Journal, News, Guests by Jim Fitting
He's gonna let her go...
AKA the CD release show.
No not let her go like Texas seceding from the union, that's just crazy talk from their governor. But because we have a thousand of these buggers and we need to sell some, we took over the Lizard for a couple nights last week...
As I recall you were sitting on the stairs surveying the scene when Billy Ruane came in with a magnum of barleywine under his arm. As if it weren't crowded enough between the field organ and the tuba and the extra guitar amp, we invited the clarinet and trombone down too (maybe because we don't like to be alone). Alex was trading fours with Lawrence on the viola during Born Again, and then they took Water down to the river with the trombone and that licorice stick. And yes Dave Harris whomped us with the tuba like an old coalburner should. But what sounds purer than Rachael Price hanging with Aretha? As long as we stay out of the way we're gonna get Faith. J-Po is the man with the stories. He should host a radio call-in show and call it "Rock Talk"; because he can keep it sweet like Marvin Gaye singing Precious Love to Tammi, and when his inner Bon Scott comes out he can give a shout out to Satan without breaking a sweat. So what night was that?
I dunno. We were just along for the ride. Like Bill Janowitz looking for the heart of Saturday night on Friday, with a scoop or two of Cherry Garcia on the side. That's why we had Duke Levine, a couple of his pedals and the Hickory Wind blowing. And when Kimon reprised the Mills Brothers and we said goodbye to a month of Sundays; well it was better than Tuesday night bowling with the Dude. OK OK Lyle was there on Thursday ( and we weren't drinking white russians), but I get all mixed up. Sarah Borges was looking me in the eye during some Sonny and Cher duet we were singing and as a result sometimes I forget how to get back to Tulsa or when...I know Bunny broke out the cello, and Sean broke out Booze (the song that is). Matt Malikowski was fresh from mixing at Carnegie Hall so he could break out the presets to make it sound big and did it ever. Whew!
Was this the sound of the end of an era? Who knows. But another chapter will begin next week when we roll out the round table, out on the road again.
No not let her go like Texas seceding from the union, that's just crazy talk from their governor. But because we have a thousand of these buggers and we need to sell some, we took over the Lizard for a couple nights last week...
As I recall you were sitting on the stairs surveying the scene when Billy Ruane came in with a magnum of barleywine under his arm. As if it weren't crowded enough between the field organ and the tuba and the extra guitar amp, we invited the clarinet and trombone down too (maybe because we don't like to be alone). Alex was trading fours with Lawrence on the viola during Born Again, and then they took Water down to the river with the trombone and that licorice stick. And yes Dave Harris whomped us with the tuba like an old coalburner should. But what sounds purer than Rachael Price hanging with Aretha? As long as we stay out of the way we're gonna get Faith. J-Po is the man with the stories. He should host a radio call-in show and call it "Rock Talk"; because he can keep it sweet like Marvin Gaye singing Precious Love to Tammi, and when his inner Bon Scott comes out he can give a shout out to Satan without breaking a sweat. So what night was that?
I dunno. We were just along for the ride. Like Bill Janowitz looking for the heart of Saturday night on Friday, with a scoop or two of Cherry Garcia on the side. That's why we had Duke Levine, a couple of his pedals and the Hickory Wind blowing. And when Kimon reprised the Mills Brothers and we said goodbye to a month of Sundays; well it was better than Tuesday night bowling with the Dude. OK OK Lyle was there on Thursday ( and we weren't drinking white russians), but I get all mixed up. Sarah Borges was looking me in the eye during some Sonny and Cher duet we were singing and as a result sometimes I forget how to get back to Tulsa or when...I know Bunny broke out the cello, and Sean broke out Booze (the song that is). Matt Malikowski was fresh from mixing at Carnegie Hall so he could break out the presets to make it sound big and did it ever. Whew!
Was this the sound of the end of an era? Who knows. But another chapter will begin next week when we roll out the round table, out on the road again.
