Good morning. How are you? Thanks for checking in.
Today is cold and windy. A tree snapping kind of day. The weather channel mentioned that there may be a few downed power lines from the ice and snow build up that has decided to cling like frantic frozen static to the the wires. Out here in Montauk, it is the perfect kind of day to exhale. I am a little pig in my brick house watching the prickling bitch of winter dance about. I will not stuff 20 bucks in her g-string and she is pissed about it. As much as she throws her white mane over the rooftops and under frozen tailpipes she will not get my attention. I am in a different place. On the other side of the coin if you will.
It has been a long four years for me. I’ve had two kids back to back, all the while trying to maintain a deep and real relationship with my music. When I had my kids there was a part of me that passed on. As a songwriter, my music was always trying to fill a missing part of my heart. I personally relished in the crack and the void of it all when i was younger, pouring untouchable relationships, failed friends and whatever I could bemoan into my lyrics. Then these little beings come into my life. The void healed up. I was not expecting it to be complete and missed a bit of my lone wolf howl. A wolf, you see, howls differently when her heart is whole.
I mention this, on this fine blustery morning, because for the past month I have been feeling very alive. Very connected. Very in tune. The tank is full, the calendar clear and I have been ready to drive, drive, drive. How blissful to then add a posse of my friends whom are all lightening bolts of talent in their chosen passion and then on top of that a full house. It just does not get any better. Each one of my fireside session guests in this past month has inspired me. Has taken me to a new place. Has shaken me a bit and re-cracked my heart in the best way. There is still blood to be spilled over strings and dented mics. I have been so appreciative of it all and so very present.
If you have come to any of these shows I thank you. A real true thanks. I have done this a long time and I will tell you that the Baystreet Audience is just about the most loving, attentive, fun crowd I could dream of. Ultimately we are all in it together. We give love, you give love, we give more love, you give more love, I mention a cat sitter, you all groan (That’s an inside joke to any Bill Sims Jr attendees) so on and so forth. In short kid, we are nothing without you.
So off I go for a bit to take a hiatus and actually attend a BBQ on a Saturday night (If this was Family Feud and the question was “What do working musicians never get to do?” The number one answer would be: “Attend friends parties on a Saturday Night”. 63 points. Promise. Anyway, thoughts are brewing and clicking away already for our March Shows. My head feels like Snap, Crackle and Pop. Our guests are nothing short of delicious. I cannot wait for the next round to just smother you all with their musical goodness. They are better then my beach plum jelly and that says a lot.
May you take time to look down at your feet and find them, on a cold winters morn, in purple furry slippers that match. Two of a kind. Perfection.
Be safe and I’ll see you when the March winds blow,
Bing Bong. It’s 2015. Whoop, whoop. We did it. We got through a mobbed out New Years Eve Talkhouse show (biggest New Years ever mostly due to following a slamming set by GE Smith & friends) and the first of our Fireside Sessions with our super-kallo-fragalistic guest, Chad Smith. I spent most of yesterday in that blissed out state that you get from completing something. Like what I would imagine a runner feels like after crossing the line of a marathon or maybe an actor feels after the last curtain call of a show. It’s all good baby. It’s all good.
This morning I am down in my studio catching up on work and putting the final touches on this weeks show which features horn player extraordinaire Clark Gayton. The weather forecast says that there is an Arctic Plunge headed our way but I assure you it will be hot and steamy at Baystreet Theater for sure this friday (Jan 9th). In fact I should probably talk to the front of the house about having a Coconut Rum drinks or something to that effect since this show will have a Reggae/Funk vibe run through most of it. A little nutmeg anyone? Clark is a monster horn player and I am so excited to bring him out and let you feel his funk baby. I am a fan for sure.
Ok. I gotta roll. I’ll update more later. Here is a little behind the scenes photo of Chad and I dressed up pre-show after raiding the Baystreet Theater wardrobe closet. I think his is from either Tommy or Hair and I believe mine is either from Pinball Wizard or clockwork Orange. I can’t remember. All I know is that the guy who does Costumes at the theater pretty much hates me. Ha ha ha. I wish I was kidding but I’m kind of not. I’m OK with that though. No disrespect to the costume man but really… sometimes you just have to break a few rules in this life.
May you look down at your feet and find them up in the air as you attempt to strip off your pinball wizard outfit in front of 300 people while not really offending any of them and your costume gets stuck on your boot and you flail like a dying fish on the carpet in front of them muttering in back of your head, ‘please Lord… please… please just let this damn flipper outfit come off and if it does I will be a better person – I swear!’ – In that moment you are truly alive.
Peace out home skillets,
P.S. If you have any desire to read any other blog entries from this year you can do so by clicking here: WINTER 2014
I have also added a slew of BAYSTREET 2014 FIRESIDE SESSION REVIEWS on our “Raves” page or you can just click the link.