Summer is always a densely packed celebratory time for us, but I’m not sure if I can put into words how insane things are right now. I had a rather full 6 day east coast trip. Conveniently enough, work sent me there to top my brain off with knowledge. Saw all the family a bunch and caught up with many friends, and then raced Mike
back to SF. They won. I met up with them and my wife at the house of Krudden. We promptly headed south to participate in the celebration of Dave and Kerri tying the hitch knot.
They chose Big Sur to be their wedding destination, and there was coastal nature everything. Go figure. During the few moments of unplanned activity, the Ducey’s and I headed south without a destination. We happened upon a trail which led us down down down through a tunnel in a mountain and eventually to the ocean. I heart California, even though it’s broke.
The wedding was cause for another mini Newton North High School reunion, now familiarly embellished with all of our significant others.
Dave was not an organized little duder back in high school. Sometime during college, his brain snapped like a glow stick, and he became extremely anal. That was about as predictable as Angel working for the IRS. It means that Dave and Stina connect in terrible ways that frighten me. Of course he tapped Stina for her extensive “knowledge”. Everyone had different jobs, and with each job came a different title. I was the Music Monkey. Dave’s brother was Best Monkey. Stina’s minions were Monkey Bitches. And so forth.
Then they got married.
I know how much Dave dislikes to be the center of attention, so its was more then a little amusing to watch him take it and like it. I was honored to give a short reading and be the appointed DJ for the evening. This meant pressing play on itunes at various points of the night. I was under strict orders not to touch the playlist, but the Music Monkey has a mind of its own. I also appointed myself MC for the evening, which amused me.
Dave’s had a long history with knives in my house.
Dave’s fully responsible for my love of music, and his dance setlist did him justice. I really appreciated the table decorations, since I watched Kerry painstackingly assemble one when I visited for of our Grateful Dead junket. We really had a fabulous time. I’m quite pleased that Dave and Kerry found each other.
Then we headed north, hit the brunch,
and made it back to cold cold Frisco. We wandered around the park until we found the tube fighting championships.
It was pretty Epic.
The Ducey’s had to sadly depart on Monday morning. Stina’s Cousin Carmen and brand spanking new husband Andrew arrived Monday night.
They took of on Wednesday afternoon. That evening we got to hold Jason and Lindsay’s one day old baby. Intense much? Huge congrads to the new parentals!
Now we’ve finished packing our bags for Michigan. Let the celebrations continue.
Jimmy Herring ranks in my prestigious “top ten guitarists alive” list, and it was about time that he put his own band together. He recently put out an album, “Lifeboat”, which is a fantastic melodic non-vocal jazz odyssey. For this tour he was flanked with Jeff Sipe of drums and three brilliant/unknown guys on guitar, bass, and keys. I caught them at the Grand, my least favorite venue in SF. Fortunately, they simply tore it up. There was endless interplay between all five truly stellar virtuoso musicains. They would all play off each other in an feedback loop of accelerating awesomeness. It would have been the ultimate show to see at Yoshi’s. I’ve been seeking out good jazz for the past two years, and this show scratched an itch so hard that it started bleeding joy. It was an outstanding show, and currently contender for show of the year.
Another show that merits mentioning this regard was a killer set from Reeble Jar at the Connecticut Yankee. Another five piece all instrumental ensemble, they favored the funk in many flavors with the occational odd time signature. I love me a show at the Yankee where there are only 12 of us in attendence and the band is playing for all they are worth. I felt bad for them since they made so little money, but had such a crazy good time rocking out.
Note – I did not shoot these videos. I’m getting pretty lazy with my camera. I’m also armed with the knowledge that someone else will shoot a better video/pics then I and share it on the internet. I heart the internet.
We celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary in a three day orgy of gluttony and whatever else you do at orgies. I guess you mostly attend weddings and Broadway shows. Whoohoo for orgies!
We kicked it off on Thursday night with a surprise (to me) evening out to see Spam-a-lot. I’ve really come to terms with my dissatisfaction of the stage adaption of movies, and was only mildly amused during reenacted scenes from the Holy Grail. Fortunately, they added lots of new material and created an amazing stage production which was super funtastical.
Friday, the day of our anniversary, we cruised the coast down to Half Moon Bay for some ritzy lunch and beach time.
Then epic napping, dinner at our new favorite Italian place in the Richmond, and too many hours of Battlestar Galactica. I started rooting for the robots.
Saturday was celebrate other couples day. Lars and Kate had a pre-wedding celebratory BBQ in the park for Bay Area folk.
It was fantastic catching up with so many folks.
Then is was off to Josh Adler’s and Katriene’s wedding celebration in West Portal.
This celebration was the perfect marriage of extraordinarily delicious food (Josh is the wine buyer for BiRite, a high end food store) and a super relaxed environment. They performed the ceremony when they felt like it, and the food kept coming. I sat next to some of Josh’s co-workers, who walked me through endless barrage of delicious offerings. It was a really special wedding – so chill and overflowing with positivity.
Then today, I went to the Fillmore to go pick up tickets for a show to discover that the ticket office was mysteriously closed and the Fillmore street festival was going on. I’ve never been to the Fillmore street festival, and that is a damn shame. It’s enormous, with four or five stages, and stellar jazz, blues, and funk music. I caught at least five bands today, some whom I’ve been meaning to see for a while now. A great, totally unexpected day.
The surreal moment of the weekend award goes to Saturday night post wedding. Around 11pm, still rather under the influence from the aforementioned celebration, I was working on some fuzzy tunes when out of the corner of my eye I think I see a flashlight on our private deck. I take off my headphones to hear someone saying “hello?” from the hallway. Thinking its possibly my downstairs neighbors, I’m surprised to discvoer two police officers peeking into my apartment. Apparently, someone had called saying they had heard someone walking on their roof, and the police though it was me. I explained that I had not called the police, and being the top apartment, had not noticed anyone on my roof. I then go to my deck to discover three additional officers. I explain that I didn’t call the police, and invite them in so they can walk down the stairs (instead of the fire escape). They call up to the roof where there is yet another officer on top of my apartment. The four officers gratefully come in, compliment me on the killer posters, and disappear down the stairs. One asks if I’m a producer and gets a CD, cause WTF just happened?! That was some seriously random shit. Were there really just 6 cops in my apartment? Was that many officers needed for the call? And how did they get in my building?
I’ve recently been energised with musical motivations, and have really begun to dig into a few new fuzzy tracks. Thank goodenss. This is lifting me out of a semi-depressive state and has fired up a few vacationing cylinders in the ole brain mass.
Sonic curiousity recenty posted a rather effusive and elequent review of all five of my albums (!). That was a suprise. I also found out the round about way (a new fan discovered my music) that a BBC documentary podcast used a few of my tracks.
I’ve finally posted Soulful Filling on Jamendo, so hopefully that will expose my latest to a few new folks. I recently got paid from magnatune and from the Prom Queen folks (for licensing my music in the next season), which spurred me to pursue a couple other monetary generating avenues. We’ll see how that pans out.
I’ve also finally conquered the both the major “new age-esque electronica” radio shows. I’ve already had some killer exposure through echoes, and now I’ve been highlighted on a recent hearts of space program. Booyeah.