You ever hear the poem "There once was a man from Nantucket..."
Well if you came to last weeks SRSS you would have heard it twice... which gets you in the ballpark of what went down. It was the Cam and Jesse Gong show and lets just say the bell was a ringing... but that happens when you do the Super Robertson Supper Show. I think there is some part of the brain that short circuits when you are on stage and you are thinking you have to be entertaining and do something different, and it's about that time you lose your fucking mind and forget that you are a person armed with an arsenal of songs and all you have to do is just fucking play them... they don't even have to be weird, they can be beautiful. Submit to simple groove and simple melody when the going gets rough is one thing i tell myself...
A little story... there was a time I got naked at the SRSS, actually a couple of times, and i might add i am loath to bring this back into the conscience of the SRSS collective but i believe it is fitting as an exercise to learn... the ideal job for me is the one of a teacher.
It was a Burlesque show I put on backed by some mates... at one point in time my man SMASH had it up on the Internet (the audio). I would say it went really well.. it was a pure comedy piece with the punchline being me stripping down to these haggard worn pair of underwear. I was trying to be all sexy (which must have been hilarious in itself) and then cut to the bad old worn ginch. Unfortunately I had a "wardrobe malfunction" and ripped the damn underwear in half with the final exposure. That was fine... there was guffawing and much laughter.
My mistake came the next week... at the time to make the show more interesting I was writing fake fan mail to myself to read out at the show, and I thought it would be funny to write out a letter stating how people were very offended by the nudity in last weeks show... so I got a phony host to read the letter and the gag was that I was going to walk out right about the time the letter was getting really heated, and I would of course be naked in the middle of a "wardrobe change", because of course the SRSS was so "big" we needed wardrobe changes in the middle of the show. The whole event was a mindboggling failure which essentially ruined any standing I hadn't previously eroded in this town. Perhaps %20 of the people were listening to the letter, but everybody saw me stark naked casually standing there wondering if anybody had a pen.
Point is I did it because I was desparatly trying to make the show interesting and different, and sometimes interesting and different isn't what the brain needs to be thinking while managing a live SRSS... the reason you are there is because you are interesting and different... now lets hear some of your beautiful compositions.
Oddly enough I have a very interesting and different show lined up for tomorrow... I put an add in the paper looking for poets and i found some takers. Also this is the year I play piano so I have been working on some grooves that will fit poetry, and we have 1 king Hell drummer (Shawn Killaly), so the poetry stuff should be good.
This means of course that we shall have a stage piano at the SRSS this week so I'm putting the word out to s few piano players I know, and Shawn and I and JLS will be there, and we just recorded a new album so there are some tunes to spank down.
I call it an interesting and different show with variables, but the varaibles will be put into equations where they can work and flourish. There will be no nakedness and it will be essentially a "family" SRSS, except for the fact that it will take place in a bar... where minors are not permitted.
Other notes on last week: earlier in the day the Canadian Junior hockey team suffered a tragic defeat, that really killed the soul of the country... but later on The Crown Royals, a team i play for went into the third period down 3-0 but ended up taking the game 7-6.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Re-Cap of the last SRSS of 2010
C-Dub, also known as Constance White came down to play on this particular night. I asked her how she got the name C-Dub and apparently she has had some email correspondance with our good man Smash and he "dubbed" her C-Dub which is long for C W but short for Constance White... get it, got it , good.
C-Dub writes her stuff and this one is called My Opinion:
Then Super Robertson took the stage for some banter and some song playing... good old super steve was back there bobbing like a bouy in a winter storm in the Georgia Straight to the song "Famous person". It should also be noted that Super Steve met Super Robertson's wife CT, or partner as she prefers to be called, and the two of them were gabbing like teens at the roller rink. Good times for sure.
SR played a love song among others:
On Wednesday January 5 2011 we had the start of the third year of the can and Jesse show.... if you don't know what that means than I can't help you, I can only do what i do.
OK
C-Dub writes her stuff and this one is called My Opinion:
Then Super Robertson took the stage for some banter and some song playing... good old super steve was back there bobbing like a bouy in a winter storm in the Georgia Straight to the song "Famous person". It should also be noted that Super Steve met Super Robertson's wife CT, or partner as she prefers to be called, and the two of them were gabbing like teens at the roller rink. Good times for sure.
SR played a love song among others:
On Wednesday January 5 2011 we had the start of the third year of the can and Jesse show.... if you don't know what that means than I can't help you, I can only do what i do.
OK
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Last SRSS Blogaroo of 2010... December 22 Re-cap and the usual diversions and rah rah propaganda
Speaking of smiley faced... King Dinosaur had a good analogy to watching the Legion of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra... He laid it down as smiley face/sad face that keeps flipping every few minutes. Apparently and older English gentleman was standing beside KD taking in the show for about five minutes and then turned shook his head said "Utterly regrettable, absolutely terrible!" and then walked out the door and around the same time a local music journalist was telling me "I love these guys, this is insane". It all has to do with perspective. For sure a little horn jam goes a long way, but then again so few bands have anything relevant to say, some bands can play, and some bands play. I like the LFM horn orchestra... I like the concept, the words to the songs and the grand spirit in which they are presented. I like the interaction, the freedom, the art in the horns, the fact that old English "proper" folk are irritated by it and the fact that there are their are no horns playing with me anymore.
then they did a Christmas song:
For the 21 Tandem Repeats representation I grabbed Steve (drummer for LFM) and JLS (sound man)... and we laid down a set which I thought went pretty good. Reminds me of an interesting point and so why not a digression? Lucky or not? Am I lucky? I feel very fortunate to play with great people such as Steve and JLS. Let's research the word Lucky.
luck·y (lk)
adj. luck·i·er, luck·i·est
1. Having or attended by good luck. See Synonyms at happy.
2. Occurring by chance; fortuitous.
3. Believed to bring good luck: hoped to draw a lucky number.
To me Lucky is like finding a $20 bill on the sidewalk... your eyes bulge out of your head and you immediately fall on it feigning a stroke and then jam the bill in your pocket and carry on, perhaps stopping to get some ice for the new goose egg on your fore head. I have a little bit of a chip on my shoulder with the world lucky, but being a spiritual man (in terms of omens and jinxes) i don't want to appear on the wrong side of the fence when the great decision makers decide to exercise their wrath.
I should write a song about lucky... like the hockey player that puts on a hard fore check and the puck pops up in the crease for them to "bang one home" and the guy who never bothered to fore check once in his life calls the other player lucky... but the guy who scored the goal doesn't give a shit what you call it as long as the red light goes on.
I guess if somebody calls you lucky it means you are living the good life, so don't go changing, and if you detect a little sense of bitterness in the one calling you lucky just remember that that is something that that person has to live with.
in the end it's all just memories:
digital ones at that
what can i say? I'm just a wishing machine.
Last show of the year
we have C-dub from Calgary and Super Robertson from Vancouver as far as i know but things at the SRSS are subject to change... maybe i"ll get lucky and have a band tomorrow, or maybe I'll get lucky and have a chance to run over a few more complicated numbers as a solo artist.
Happy Holiday folks... and don't go changin', I won't.
SR
BTW i Noticed that some guy named Super Robinson is on some poster for the show tomorrow... quick tip from a borderline illiterate OK. There is this thing called Google Search... you can find who you need there... and then you can copy and paste the name of the person and then put it on your poster... It's amazing... you're going to love it! And ladies and Gentlemen that's why you tune in to the SRSS blog... you get real advice for this real world.
then they did a Christmas song:
For the 21 Tandem Repeats representation I grabbed Steve (drummer for LFM) and JLS (sound man)... and we laid down a set which I thought went pretty good. Reminds me of an interesting point and so why not a digression? Lucky or not? Am I lucky? I feel very fortunate to play with great people such as Steve and JLS. Let's research the word Lucky.
luck·y (lk)
adj. luck·i·er, luck·i·est
1. Having or attended by good luck. See Synonyms at happy.
2. Occurring by chance; fortuitous.
3. Believed to bring good luck: hoped to draw a lucky number.
To me Lucky is like finding a $20 bill on the sidewalk... your eyes bulge out of your head and you immediately fall on it feigning a stroke and then jam the bill in your pocket and carry on, perhaps stopping to get some ice for the new goose egg on your fore head. I have a little bit of a chip on my shoulder with the world lucky, but being a spiritual man (in terms of omens and jinxes) i don't want to appear on the wrong side of the fence when the great decision makers decide to exercise their wrath.
I should write a song about lucky... like the hockey player that puts on a hard fore check and the puck pops up in the crease for them to "bang one home" and the guy who never bothered to fore check once in his life calls the other player lucky... but the guy who scored the goal doesn't give a shit what you call it as long as the red light goes on.
I guess if somebody calls you lucky it means you are living the good life, so don't go changing, and if you detect a little sense of bitterness in the one calling you lucky just remember that that is something that that person has to live with.
in the end it's all just memories:
digital ones at that
what can i say? I'm just a wishing machine.
Last show of the year
we have C-dub from Calgary and Super Robertson from Vancouver as far as i know but things at the SRSS are subject to change... maybe i"ll get lucky and have a band tomorrow, or maybe I'll get lucky and have a chance to run over a few more complicated numbers as a solo artist.
Happy Holiday folks... and don't go changin', I won't.
SR
BTW i Noticed that some guy named Super Robinson is on some poster for the show tomorrow... quick tip from a borderline illiterate OK. There is this thing called Google Search... you can find who you need there... and then you can copy and paste the name of the person and then put it on your poster... It's amazing... you're going to love it! And ladies and Gentlemen that's why you tune in to the SRSS blog... you get real advice for this real world.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
December 15 Re-Cap... some sissy gibbering and another shameless plug for the next show.
Super Robertson and Tiny Tim Overdrive together at last... Yes it was another king hell night at the Super Robertson Supper show last week for sure. The Canucks posted an overtime victory... and the SRSS went into overtime as well with a fine set by the Gizbah himself. Mind you we only went into overtime because the sound man had to attend a pre game ceremony honouring the Super Robertson Supper Show greats from 2007 and hence was late getting up from ice level.
Tiny Tim Overdrive are a really fun band and they brought half the city with them. They play awesome cover songs with ukuleles... as you may or may not know I do have a reasonable paranoia of posting cover songs on youtube. My general policy is to record what I can and process what I can after asking artists if they want me to record and post their music... and then, after the fact when it is posted I can delete or alter things to make everybody happy.
It's funny, I bought this digital recorder to save me time but it seems like now everything is bizarre with the whole process.. I tend to be working out of Quicktime making all kinds of files some of them acceptable and others not so much, and I'll be a monkey's uncle to know which is which. My cousin reminds me of the time I declared that "computers will be the downfall of society" as a friendly jab to point out all the damn time i do spend on a shithole computer... point taken and point still made I say.
Anyhoo it's late and I can attempt to process no more video at this time so we will have to wish you all the best for the holiday season and serve notice that the Legion Of Flying Monkeys Horn Orchestra is set honk their hearts out at the SRSS on Wednesday December 22 as part of the Railway staff people kind of Christmas party. ( **** production note... I wonder what an autotune pedal would sound like on one of those horns). Then I will set up a bastard version of 21 Tandem Repeats after the LFM to play a quick slick set as a bridge into the later evening.
I do feel bad for only getting the one video done for the show and the blog... my commitment to caring about the show and the blog of the show is rather bizarre I would say... there could be a form of mental illness that I have. It's just a little free show!
Not that i always take good advise but here are 2 good reasons I should never be out too late:
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
December 8 Re-Cap ukulele bands and royalty from back east
Tannis Slimmon and Lewis Melville came in and played a perfect supper show. All cylinders were operating and the crisp passing play of musical melody warmed the hearts of all of those Canadian kids out in the audience. If you missed the show you missed a real Gem of an hour... worth every penny of it's free.
Speaking of pennies I hear the Mint is considering stopping making them... they are worth a cent but cost a cent and a half to make and nobody gives a shit about them. Sure. i should probably stick to Supper Show material and not delve into politics... I believe people want to hear me talk about the Supper Show... because hey, I have won the annual SRSS "Observant Kingpin" award on 3 separate occasions. I Understand SRSS's and my opinion that "those rich, self serving, conveniently religious, fundamentalist quacks that run the joint" aren't going to spend the money they save on stamping pennies in a manner in which I approve of.
OK check this:
I feel better now. I knew the call of the Sandhill Crane, but for once in my life I just shut the fuck up and let somebody else take us down the path... which was a smart move by myself... and considering I had just nailed a rooster and hit a pileated woodpecker at perhaps an inopportune moment, I was already over the line if you know what I mean. The first time i saw a Sandhill Crane was over Thanksgiving weekend up at Tiny marsh... or in a farmers field by Tiny Marsh to be exact. It's near Elmville Ontario in Simcoe county. Three of them came flying in and at first I thought I was looking at Canada geese but as they got closer and closer they became bigger and bigger. One last fact: Tiny Township is next to Tay township and the two townships are named after dogs of some English royal couple.
*** Hey Super Steve (super steve has no sound on his computer)... that last paragraph had to do with the song that was played by Tannis and Lewis... The crowd was called to make animal sounds and then in mid song Lewis Broke it down with a sandhill crane call... you would have been proud of me.
Where was I?
I'll have to admit, was a bit nervous going down... I was walking in there straight faced and saying OK Lewis Melville your playing with me. Lewis Melville: Cell Biologist, Multi-instrumentalist, songwriter and producer who was born in Saskatchewan, immediately accepted that as the best idea available and we started the show:
Then i smartly go the hell out of dodge and let the people play:
Tell me that's not fantastic.
And then of course I made everybody finish the show with me... Notice Fire-Man, who had just come in from outside to discuss an issue with Ed.
And Tomorrow on December 15 2010 we have the Tiny Tim Overdrive:
As well as Super Robertson and a man called Ian.
this guy:
Speaking of pennies I hear the Mint is considering stopping making them... they are worth a cent but cost a cent and a half to make and nobody gives a shit about them. Sure. i should probably stick to Supper Show material and not delve into politics... I believe people want to hear me talk about the Supper Show... because hey, I have won the annual SRSS "Observant Kingpin" award on 3 separate occasions. I Understand SRSS's and my opinion that "those rich, self serving, conveniently religious, fundamentalist quacks that run the joint" aren't going to spend the money they save on stamping pennies in a manner in which I approve of.
OK check this:
I feel better now. I knew the call of the Sandhill Crane, but for once in my life I just shut the fuck up and let somebody else take us down the path... which was a smart move by myself... and considering I had just nailed a rooster and hit a pileated woodpecker at perhaps an inopportune moment, I was already over the line if you know what I mean. The first time i saw a Sandhill Crane was over Thanksgiving weekend up at Tiny marsh... or in a farmers field by Tiny Marsh to be exact. It's near Elmville Ontario in Simcoe county. Three of them came flying in and at first I thought I was looking at Canada geese but as they got closer and closer they became bigger and bigger. One last fact: Tiny Township is next to Tay township and the two townships are named after dogs of some English royal couple.
*** Hey Super Steve (super steve has no sound on his computer)... that last paragraph had to do with the song that was played by Tannis and Lewis... The crowd was called to make animal sounds and then in mid song Lewis Broke it down with a sandhill crane call... you would have been proud of me.
Where was I?
I'll have to admit, was a bit nervous going down... I was walking in there straight faced and saying OK Lewis Melville your playing with me. Lewis Melville: Cell Biologist, Multi-instrumentalist, songwriter and producer who was born in Saskatchewan, immediately accepted that as the best idea available and we started the show:
Then i smartly go the hell out of dodge and let the people play:
Tell me that's not fantastic.
And then of course I made everybody finish the show with me... Notice Fire-Man, who had just come in from outside to discuss an issue with Ed.
And Tomorrow on December 15 2010 we have the Tiny Tim Overdrive:
As well as Super Robertson and a man called Ian.
this guy:
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
December 1 re cap and December 8 promo blast and perhaps a rage on technology
Before i lose my mind let me start by saying we have a wonderful show for you tomorrow night on December 8 2010. From Guelph Ontario the Super Robertson Supper Show is proud to host the first stop on her western canadian tour: Tannis Slimmon who will be joined by Lewis Melville who is a Guelph, Ontario multi-instrumentalist (guitars, banjo, pedal steel, bass, mandolin), composer, and producer. He is also the man that has a Rheostatics album named in his honour... that would be the album Melville I believe.
I always like it when the SRSS gets to host touring acts: Ruth Minnikin, Jen Militia, Owen Steel, Khristian Mizzi, Tiger Prawn... to name a few. They seem to be some of the better shows... some new blood from out of town who are happy as a pig in shit to just have a gig to play. It is one of the things that i really like about doing the SRSS... a chanced to help people out and present some cool music to people who didn't know what was about to hit them.
What happened last week: I think i recall a Mason Raymond hat trick to power the Canucks to victory.
Some stuff happened on stage to:
Well probably not the best idea for me to go off on technology rage at this point in time... what purpose would that serve? The bottom line is that everything human is hopelessly screwed in order to fall in line with the mighty dollar. Now if you are smart enough or work hard enough or are lucky enough you can get yourself enough money and in fact insulate yourself from this reality... for a while... did i just start a rage? I guess i did.
I love my parents and they are great people and they worked hard all of their lives to provide me with the best of everything so that i could go out into the world and "succeed". Which i guess i did, somehow... some days i feel like the character in that Talking Head's song "Once in a lifetime". Anyhoo i just finished a record this weekend and i have been very pleased about what happened... i was so happy i mentioned it to my parents who then reminded me about "that thing" with the simple question "Do you make any money doing that?"... And i go from euphoria to mid life crisis... what happens when men hit their mid life crisis... do they buy a convertable and drive to Las Vegas? Even as a middle aged man i can't fit in anywhere.
I always like it when the SRSS gets to host touring acts: Ruth Minnikin, Jen Militia, Owen Steel, Khristian Mizzi, Tiger Prawn... to name a few. They seem to be some of the better shows... some new blood from out of town who are happy as a pig in shit to just have a gig to play. It is one of the things that i really like about doing the SRSS... a chanced to help people out and present some cool music to people who didn't know what was about to hit them.
What happened last week: I think i recall a Mason Raymond hat trick to power the Canucks to victory.
Some stuff happened on stage to:
Well probably not the best idea for me to go off on technology rage at this point in time... what purpose would that serve? The bottom line is that everything human is hopelessly screwed in order to fall in line with the mighty dollar. Now if you are smart enough or work hard enough or are lucky enough you can get yourself enough money and in fact insulate yourself from this reality... for a while... did i just start a rage? I guess i did.
I love my parents and they are great people and they worked hard all of their lives to provide me with the best of everything so that i could go out into the world and "succeed". Which i guess i did, somehow... some days i feel like the character in that Talking Head's song "Once in a lifetime". Anyhoo i just finished a record this weekend and i have been very pleased about what happened... i was so happy i mentioned it to my parents who then reminded me about "that thing" with the simple question "Do you make any money doing that?"... And i go from euphoria to mid life crisis... what happens when men hit their mid life crisis... do they buy a convertable and drive to Las Vegas? Even as a middle aged man i can't fit in anywhere.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
SRSS Movember 24th re-cap
Let me tell you a story... another one about "The Pike" AKA Super Steve. If you recall he was given that name because he likes to stay in the reeds (the back of the room) out of the "pressure zone" (Where one might be called to the stage).
When i came into the club, Super Steve was up by the side bar having a fine dinner and the lovely bartender Shannon said "Steve you should go and sing with the choir"... to which Steve replied "I don't sing"... But yet it was around the time we did "ride em high" and then "Let it be" that the old pike was taking to the choir like a flatfish but yet once hooked there was no fight. His baratone voice was gaining confidence as the night went on...
There were some other folks that got sucked into the sing along, which i guess is the idea...
On Wednesday December 1st we have the Cameron Dilworth and Jesse Mathison Supper Show as they finish up their 2nd year of doing the SRSS on the first Wednesday of the month.
When i came into the club, Super Steve was up by the side bar having a fine dinner and the lovely bartender Shannon said "Steve you should go and sing with the choir"... to which Steve replied "I don't sing"... But yet it was around the time we did "ride em high" and then "Let it be" that the old pike was taking to the choir like a flatfish but yet once hooked there was no fight. His baratone voice was gaining confidence as the night went on...
There were some other folks that got sucked into the sing along, which i guess is the idea...
On Wednesday December 1st we have the Cameron Dilworth and Jesse Mathison Supper Show as they finish up their 2nd year of doing the SRSS on the first Wednesday of the month.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Movember 17 re-cap
First night with the new Zoom Q3:
I had big plans to try to get some company to sponsor me to get the use of a camera for this purpose. Sometimes it seems like a thousand miles of space between what i do and what i mean to do but that's the way we roll around here. What do you think of the quality? If anything it saves me time... like a lot of it... the old me had to load the tape footage into the computer in real time before i was able to cut it up... and there was increasing amount of errors most likely due to the fact that computers are designed to force you into the latest products by decreasing the support of older models. This fact enrages me to no end, but being a martyr at the expense of your own diminished free time is silly.
In the end it's all just memory... would you care to discuss that? ****
Quizz- Tell me where that quote is from and win a free copy of the upcoming 21 Tandem Repeats CD "One little dream".
Back to last week... Angela had to leave the stage suddenly so her band kicked into some grooves so i hit "It's just a touch of pepper":
And then JLS and SR kept the party going with a few numbers one of them being the latest SR Jones song The Choice of Voters.
Then we wrapped it up with a mash up... the audience determined that the subject be sex and globalization.
This Wednesday Movember 24th we have Queen Anna and the SRSS Choir also know as the Local Vocals Choir. Show from 7-8:30PM... band plays classic songs and all are welcome to sing... lyric sheets provided.
I had big plans to try to get some company to sponsor me to get the use of a camera for this purpose. Sometimes it seems like a thousand miles of space between what i do and what i mean to do but that's the way we roll around here. What do you think of the quality? If anything it saves me time... like a lot of it... the old me had to load the tape footage into the computer in real time before i was able to cut it up... and there was increasing amount of errors most likely due to the fact that computers are designed to force you into the latest products by decreasing the support of older models. This fact enrages me to no end, but being a martyr at the expense of your own diminished free time is silly.
In the end it's all just memory... would you care to discuss that? ****
Quizz- Tell me where that quote is from and win a free copy of the upcoming 21 Tandem Repeats CD "One little dream".
Back to last week... Angela had to leave the stage suddenly so her band kicked into some grooves so i hit "It's just a touch of pepper":
And then JLS and SR kept the party going with a few numbers one of them being the latest SR Jones song The Choice of Voters.
Then we wrapped it up with a mash up... the audience determined that the subject be sex and globalization.
This Wednesday Movember 24th we have Queen Anna and the SRSS Choir also know as the Local Vocals Choir. Show from 7-8:30PM... band plays classic songs and all are welcome to sing... lyric sheets provided.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Movember 10th re-Cap
Last week Shawn Killaly, Super Robertson, JLS, Chris Johnson, Fire-Man and the audience of poets put on a show to a full house... It was a double poem moment night, and if you don't know what that means i can no longer help you... how does the saying go... you can lead a horse to water but you can't make it drink? For the record "poem moment" is when the audience writes a poem by passing around a sheet of paper and the group has to preform it over improv grooves.
For the most part the show consisted of Shawn and I running through the set that was written on a coffee filter so that we would have proper preparation for our recording session that happened over the last weekend. Would you go into a studio without any rehearsal? We essentially did, which i believe worked in our favour and i'll blood any bastard that say's otherwise... To be perfectly honest i believe not being a band in the traditional sense is the way to roll for a guy like myself, and doing the Super Robertson Supper show for years has trained me well to understand the elements needed... a lot of philosophy for sure but i just remembered something i have to do.
On Movember 17 the SRSS special guest is Angela Latham and apparently she is up for some improv... so lets get some poets noses down and do this right.
Did you ever hear my poem about noses?
People who put their nose in things that break noses
end up with broken noses
A little bone Scarborough wisdom for you all... now i have to get me some free tickets...
For the most part the show consisted of Shawn and I running through the set that was written on a coffee filter so that we would have proper preparation for our recording session that happened over the last weekend. Would you go into a studio without any rehearsal? We essentially did, which i believe worked in our favour and i'll blood any bastard that say's otherwise... To be perfectly honest i believe not being a band in the traditional sense is the way to roll for a guy like myself, and doing the Super Robertson Supper show for years has trained me well to understand the elements needed... a lot of philosophy for sure but i just remembered something i have to do.
On Movember 17 the SRSS special guest is Angela Latham and apparently she is up for some improv... so lets get some poets noses down and do this right.
Did you ever hear my poem about noses?
People who put their nose in things that break noses
end up with broken noses
A little bone Scarborough wisdom for you all... now i have to get me some free tickets...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Hot damn another week us upon us... Last week re-cap
Caleb Stull, kingpin of the band Parlour Steps was there to play a few fine tunes
I was given the business for a bit about my last minute, 11th hour supper show notifications and i had big plans but here we are at 12:23 am in the morning of the night of the next supper show. In a perfect world things would be different, but lets face it the world is far from perfect, and its imperfection is a thing that can bring great joy and entertainment if you look at it from the right angle.
TODAY... November 10th Shawn Killaly and I are rehearsing for a rapidly approaching studio session... I am about to test a few of my theories about how to make a good recording and it has to do with taking the old 4 track mentality into a place with greater clarity and more options than a 4 track recorder.
I heard they had a space program when you sing they can't hear there's no air
Sometimes i think i kind of like that place other time i think that I'm already there
-They Might Be Giants
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
October 28 re-cap
It was the Queen Anna and the local Vocals choir doing band night at the Super Robertson Supper Show on this night... Super Steve was slowly digesting the fact that his team was going down to defeat in the World Series, and it would be Stan in fact that would take home the hundred big ones. There was some slight hand wringing and a few whispers of faint hope, but as a veteran sports fan you know when a good team gets the hammer it's a bad omen.
It was an acoustic choir band that was perhaps a bit more folky than the amplified version from the month before but there was a good group and good times were had by all. Some people like to sing and i think it's great that they came and had a great time. I was talking with King Dinosaur after the show about the evolution of the Super Robertson Supper Show... he is a man that has been around long enough not to react to changes on a week to week basis... it's all part of the grand scheme of things like when that GM of a hockey team goes into the free agent season but then looks in the mirror, dose a Fonze, and says aaaahh! everything is OK.
Prediction of the night from King Dinosaur... just so we get it in print: The next time the Boston Bruins raise the Stanley Cup the first man to touch it will be Milan Lucic.
In an odd note there were some members from my hockey team that came down to see me play some music, but of course it was Choir sing-a-long night so i told them to grab some sheets and get in on it... that went over like can i say a Led Zepplin.
Tomorrow Night is a Jesse matheson birthday Bash at the SRSS hosted by Camille Dangworth and Jose Mouthasin.
It was an acoustic choir band that was perhaps a bit more folky than the amplified version from the month before but there was a good group and good times were had by all. Some people like to sing and i think it's great that they came and had a great time. I was talking with King Dinosaur after the show about the evolution of the Super Robertson Supper Show... he is a man that has been around long enough not to react to changes on a week to week basis... it's all part of the grand scheme of things like when that GM of a hockey team goes into the free agent season but then looks in the mirror, dose a Fonze, and says aaaahh! everything is OK.
Prediction of the night from King Dinosaur... just so we get it in print: The next time the Boston Bruins raise the Stanley Cup the first man to touch it will be Milan Lucic.
In an odd note there were some members from my hockey team that came down to see me play some music, but of course it was Choir sing-a-long night so i told them to grab some sheets and get in on it... that went over like can i say a Led Zepplin.
Tomorrow Night is a Jesse matheson birthday Bash at the SRSS hosted by Camille Dangworth and Jose Mouthasin.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
October 20th re-cap
Rachel Davis started the Super Robertson Supper Show.
21 tandem repeats finished it
Thanks to Snapshot for the video and to the Rachel Davis film crew as well.
I was kind of under the weather and in one of those questioning why i even bother kind of moods, and as a result there were no curtain pulls and such. The old me never would have tolerated such insolence, but we did all right none the less. The old old me would have thought it necessary to put up 200 posters on the rainy streets of Vancouver for just such an occasion, so i like the new me just fine.
On October 27 we have Queen Anna and The Supper Show Singers... and you can be a Supper Show singer too if you want, just show up grab a lyric sheet and join in. Show from 7-8:30PM... last month was a blast so what could possibly go wrong? Later on our man D. Trevlon will be playing at the Railway as part of the Vancouver city Limits night... i don't know if you heard but D Trevlon was listed on craigslist as one of the Railway Staffs top picks when they got together for beers to define Vancouver's best live acts.
21 tandem repeats finished it
Thanks to Snapshot for the video and to the Rachel Davis film crew as well.
I was kind of under the weather and in one of those questioning why i even bother kind of moods, and as a result there were no curtain pulls and such. The old me never would have tolerated such insolence, but we did all right none the less. The old old me would have thought it necessary to put up 200 posters on the rainy streets of Vancouver for just such an occasion, so i like the new me just fine.
On October 27 we have Queen Anna and The Supper Show Singers... and you can be a Supper Show singer too if you want, just show up grab a lyric sheet and join in. Show from 7-8:30PM... last month was a blast so what could possibly go wrong? Later on our man D. Trevlon will be playing at the Railway as part of the Vancouver city Limits night... i don't know if you heard but D Trevlon was listed on craigslist as one of the Railway Staffs top picks when they got together for beers to define Vancouver's best live acts.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
October 13th re-cap
Wednesday the 13th, nothing unlucky about this night, 2 fine acts, 2 good hockey games... if i recall correctly it was a fabulous day as well. October kind of day... crisp and sharp... sun not too high but lighting the slight colours in the trees against the blue sky. Next thing you know it was time to feed the kids and get the hell down to the SRSS. Caught some of the Toronto Pittsburgh game at home(Internet streaming) and heard from Super Steve that they held on for the victory when i got to the club. For some bizarre reason there was a little bit of a late start at the SRSS this evening but when it got going Christopher Johnson put on a fine set of solo acoustic singer songwriter tunes... all great Fire-Man agreed, but Fire-Man also thought he should talk more and engage the audience rather than just being excellent at playing and singing music. Next thing you Know Fire-Man is on stage on the other Mic conducting an interview with the said performer in an effort to get the performer to enlighten the audience on the story of his life. It came out that Chris is about to go into a studio to record an album and this show was a chance to "road test", or should i say "SR supper show" test the songs. Shortly thereafter there was about 8 of us on stage 4 doing one part of a symphony, 4 doing the other, and Chris singing the song... then it was time for the LFM.
Old Fat religious White people rule the world, Burn the man (i jumped up and played a horn part), Aliens, a Jam, LFM SRSS theme song #2 were all hit and there were good time had by all. When Fire-Man made the crowd chant "Steve, Steve, Steve..." to encourage a drum solo i went back to hit the can and on the way out i ran into "the mole" and we got talking about song technique, and then i believe the Canucks went on a power play, and then i heard Fire-man calling me and then trying to razz me for watching hockey... but they were doing well and on a roll so i sat back in the reeds and let the show carry on letting my vocal symphony part and horn honking experience be my participation in the show... i think it's bad form to be up there every time all the time. That's my story for now and I'm stuck in it, but i must say the LFM had a wonderful flute player named Melissa out and she was playing some very cool stuff.
Tomorrow we have Vancouver/Chicago and on the stage we have Rachel L Davis and 21 Tandem Repeats. I believe Rachel L Davis will be a trio, and 21TR will be a trio or a quartet backed by ace drummer Shawn Killaly... depending on who shows up 21TR could easily be more (add a few singers or such).
Be good.
Old Fat religious White people rule the world, Burn the man (i jumped up and played a horn part), Aliens, a Jam, LFM SRSS theme song #2 were all hit and there were good time had by all. When Fire-Man made the crowd chant "Steve, Steve, Steve..." to encourage a drum solo i went back to hit the can and on the way out i ran into "the mole" and we got talking about song technique, and then i believe the Canucks went on a power play, and then i heard Fire-man calling me and then trying to razz me for watching hockey... but they were doing well and on a roll so i sat back in the reeds and let the show carry on letting my vocal symphony part and horn honking experience be my participation in the show... i think it's bad form to be up there every time all the time. That's my story for now and I'm stuck in it, but i must say the LFM had a wonderful flute player named Melissa out and she was playing some very cool stuff.
Tomorrow we have Vancouver/Chicago and on the stage we have Rachel L Davis and 21 Tandem Repeats. I believe Rachel L Davis will be a trio, and 21TR will be a trio or a quartet backed by ace drummer Shawn Killaly... depending on who shows up 21TR could easily be more (add a few singers or such).
Be good.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Big night at the SRSS on October 13
Hell last week was one excellent show if i don't say so for Cam and Jesse. Good crowd, good music, good guest, good awkward comedy... the whole shebang. And let me tell you if the new imovie wasn't such a useless, loathsome program we would have more video up right about now showcasing last weeks Super Robertson Supper Show. How does it happen that a company could have a simple great little program with some very useful features, and then in time weed out all the good and concentrate on all the useless, and become suddenly user unfriendly?
Tomorrow, on the 13th of October there will be Christopher Johnson solo performance at the Supper Show and The Legion of Flying Monkeys perform at the Super Robertson Supper Show
Which means of course that Super R will be free to watch the Canucks game at the side bar with the Pike, and as the song goes "the Super Robertson supper show, it's the place where my friends all go, like Super Steve and King Dinosaur with one eye on the show and one eye on the score".
For the record Super Steve last week asked me about the Leafs this year, and i laid down my take on the events (Haven't had a goalie since Belfour, and they got rid of most of the indifference and replaced them with young players eager to prove, rather than the Leafs classic move to sign overpaid has been, so at least it's not the same old same old...) and i noticed Super Steve started laughing, not in an "at me" kind of way but rather in a way a sports fan recognizes another true fan and their relationship with their native home team. But alas, i pay taxes in Vancouver, and i have lived here for 17 years and there is always room in my heart for another team that has yet to win a championship in my 40 year old life. Could be one of the better years in a while for a guy like myself. It is kind of weird when you think of it, how the idea of the home team, has been diluted by professional sports league marketing. When was a kid everybody loved the home team, if you showed up to school in a "Mike Bossy" sweater you might risk taking the beats... now it is just natural to wear the merchandise of the team you have chosen to root for as a measure of your loyalty.
Would the kids today get this:
Hey another video has magically appeared... somehow the auto focus got taken off but Kevin Tuffy is good to listen to none the less:
Tomorrow, on the 13th of October there will be Christopher Johnson solo performance at the Supper Show and The Legion of Flying Monkeys perform at the Super Robertson Supper Show
Which means of course that Super R will be free to watch the Canucks game at the side bar with the Pike, and as the song goes "the Super Robertson supper show, it's the place where my friends all go, like Super Steve and King Dinosaur with one eye on the show and one eye on the score".
For the record Super Steve last week asked me about the Leafs this year, and i laid down my take on the events (Haven't had a goalie since Belfour, and they got rid of most of the indifference and replaced them with young players eager to prove, rather than the Leafs classic move to sign overpaid has been, so at least it's not the same old same old...) and i noticed Super Steve started laughing, not in an "at me" kind of way but rather in a way a sports fan recognizes another true fan and their relationship with their native home team. But alas, i pay taxes in Vancouver, and i have lived here for 17 years and there is always room in my heart for another team that has yet to win a championship in my 40 year old life. Could be one of the better years in a while for a guy like myself. It is kind of weird when you think of it, how the idea of the home team, has been diluted by professional sports league marketing. When was a kid everybody loved the home team, if you showed up to school in a "Mike Bossy" sweater you might risk taking the beats... now it is just natural to wear the merchandise of the team you have chosen to root for as a measure of your loyalty.
Would the kids today get this:
Hey another video has magically appeared... somehow the auto focus got taken off but Kevin Tuffy is good to listen to none the less:
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Coming up next: Haggnm Dangworth and Jose Mouthasson
Haggnm Dangworth and Jose Mouthasson are set to do another one of their patented Supper Shows and word has it that they have Shawn Killaly on drums. I happened to play a show with Shawn on the weekend so i got the scoop. I believe I'll head down and if i get the call I'm a gonna try out my latest number called "Bold Point Road".
Haggnm Dangworth and Jose Mouthasson came down to the Super Robertson Supper Show last week on my urging as i was trying to pad the Local Vocals Choir with more singers, but we had a good turnout so they were free to swill beer in the back... Fire-Man (my other plant, but a more natural schill) and myself were swilling up front with the lyric sheets and hearts full of love.
Which begs the question... what happened last week?
Stage piano, upright bass, slide guitar, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, accordion and banjo and 15-20 singers doing "You ain't going nowwhere", "those were the days", "ring of fire", "come together", "What a way to go", "nine pound hammer", 'angle from Montgomery", "las Mananitas" and "killing the blues". Our faithful Choir leader, Queen Anna, had lyric sheets ready to go for all and i believe we had a blast. The latest feature of the Super Robertson Supper Show on the last Wednesday of the month from 7:00-8:30 PM.
OK
that's it for this blog today... unless you want to hear a story about pike fishing and nude swimming north of Cochrane Ontario, years ago.
So Super Steve,
there was some Junior Ranger Jamboree happening when i was 17, which of course is the age one would be if one were a junior ranger, as was I. Of course that was a long time ago, when i was much lighter and a lot less defeated... but as the saying goes, "you can't change the bed you are in, so you may as well just get use to stubbin' in it". Now i am just confused.. blogging is a jackass sport...
Somehow i ended up in a pickup truck with a few people, rather than the big van with most of the Junior Rangers, and i believe we stopped by a typical norther Ontario lake (beautiful stuff) and then we tried 5 casts each in search of the monster Pike, or tasty pickerel. On around cast 3 i snagged a log with one of my "flatfish", an orange lure with hooks all over it that could snag anything.
Mine was like the one on the bottom:
I'll always remember being at the Racicots cottage and trying to walk through the woods to the lake with a flatfish on my rod... it hooks everything... trees, leaves and then you will get one hook in your finger trying to free it from leaves and then you will get hooked again trying to unhook yourself... next thing you know it is in your sisters hair and all hell has broken out.
So by around the third cast, as the story was going, i snag a log, and I'm down to my last few flatfish, and i think there is good fishing where I'm going and boats (canoe it would be) so you can get away from the loggy shoreline. Clearly you can see that i need that flatfish.... so i have to get it... so i have to go swimming and then the logical problem... do i want wet underwear in the truck for the next portion of the ride... clearly not... I'll have to go naked. Just to clarify one issue here... i was not worried about being naked but the debate was more over "did i want my exposed male member wriggling around in the reeds where the pike with their serious fucking teeth are ready to attack
I figured i could man it up, and did of course.. BTW the fish in the photo came out of the Congo River (as a natural scientist i needed to make that clear) but when you are naked in the lake out under water digging your flatfish out from a log and into your finger that is the visual image you keep thinking you see out of the corner of your eye. At least it keeps your mind off leeches and beaver fever bacterium...
So i got my lure back and all i needed was to dry off so i needed to be in the sun, and to get to the point, i ended up standing naked on a poll that supported a guard rail of the highway because it was the easiest on the feet, could keep the feet dry, was in the sun, could pass the drying time with some balancing exercises, could keep the feet away from annoying dirt... you get the picture right... all solid good ideas... so of course i was trying to sun the area between my legs when a ministry truck drove by with the head of the Junior Ranger Program, a big wig MP from Ottawa, and a few other bureaucrats... all on their way to the Junior Ranger gathering.
I don't think they really understood what was going on, and i too had my first opportunity to learn about the effects of being naked with regard to your career development. In my heart i don't believe that that alone was the reason for the cancellation of the Junior Ranger Program... they wanted to cancel it, they just needed an excuse.
Haggnm Dangworth and Jose Mouthasson came down to the Super Robertson Supper Show last week on my urging as i was trying to pad the Local Vocals Choir with more singers, but we had a good turnout so they were free to swill beer in the back... Fire-Man (my other plant, but a more natural schill) and myself were swilling up front with the lyric sheets and hearts full of love.
Which begs the question... what happened last week?
Stage piano, upright bass, slide guitar, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, accordion and banjo and 15-20 singers doing "You ain't going nowwhere", "those were the days", "ring of fire", "come together", "What a way to go", "nine pound hammer", 'angle from Montgomery", "las Mananitas" and "killing the blues". Our faithful Choir leader, Queen Anna, had lyric sheets ready to go for all and i believe we had a blast. The latest feature of the Super Robertson Supper Show on the last Wednesday of the month from 7:00-8:30 PM.
OK
that's it for this blog today... unless you want to hear a story about pike fishing and nude swimming north of Cochrane Ontario, years ago.
So Super Steve,
there was some Junior Ranger Jamboree happening when i was 17, which of course is the age one would be if one were a junior ranger, as was I. Of course that was a long time ago, when i was much lighter and a lot less defeated... but as the saying goes, "you can't change the bed you are in, so you may as well just get use to stubbin' in it". Now i am just confused.. blogging is a jackass sport...
Somehow i ended up in a pickup truck with a few people, rather than the big van with most of the Junior Rangers, and i believe we stopped by a typical norther Ontario lake (beautiful stuff) and then we tried 5 casts each in search of the monster Pike, or tasty pickerel. On around cast 3 i snagged a log with one of my "flatfish", an orange lure with hooks all over it that could snag anything.
Mine was like the one on the bottom:
So by around the third cast, as the story was going, i snag a log, and I'm down to my last few flatfish, and i think there is good fishing where I'm going and boats (canoe it would be) so you can get away from the loggy shoreline. Clearly you can see that i need that flatfish.... so i have to get it... so i have to go swimming and then the logical problem... do i want wet underwear in the truck for the next portion of the ride... clearly not... I'll have to go naked. Just to clarify one issue here... i was not worried about being naked but the debate was more over "did i want my exposed male member wriggling around in the reeds where the pike with their serious fucking teeth are ready to attack
So i got my lure back and all i needed was to dry off so i needed to be in the sun, and to get to the point, i ended up standing naked on a poll that supported a guard rail of the highway because it was the easiest on the feet, could keep the feet dry, was in the sun, could pass the drying time with some balancing exercises, could keep the feet away from annoying dirt... you get the picture right... all solid good ideas... so of course i was trying to sun the area between my legs when a ministry truck drove by with the head of the Junior Ranger Program, a big wig MP from Ottawa, and a few other bureaucrats... all on their way to the Junior Ranger gathering.
I don't think they really understood what was going on, and i too had my first opportunity to learn about the effects of being naked with regard to your career development. In my heart i don't believe that that alone was the reason for the cancellation of the Junior Ranger Program... they wanted to cancel it, they just needed an excuse.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
September 22 re-cap
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!
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 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
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
August 25th re-cap
Another great turn out for the SRSS on this night, and it was my Australian friends Khristian Mizzi, Frank Pearce and Jess Moussi representing Khristian Mizzi & the Sirens who played the lions share of the evening. We had another late start due to a delinquent JLS and there was a festival (international pop overthrow) after the show so we were a bit cramped, but it didn't stop the good times. I ran through a few tunes and then had my buddy Simian Special up for a tune we call "Bill Von Bacon Tell" about a guy who has left the city to pan for gold in Williams creek. There was a gold rush there like a century ago, and you get the odd prospector who finds a good chunk of gold there from time to time. I did some gold panning one time and the thing i took away from it was how cold your hands get trying to pan gold out of a glacial fed Canadian river. Anyhoo the song is written in a way that parallels some fool trying to pan their music with some fool trying to strike it rich in the deserted mountains of the B.C interior. When we hit the words right i think it's great... even when we miss them Sim's vocals carry the load and the crowd is always happy.
Khristian, Frank and Jess then took the stage and played a great set and Pete pointed out that you could see the tendons firing in Khristian's fore-arm as he finger picked his guitar. Ahh the power of the human body so dexterous when trained properly.
It was a great night and i stayed a while at the bar knowing full well that Fire-man, Sharon and Smokey were doing the swim and i had filled my commitment to have members of the SRSS go swimming in the ocean for the July/August months. When they go swimming in the ocean there is never any issues... they shut out paranoia and embrace the path of least resistance. Sometimes you get a better story if you buy into paranoia and let it to power your stride against the current... i guess in a way, they do that in life (meant as a compliment)... and so swimming in dogfish infested waters and challenging the human hypothermic response is just casual recreation.
I guess it's Cam and Jesse tomorrow although i thought i saw in an email that Cam is in Europe.. time is the hunter.. i never get press releases from anybody... actually that's not true, Smash Supper Shows always come with a good press release... and a few emails to boot, and the LFM even makes it's own FB page and promotes heavily. That's one of the great things about being the SRSS kingpin... there are so many great people that come and add so many unique things to the show and they often come in waves and my job is to just find a spot for them to let their creations/concepts fly.
Be good, be fair, try hard, don't give up, and all that other crap... sorry i have nothing else.
Khristian, Frank and Jess then took the stage and played a great set and Pete pointed out that you could see the tendons firing in Khristian's fore-arm as he finger picked his guitar. Ahh the power of the human body so dexterous when trained properly.
It was a great night and i stayed a while at the bar knowing full well that Fire-man, Sharon and Smokey were doing the swim and i had filled my commitment to have members of the SRSS go swimming in the ocean for the July/August months. When they go swimming in the ocean there is never any issues... they shut out paranoia and embrace the path of least resistance. Sometimes you get a better story if you buy into paranoia and let it to power your stride against the current... i guess in a way, they do that in life (meant as a compliment)... and so swimming in dogfish infested waters and challenging the human hypothermic response is just casual recreation.
I guess it's Cam and Jesse tomorrow although i thought i saw in an email that Cam is in Europe.. time is the hunter.. i never get press releases from anybody... actually that's not true, Smash Supper Shows always come with a good press release... and a few emails to boot, and the LFM even makes it's own FB page and promotes heavily. That's one of the great things about being the SRSS kingpin... there are so many great people that come and add so many unique things to the show and they often come in waves and my job is to just find a spot for them to let their creations/concepts fly.
Be good, be fair, try hard, don't give up, and all that other crap... sorry i have nothing else.
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