23 Dec: Atlanta

Eddie’s Attic (Atlanta, GA)
with Pat Walsh and weaklazyliar

Sometimes I think I should type up these show reports immediately after a show, but I never do. Invariably I feel like I’ve lost the mood of the thing by the time I talk about it.

My sincere gratitude to everyone who made it out. It really was a sort of Christmas party/present to myself, to basically have all of you in one place.

Pat Walsh opened up the show with Dave Condra and Tim Porterfield. They are getting even tighter, particularly on the harmonies. I had intended to maybe sing of 3 or 4 of their songs, but after they sound-checked I decided against it because I didn’t want to force one of them to not be able to sing. I did sing the lead vocal on one song, and song I had learned from pat a while ago intending to cover it at some point. Funny that when I did it was on stage with them.

Then I came up and did a song solo, and then Tim and Dave came up and backed me on “1985 by the Get-Go’s.” With no rehearsal, mind you, just having listened to my CD. Needless to say, they’re very good. Gerlinda came back up, along with Greg from Chain Poets, to sing with us on the Beatles’ “Something.” Then weaklazyliar came up to play “Guy Fawkes Day” with me, with Gerlinda singing. Then I sang back up for them on “Waiting for the 8:05.”

From that brief description you can see how the night progressed, and what the point was. Weaklazyliar and I played for about 2 hours, switching off, backing each other, doing covers. No real delineation between one act or the other. Without just describing the show from start to finish, I’ll just add that we did a cover of U2’s “Bad,” which ended with me handing a small white flag (about 6 inches square) to the audience and going on a Bono tirade. I thought it was funny, hopefully everyone else did, too. Also, Robi hopped up by request to sing “Heatmiser/Snowmiser” with me.

I was actually disappointed when the night was through. I’ve seen Gerlinda’s description of the evening already, and she’s right when she says the crowd seemed a bit subdued. I think I was disappointed because I was pinning my hopes on the show to be the thing that turned this holiday around. It’s been a very weird one for me this year, and for so many other people I know. I think I had an unrealistic hope that this show would somehow rise above that, and we’d all come together in one of those moments that only happen when they’ve been scripted for PAX TV.

This did not happen.

But, in retrospect, it was foolish to think it would. Gerlinda said, “It’s like, we’re all a little quieter; we’re all a little nicer; we’re all a little more tentative.” And that clearly seems to be the case. And so my disappointment has changed to merely gratitude, that people would allow us the chance to play some role in their lives, to make the attempt to let them forget other things. It’s a frustrating career choice a lot of the time, and it can lead you to forget what an amazing thing it is to be up in front of people who are there to hear you, and the weird, cliched sounding thing that happens when you do it.

I can never express enough how much I appreciate the support you’ve given me, and I hope I am offering something of equal value to you in return. Thank you, and happy holidays to everybody.

20 Dec: Atlanta

Eddie’s Attic (Atlanta, GA)
w/ the Susi French Connection

Well, of course the show was rough for me, but you expected that by now. Just felt a little off, and my usual level of discomfort playing acoustic. Sometimes I’m able to get past it but last night wasn’t one of those times.

Rob Gal was there to play on one of Susi French’s songs, so he came up and played on the first three of mine. Having not actually rehearsed or ever played acoustic together, it was sloppy. I did one more song of mine solo. Then it was into the seventies hits (more or less). For the curious among you:
“Xanadu” by ELO/Olivia Newton John
“Alone Again, Naturally” by Gilbert O’Sullivan
“Another Day” by Paul McCartney
“The Ballad of El Goodo” by Big Star
“Sunshine” by Jonathan Edwards.

The seventies hits seemed to fare better, not surprising since that was the point of the evening. It didn’t occur to me until a few days ago that it might be a good idea to skew my set that way, I could have used more time to get comfortable with them. But in the end it was a smart move, I think the show would have been worse for me had I stuck to my own material to a lot of polite applause (and the place was full, I was impressed).

The Susi French Connection played next. I could go on and on about what an amazing group of people Gentle Readers are (I’ve done it before, though, so I won’t). But they pull this seventies thing off amazingly well. I’ll never remember the entire set, but highlights:
“She’s a Lady” by Tom Jones
“The Logical Song” by Supertramp
“Here You Come Again” by Dolly Parton
“Lay Down Sally” by Eric Clapton (the one Rob played on)
“Behind Closed Doors” by Charley Pride
“You’re No Good” by Linda Rondstadt
“You’re Having My Baby” by Paul Anka
“More, More, More” by the Andrea true Connection
“Love Will Keep Us Together” by Captain and Tennille
“Waterloo” by ABBA
“The Air That I Breathe” by the Hollies

The latter being the one I sang. They had put it next to last in the set (before “Waterloo”) which I thought was very flattering. I thought I was getting a little rough on the choruses (I’m STILL getting over the cold) but apparently it didn’t come across. I didn’t sense a bigger reaction, but I kept getting told afterwards (without asking) that there was one. Which was good since I was busy beating myself up over it. After the show there was much hanging about with Gentle Readers, also Sue Witty’s manager Alayne, Sonia Tetlow, Becky Shaw (who was singing with Susi French all night), and the spoos. To the point that, though after I sang I was feeling somewhat disappointed about my performance, by the time I left I felt a nice little glow. Not because people had been convincing me my show was good, but because I like all of these people a lot, and just sitting around talking felt damn good.

I love those guys. You should go see them.

the weekend and the holidays

Sunday, I had studio time. Not my own, but more work on the CD I mentioned a while ago. The band is called Desmond Drive, something I wasn’t sure of the last time I mentioned it. I’m still getting over my cold but managed to keep it together to do the vocals for them. It was me, Becky Shaw and someone who’s in the band doing a lot of three-part harmonies. The interesting thing was that, for each section we’d do, we seemed to alternate who was doing the low, medium, and high parts. This time I was paid, and well so. Which was good because while I was out Sarah’s car had a small fire so now we can afford to get it fixed.

Christmas does not exist much for me this year. It’s kind of sad. I explained a while back what usually occurs during the month of Christmas for us, but I posted that just before losing my job. It was going to be a lean year for gifts anyway, and that pretty much sealed the deal, preventing us from being able to get ANYTHING for ANYONE (which is not the usual guilt, it’s disappointment, because one of the things I feed off of during the holidays is the GIVING. I like it much better than the receiving). But I still assumed the festivities would occur. But between the job search, being sick, and other assorteds, there haven’t been too many available nights, and it seems to have fallen by the wayside. The fest on Christmas Eve is still on, I believe, but it looks like there will only be 4 people staying over that night (all very good friends, that’s not the point), and their situations being similar to ours our tree is and will most likely remain very bare. We always knew that at some point people would want to start having Christmas at their own house, but I don’t think we knew it would happen all at once. It’s just served to add to an already surreal time for me. It’s not even so much that I’m sad for it passing, it feels more like it’s not December. Like, for some reason I’ve mistakenly put up a tree way too early, or way too late.