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The Jilly Rizzo Fall Tour 2013 is underway, including an Eastern Washington leg. Following is the line-up with links to the venues. FESTIVAL SEATING! Please: No Flash Photography.
9/14 Skylark Lounge – West Seattle
9/20 The White Rabbit — Fremont
9/21 New Frontier — Tacoma
10/5 Slim’s Last Chance — Seattle
10/25 Mootsey’s — Spokane
10/26 Emerald of Siam — Richland
11/14 – El Corazone (with The Fleshtones) — Seattle
Tags: album, album titles, artist blog, artists, Arts and Entertainment, Audio, Facebook, iTunes, music, Northwest, Pacific Northwest, Paul Westerberg, pop, Replacements, rock, Science and Environment, Tubes, United States
Summer has finally kicked in hear in the great Pacific Northwest. Have you put together your ultimate Summer Playlist? Here’s some suggestions from mine, broken out by the decades:
OutsideInside — The Tubes (1983)
Love Life — Berlin (1984)
Standing Hampton – Sammy Hagar (1982)
School of Fish – School of Fish (1991)
Can You Still Feel — Jason Falkner (1999)
Luce — Luce (2001)
The ’59 Sound — The Gaslight Anthem (2008)
Weezer (Red Album) — Weezer (2008)
Foxy Shazam – Foxy Shazam (2010)
The Spade — Butch Walker & The Black Widows (2011)
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My 5th show with The Jilly Rizzo was captured on video — WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! Just kidding; I don’t mind. As usual, I am somewhat hidden in a dark corner. You can check it out here:
Tags: Chord chart, conundrum, Guitar amplifier, keyboards, keys, music, Soundcheck, The Jilly Rizzo
Last night was my third show with the new band. Actually, I guess the band’s not new — I am. Anyway, I was able to fly without a net and drop my written chord charts for the dozen+ songs in our set. No stepping on breaks or bridges. So that bodes well for tonight’s performance in Tacoma. But I encountered a problem that is rare for keyboardists (at least in my experience): I could hear myself.
Most sound guys don’t pay a whole lot of attention to the keys, as in rock bands we’re often second class citizens. Over the years, I’ve come to adopt the 6/8 rule: sound check at 6 so they can dial you in at that level, which will be inadequate. Then when you start playing, dial it up to 8. You usually still can’t really hear yourself (unless you have a great monitor mix), but the crowd probably can.
On the flip side, I could hear myself. . My amp was elevated over the guitar amp behind me, and the sound guy was awesome and knew what he was doing (thank you Sound Guy; you’re a true pro). Hearing myself completely on top of the band was too much for me, though. I felt exposed, naked. Everything I played felt out of the pocket. I thought about turning down, but the amp was mic’d and I didn’t want to mess with it for fear of dropping too much. That’s the conundrum. Don’t get me wrong — my playing was fine. It just felt strange.
So this is an example of the f’d up shit that goes through my head after performing. Happily, the band is solid and tight and the songs are great, and that quiets the over-analytic demons in my next-morning-brain.
Addendum to the post above: Just got off the phone with a friend who was at the show, and he said the mix sounded great. Once again, the answer to my questions is: ”It’s just you.”
Tags: live music, punk rock, The Jilly Rizzo
Just got the show dates for June-July with the new band, The Jilli Rizzo:
- 6/7 Yakima- Bill’s Place
- 6/8 Tri-Cities – Emerald of Siam
- 6/14 Seattle – Slims
- 6/15 Tacoma – Harmon Brewing Co. Taproom
- 7/1 Seattle – El Corazon
- 7/27 Tacoma – Acme Grub Cage
Hope you can catch one (or more) of these! For more band info, see: https://www.facebook.com/TheJillyRizzo
Tags: Arts and Entertainment, Brown Eyed Girl, cover band, Frank Black, funk, gigs, jazz, keyboards, music, The Ghetto Monks, The Pixies, United States, Van Morrison
I posted an ad on Craigslist offering my services as a keyboardist a few weeks ago — not unlike posting a personal. I was not looking to join a cover band. If I ever had to play “Brown Eyed Girl” again, I’d take my keyboard for a walk into the freeway. (Honestly, don’t people get tired of that song? And don’t get me started on “Margaritaville“!!).
After years of only desultory performances playing pub piano and open jam nights, I think I’ve joined a band. This would be my first real commitment to a group since the implosion of The Ghetto Monks just after the turn of the century. I’ve avoided committing to a group as a newly divorcee’ would (or should) avoid marriage. Except this was a divorce from 4 people at once, so I guess it took 4x as long.
I sat in with this original, working band last night. Very eclectic songwriting that brought together strong Pixies/Frank Black chord progression with some funk and jazz. I know that sounds weird, but it works. More important was the chemistry. Not only did I pick up the songs immediately, but the people were actually warm, inviting, and funny in a twisted way. And that’s just as important as the music.
And so, I’ll soon be posting gig info here and on FB. The Brown Eyed Girl can rest in peace.
No Ukes. Why the proliferation of ukuleles?
For the last couple of years, I’ve been perplexed by the proliferation of ukuleles. It seemed that one day, all the music stores devoted floor space to a ukulele section. Musician and non-musician friends suddenly took up the ukulele — I even got one friend a Beatles Uke book for Christmas. I was baffled until I talked with a guitar tech at a local music store who does work on my guitars.
He said before the recession, they used to sell 5-6 ukuleles all year. Since about 2008, they’ve been selling 5-6 per week. He attributed it to two things: the poor economy and laziness. In the 1930s ukuleles were very popular because they were so cheap. Made sense to me. His second notion was that people today, in a YouTube/instant gratification culture, seek out simple instruments that they can learn to play quickly. He elaborated his opinion that people don’t want to put in the time and effort necessary to learn a “real” musical instrument — “like us,” he said.
This phenomenon has baffled me for some time. I’m glad my guitar tech provided this perspective, as it makes sense to me. But if you’re a ‘uke hero’ I say, keep on rockin’!
Life doesn’t really “serve” you lemons. It throws them at your head with high velocity. In my case, the metaphorical lemon hit me in the face years ago, knocking my front teeth out in the most literal sense. Since then, a bridge has stood fast where my teeth had been, until this past week, when it was removed to make way for implants, like an old mom-and-pop store, ripped out of the cityscape to make way for expensive condos. And now I’m learning to enunciate again. Wish me ruck!