My aunt's book is out in both Kindle and paperback formats.
The title says it all...
I have been to a couple of shows...Jimmy Vivino and Ari Hest this month and enjoyed both immensely.
Shows are the life blood of the business these days; what with download theft et cetera. The artists can sell CDs and other memorabilia to make up for the loss of sales through piracy.
Some lowlife managed to swype Ari's tee shirts and robbed him even further.
We have to show up in order to support our music.
Otherwise it'll die.
I've been taking life lessons from the 1970s television series, 'Kung Fu.'
Comparing myself to others is foolish. They do something well, and so do I. We compliment rather than detract from each other. Make harmony between us, rather than discord.
And I have been reading a lot on my Kindle.
The Sisters Brothers
Bonding with the newer guitar, Gracie.
And dealing with life.
What else is new?
You tell me.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
I Rock...I Blues...I Salsa
I am good.
A blues band that has a decidedly Latin flair, And I rocked them.
This was a last minute thing. There was a band named Salsa Bluesa and then one day their guitarist left. A phone call and I got the gig that was already a done deal.
The club was already packed at 6:30 p.m. which is something of an anomaly. I had lead sheets and I knew the guys playing so I had a sense of the rhythm they liked to keep.
It was unknown whether we'd do two sets or three. It turned out to be three.
Nice.
I rocked it. Carlos Santana was an influence since 1971. I felt it. I can dance this stuff.
After we finished and were relaxing off to the side the inevitable invitation came.
I thanked them for the interest and assured them I'd fill in anytime , but covers were not my thing...anymore.
I felt good about it.
I dumped up. I could have earned an extra $100 - 200 a week with these guys, but the repertoire is extremely limited and the audience is limiting as well. And this would be an extra twenty hours or so.
Yes, I am torn, but not that badly.
Upcoming gigs in town and one or two out and about and I'll be more than happy until I can play my material and nothing else.
Or at least a tasteful mix...hmmmm.
I have a blues persona I use to good effect.
Damn...now I am thinking...to be continued.
A blues band that has a decidedly Latin flair, And I rocked them.
This was a last minute thing. There was a band named Salsa Bluesa and then one day their guitarist left. A phone call and I got the gig that was already a done deal.
The club was already packed at 6:30 p.m. which is something of an anomaly. I had lead sheets and I knew the guys playing so I had a sense of the rhythm they liked to keep.
It was unknown whether we'd do two sets or three. It turned out to be three.
Nice.
I rocked it. Carlos Santana was an influence since 1971. I felt it. I can dance this stuff.
After we finished and were relaxing off to the side the inevitable invitation came.
I thanked them for the interest and assured them I'd fill in anytime , but covers were not my thing...anymore.
I felt good about it.
I dumped up. I could have earned an extra $100 - 200 a week with these guys, but the repertoire is extremely limited and the audience is limiting as well. And this would be an extra twenty hours or so.
Yes, I am torn, but not that badly.
Upcoming gigs in town and one or two out and about and I'll be more than happy until I can play my material and nothing else.
Or at least a tasteful mix...hmmmm.
I have a blues persona I use to good effect.
Damn...now I am thinking...to be continued.
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