Saturday Market June 27, 2009
The george Harrison tribute band that was absolutely horrible came after us
The shaker guy was dancing in pure hippie ecstasy.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
The Santa Monica Promenade
That video of all the street musicians is awesome. It was really a trip to see the santa monica spot, because we got a permit, and performed down there exactly: one time. You really have to have some cahunas to be a part of that scene, and it wasn't something we pursued. The hardest part is figuring out power for your p.a. I bought a small power pack, and it died on me after 1/2 hour. I realized it wasn't the right thing. Other guys have these car battery setups and stuff. Very innovative. You have to also be very aggressive to get your crowds, or have an act that is really magnetic in some way. People didn't stop for us. Then this chick named Myla Poole stopped and wanted Shelley to play the blues on her guitar so she could impress the gal she was with, and sing a song. She said, "I performed at the Money Tree where Jeff Goldblum and famous actors were in the audience going crazy, and blah blah blah. We were too nice to tell her to go away, so we let her sing this song. She was terrible of course. LA has about 2million of it's population of Myla Pooles.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
From Kings to Paupers, Got the Plug Pulled
When we were in college, Edwin and I were in a Reggae/Dub band called the African Kings. We had a lead singer with no front teeth from New York, who was good, but lived a scrappy lifestyle. Benny B. was a gifted young guitar player, but lived an even more scrappy life. Tommy played keys, and left the band two days before our last gig. (We didnt know it was to be our last gig, but the ship was sinking) so John got this other guy to play guitar to fill in for Tommy. That cat thought he was the wailer's guitar player his ego was so huge.
So we got to the gig, which was for the Black Student Union end of the year party. We totally sucked, and our first song was one chord, because no one knew how the song went. I don't even remember why we didn't know the stuff, but that's how weird it all was. So we tried our second song and that was even worse. The next thing we knew the power went off. The guy who booked us said we were done, and the DJ was starting. We packed up.
So we got to the gig, which was for the Black Student Union end of the year party. We totally sucked, and our first song was one chord, because no one knew how the song went. I don't even remember why we didn't know the stuff, but that's how weird it all was. So we tried our second song and that was even worse. The next thing we knew the power went off. The guy who booked us said we were done, and the DJ was starting. We packed up.
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