver all of them stopping and starting, idling, and every once in a while a chance to accelerate for like 8 seconds, just enough to give a crazed brain hope that there might be motion only to be shut down again and see a shoe by the side of the road, and wishing you were that shoe with your rubbery sole turned upwards on the asphalt and not some fucking id jet idling in a car in a line with 200,000 others... all this energy and nobody going anywhere... nothing like a pack of individuals.
Where was I... i had so many points earlier today as i was skipping through the neighbourhoods getting Mail to the fine folks from the V5T postal code. Ok Fall lineup for SRSS almost complete...
For October 5
I'm rolling the dice on my guest. It's a couple of kids that I met at the Jonathan Richman concert. Can't remember there names but they seemed like the kinda go-getters that are going to make it out. As far as a theme goes....how about Thankful for Thanksgiving an ode to the hedonistic celebration of thanks.
-Jesse
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