I bet Julie is going to be happy when she wakes up and reads this!
The Review: Who is the band? What is their history? What motivates them? “Julie Slick began playing bass at eleven years of age.” “In 1998, at age twelve, she joined the Paul Green School of Rock Music, and soon became the school’s first All-Star bassist.” “This led to an appearance in the award winning documentary, Rock School, as well as a role in several tracks on the movie’s soundtrack.” “By age sixteen, she had already performed across America and Europe with legendary musicians like Frank Zappa alumni Ike Willis and Napoleon Murphy Brock, Jon Anderson of Yes, Stewart Copeland of the Police, Ann Wilson of Heart, and Alice Cooper.” “Three years after graduating the School of Rock and while a junior at Drexel University working toward a degree in Music Industry, she toured the UK with Philadelphia icon Chuck Treece, founder of McRad.” “But her big break came six months later, in March of 2006, when she was invited to join Adrian Belew on stage with her brother, drummer Eric Slick, at the Knitting Factory in New York City for an impromptu version of Frank Zappa’s “City of Tiny Lites”.” “Little did she know that Adrian had been searching for “the perfect rhythm section” and that this chance meeting would lead to the formation of the Adrian Belew Power Trio.” “In May of 2006, Adrian invited Julie and Eric to his studio in Nashville to audition, and after two days of rehearsals, the trio were already out on tour by June, 2006.” Since that time, they have toured four continents, recorded two CDs, and continue to wow crowds internationally.” “Along with being an accomplished bassist whose influences include John Entwistle, Jack Bruce, John Wetton, Tony Levin, Chris Squire and Paul McCartney, Julie also graduated magna cum laude from Drexel and has produced several bands, including Cheers Elephant, The Jangling Sparrows, Sweatheart, Love Gravy as well her own projects” (Source: Julie Slick‘s MySpace, 2010).
Review: 1. Mela – Spacey synths and sax, then that cool bass wanders in as the tempo and momentum build into a Frank Zappa classic mix. There is enough of an ELP, Keith Emerson, feel to this one with its cool synths, not to divert into too much Zappa. But the guitar work is extraordinary. Keeps you on the edge of your seat wondering what’s next. The grinding guitar chords and that cool sax thrown in every now and again are perfect.
2. Many Laughs – A good solid bass line opens before synths and drums join in support. Interesting sounds and well mixed to produce that surround effect with everything coming at you from different sides of the room.
3. February – Slow, softly plucked guitar, piano and synths. Dreamy. You can almost see the February snow falling as you listen to this. That quiet, height of the season, between winter and spring, comes through so well on this track.
4. Mora – Drums and gripping guitar riffs. “Voices in my head”, childlike voices echo throughout this one. An almost sitar sounding guitar with synth and sound effects all around, More instruments seem to be added with each bar of the song. The strong bass keeping pace with all that is surrounding it.
5. Aphrodite – Grinding bass and drums building a bluesy rhythm and melody. Perfect for the Goddess of Love. The guitars have an other – worldly sound that really drives this one home.
6. Baron Aloha – Cool, almost tropical rhythm builds with screeching guitars and that solid bass supporting well. The echo effects are also nice. Almost a conga beat which really sounds great. Spacey, out of this world guitar driving the pace and power of the song.
7. Nothing to be Done – One of the longer tracks on the album opens with bass, drums and synths. Spacey, good background music for a film or a ‘nothing to be done’, relaxing day. Cool echoed guitar picking at the end of this one.
8. Choke – The shortest track on the album. Synths and echoed deep vocal sounds along with bass, synths, and cool Ultrabeat building a strong rhythm. Over too quickly.
9. Awoke – Reaching guitar and drums along with bass and synth effects. A cool grinding song like waking up on the wrong side of the bead. Cool guitar riffs.
10. Shadow Drip – At 6:26 minutes, the longest and most interesting track on the album. Cool echo effects and strong bass light this one up. Julie in all her glory. The synths effects are so cool.
11. Spice Trade – Nice spacey synths and slow acoustic with orchestration. Another one of my favorite songs on the album. Then the bass action sets in motion a driving rhythm. Very cool bass cuts with drums and violin like support.
12. The Rivalry – Rat a tat guitar bursts before the rocking melody kicks in with synth and drum support. This one rocks…faster than all the rest. The synth effects and bass are fantastic.
13. Cage Match – Patterned drums and wild guitar licks along with very cool synths in the background. You can feel the tempo and pulse envisioned in the song title. Another of the better songs on the album. The blistering guitar work is excellent.
14. Blood Blisters – Slow drums and grinding guitar. Different, unique sounds, setting Julie apart from many of the bassists I have heard in the past. Yes, this kind of bass and guitar work takes time and practice to develop.
Rating: 8/10 – Very good guitar and bass work. A real showcase CD for Julie’s incredible talents with synths bass and guitars. Different and intriguing. I mostly listen to lead guitar on the albums I buy, but this experience of hearing all the subtleties from Julie’s album will make me pay more attention to the bass work in the future.
Reviewed by Prof on June 23rd, 2010 ****** I will have more to talk about later - right now I have to go out and water my "girls". Ha ha, yeah, we're growing tomatoes right outside the front of the house. A virtual farm in the city and we plan on moving them to the backyard once we figure out how to nicely keep the squirrels away, but for now, it looks awesome and it's very cool to see how they are flourishing. We have both yellow and red cherry tomatoes, peppers, and all kinds of spices. The neighbors are probably wondering what "those hippies" are up to again since we are one of the few without color coordinated flower boxes -- though we do have said boxes but filled with all kinds of crazy flowers -- when it's not 100 degrees out there I'll post some pics.
Well, I know one thing. I know what my son has been up to, and he can thank me for this one:
That would be Eric and Jason Webley at WXPN radio.
The fabulous Amanda Palmer tweeted yesterday that she was on her way to Philadelphia to do a radio spot at XPN and needed an acoustic guitar within the hour. Since Eric now lives with fellow Dr. Dog bandmate Scott McMicken in West Philly about ten minutes away from XPN, I got him on the phone and as Amanda tweeted back: "@RobinSlick @mrericslick got it!! calling now. yay guitar."
"just sourced an acoustic guitar for our 1 pm radio show in Philly in under 7 minutes. fucking love twitter so fucking much."
and then:
"jason wields the guitar that came to us by the miracle of Twitter with it's proud owner, @mrericslick. pony!" (Hence the above photo of Eric and Jason with the guitar)
She's got this crazy pony thing going on and must have died when she saw that. Fate is so weird - how the world is so big and yet the same people keep appearing in your life in strange ways with bizarre, connecting circumstances and with certain symbols which keep re-appearing. My friend, Jessica, whom I talk about later in this post, has a magical thing going on with birds. Anyway, before I go off track any further, one of Amanda Palmer's big tour habits, and Eric actually did the exact same thing when he toured with Lithuania, is that rather than waste money in sterile hotels, she finds fans and friends to crash with all over the world. So the night before she came to Philly, she crashed at a friend's down near Washington, D.C. and slept in a bed with a bunch of stuffed ponies. She tweeted: "as requested by many, pictures of the ponies I slept with last night. this might have been the best bed on tour"
So how crazy is that. Actually, I think the best pony Amanda photo was taken by Kyle Cassidy...and I can't believe it, but I just searched everywhere I could think of and could not find it but I came up with my second favorite:
The one I tried to post was from this same series, where Amanda is on the pony and with one hand going lovingly through Neil Gaiman's hair. I'm so anal retentive I just spent a half hour going through Amanda and Neil's respective blog archives and can't find it anywhere. I even went to Kyle's site. Oh well. You'll just have to believe me. But this photo is gorgeous as well.
Yeah, Neil Gaiman, my former fangirl crush. Ha! Do you see what I mean about how crazy this world is? I discovered Neil Gaiman five years ago when Eric accidentally left "Smoke and Mirrors" on my book shelf and I grabbed it prior to going on vacation...I read it and thought I discovered an unknown author. Yeah, yeah, late to that party in a big way. But I made up for it! I now own everything he's ever written.
I would later drag Eric to a Neil Gaiman signing in Philadelphia in January of 2006 where I would mortify my poor son with such embarrassing behavior I still cringe but Eric Slick is, among other wonderful things, a great sport and despite the fact that I am always, always, always getting him involved in my Lucy and Ethel schemes, he remains my "partner in crime", or the Moe to my Curly.
Hence his response to my frantic phone call to him yesterday to please provide Amanda with a guitar. I haven't talked to him yet today, but Amanda and Jason guest listed him for last night's show at the TLA in Philadelphia...I hope he went and had a blast. Since this has been the week from hell for me (don't ask), I could not go and was bummed.
And the world gets crazier, because a few months ago, Kyle Cassidy wrote to me, and asked if he could photograph my daughter Julie and Adrian Belew when they perform at the World Cafe Live in two weeks. This time, Julie is opening for Adrian in a one woman show, and you can buy your tickets right here.
So yeah, it occurs to me that even though it's totally random, it is just weird, weird, weird how certain people appear and re-appear in your life, no matter how slight the reappearance is.
Oh yeah, another crazy example. Last May, I went to New York City to the Highline Ballroom to see my good friends read their six word memoirs pubilshed by Smith Magazine. Who was the musical guest...and I had no idea? Amanda Palmer! And who was with her in the audience standing there listening to the readers pre-performance? Neil Gaiman! It was just before they went public with their romance, and I saw them standing there and blurted, "I'm telling the internet!" Amanda heard me and turned around and smiled; I said Hi to Neil who gave me a peck on the cheek (yes, I did wash my face afterward though I did consider...never mind) before rushing off backstage.
And naturally I had dragged Eric with me to this event, too.
The poor guy. But like I said, if there is a more good natured, better sport in this world than my son, I do not know who it is.
So that's my story about the randomness of life.
Back to Where have I been?
I blame Facebook, Twitter, and best of all, my new novel, which has unexpectedly turned into a thriller involving everything from panic attacks to cults. But let's be honest here...Julie and Eric are adults now and I feel like when I blog about them every single day, it's an invasion of their privacy and really, if there's anything they want to tell you, they have blogs and Facebook and Twitter accounts of their own. Well, Eric doesn't have Facebook because...uh-oh, here I go invading his privacy...Eric has weaned himself of a lot of online activity and now prefers to devote his downtime (meaning, when he's not on tour) to writing music, meditation, making art as in collage and paintings, and reading. Good on Eric! I am trying to follow his example and miserably failing.
Same goes for Julie, the internet weaning, that is, but just add cooking to that list, and how proud am I of her! Do you know she's almost sold out of the first 1,000 of her debut CD? Do you have any idea how awesome that is? I subscribe to Bob Lefsetz' letter about the music industry and Dave Matthews only sold 3,000 CDs last week.
Have you picked up Julie's CD yet? It's getting AMAZING reviews, links for which I'll put up in my next post because some major ones are about to come out. But in the meantime, pick up your copy here.
Anyway, I started this blog in 2004 when Julie was 18, Eric 17 and at a time when blogs were just really starting to go mainstream. I am in awe when I hear of people who have had online journals since the mid-nineties. I was so late to that party, too. I did not even go on line for the first time until 2000. I know. What a luddite. Anyway, it's my ten year anniversary. On the plus side, being online has introduced me to some of the most incredible people in the universe, friends I now have all over the world I'd never have met otherwise. I was published for the first time in an online magazine soon after, which lead to my story being nominated for a Best American Short Story Award, which lead to my first novel.
On the minus side, my house looks like hell. Ha! I'm sorry, I no longer have time for housework - I have to see what my Facebook friends are doing and then I have to tweet and then I have to...
Oy.
Actually, if I am really honest, I am still sort of wary of Facebook, which I have finally learned how to use properly though I still find it overwhelming. I apologize to all of the people I inadvertently ignored - I did not know proper FB etiquette and even now, with my modest amount of "friends", I would literally be commenting there all day if I stayed current with everyone I know. So, like, blogging, Facebook must be severely cut back.
As far as Twitter, I don't know much more of that I can take. I have made a couple of great friends there, one of whom has become one of my favorite people and who has helped Julie more than I could ever begin to tell you - Anil Prasad of Innerviews and Guitar Player Magazine. Anil has a book coming out later this year and he is definitely going to be in my Celebrity Book Club. What's my Celebrity Book Club? Aha! Glad you asked. More on that in a minute.
On May 26, 2010, I had an amazing time attending Book Expo America in New York. I even got a mention, which made me laugh out loud: "Oh, the People You Meet at BEA Parties By Jason Boog on May 27, 2010
Yesterday we prowled BEA parties with Garrison Keillor's dour "Publishing is about to slide into the sea" pronouncement ringing in our ears.
Our night began at The New York Times' literary party where Ryan Chapman discussed upcoming projects and P.E. Logan chatted about book reviews. Carolyn Kellogg pondered the long night ahead of us, Thomas Rogers critiqued Sex and the City 2, and Leslie Koppenhaver cheered Graywolf Press' good year. Laura Miller shared her feelings about the Lost finale and Jonathan Lethem suggested we read a certain biography of the late, great Nathanael West.
At the Harper Perennial blogger apprecition party in the historic Algonquin Hotel, we talked with Ron Hogan about his reading series and debated publishing profits with Levi Asher. Jurgen Fauth chatted about Fictionaut while Marcy Dermansky explained her upcoming novel. Kevin Smokler talked about book tours. Susan Henderson showed off her new galley and Robin Slick said her son had joined the rock band Dr. Dog..."
Yep, the rest of the world lives vicariously through my kids, too.
But you'll see the mention of Susan Henderson. I went to New York because she was indeed signing galleys of her debut novel, Up from the Blue and I snagged one and devoured it immediately.
Listen. This book will take your breath away. I gave you the link to buy it. Do yourself a favor and pre-order it now. Susan just may win a Pulitzer for this. I don't say things like that lightly.
Joining me in New York for this wonderful occasion, which also included an amazing cocktail party at the Algonquin Hotel thrown by Sue's publisher, HarperCollins, for whom I will now be reviewing books, was my brilliant writer pal Jessica Keener, she of the bird story I mentioned above. The three of us booked a suite at the Algonguin for the night so we could party away and not have to take long train rides home. Sadly we were missing the fourth member of our Great Canadian retreat, writer Tish Cohen, because it was release week for Tish's latest book, The Truth About Delilah Blue.
I am reading that right now. The Globe and Mail called it "the summer's first terrific beach read". Read their review right here.
As soon as I am finished reading, Tish is going to get the Celebrity Book Club treatment, too. I don't know if Canadian writers are eligible for Pulitzers but...man...I cannot believe I read two books in a row of this quality.
So what exactly am I talking about? Well, here's the plan. Whenever I read a book which brings me to my knees like Up from the Blue or The Truth About Delilah Blue, I'm going to post a review. My hope is that you will buy the book or go to your local library, read it, and a few weeks later, we'll discuss it in the comment section here. I'm going to invite a lot of pretty famous author pals of mine to participate as well as some rock stars since I, erm, happen to know a few. Everyone can come here and talk about the book and they will get replies from celebrities they might normally get a chance to "meet". I'll give plenty of advance notice, and each post devoted to a special book will remain up until we've all had a chance to discuss it and then I'll move on to the next.
Let me give you a recap of some of the books I intend to talk about:
The Truth About Delilah Blue by Tish Cohen - already linked Up From the Blue by Susan Henderson - already linked It Could Be Worse, You Could Be Me by Ariel Leve - buy it here. Bad Marie by Marcy Dermansky - buy it here. Pictures of You by Caroline Leavitt - not available for pre-order yet, but read about it here. Innerviews: Music without Borders by Anil Prasad The Other Life by Ellen Meister
Notice for most of my links to buy, I use Indie Bound as opposed to Amazon. Please support indie book stores. Anyone who reads this blog knows how I loathe corporations.
Getting back to my Celebrity Book Club...
Actually, let's start with The Truth About Delilah Blue. Over the next couple of weeks, I'm going to continue to plug this before putting up a comprehensive review for us to begin our chat. Here's the official HarperCollins blurb and trailer to entice you further: "The Truth About Delilah Blue What if you woke up one day to learn that you were once a child on a milk carton? This is the provocative premise of The Truth About Delilah Blue.
Lila Mack, formerly known as Delilah Blue Lovett, has felt like an outsider ever since she moved from the gingerbread community of Cabbagetown, Toronto, to Los Angeles with her father when she was eight-years-old. Now twenty and still struggling to find her way in life, she yearns to become an artist like her long-lost mother, but, unable to pay for classes, she does something quite daring. She takes a job as an art model, posing nude for a classroom full of students so she can learn from the professor—a decision that lifts the veil of her once insular world.
Anxiety over exposing her body is the least of Lila’s worries when her father starts to become disoriented and forgetful, signs of early-onset Alzheimer’s. At the same time, her mother re-enters the scene, bringing secrets about the past that will change their lives. Suddenly, nearly everything Lila knows about herself is a lie, and she has no idea who to trust—her free-spirited mother whom she always believed abandoned the family, or her adoring father, who has begun his descent into senility and is either unable or unwilling to give her answers. Lila realizes neither parent is what he/she seems and the only one she can really rely on is the most broken person of all—herself.
The Truth About Delilah Blue showcases Cohen’s talent for finding the humor and heart in the most dysfunctional of families as she tackles the subject of parental abduction and the themes of abandonment, trust, healing and forgiveness."
Trust me, I'm not quite finished reading it yet, but I would have to agree. Though I disagree with the term "beach read"...it's way, way, way more than that.
Anyway, there is a ton of stuff going on - like, Eric is going to be on the Craig Ferguson show in a couple weeks, more exciting Julie news...wait...didn't I start this post off by telling you I wasn't going to do that anymore...okay, I lied...but I've blabbed enough for one day and I promise to be back...
So as I mentioned in the post below, Ms. Julie Slick had the opportunity to jam with Charlie Gracie at Bob Dylan's 69th birthday celebration last Monday. Freaking historic.
I really can't let this much time pass between posts again! The problem with not blogging every day is that then so much stuff happens I don't know where to start so I avoid the blog the same way I do when the house somehow gets really messy, which is still a great mystery to me since Julie and Eric no longer live here. Where does all the clutter come from? Anyway, when this happens, I am so overwhelmed i only stay in the one clean room, usually the place where my desk and computer are. It isn't until the mess spreads there, too, that I finally do housework and I'm so disgusted by all the accumulated junk that I start throwing stuff out I'd normally keep just to achieve some order.
In other words, if I don't write about stuff right after it occurs, I may skip over it altogether - either my brain has forgotten it or it doesn't seem as special as when it first happened. But trust me, some really special stuff has indeed been going on.
However, as I sit here, I am wondering where to begin. There's Eric Slick, who has been traipsing through Europe on tour with Dr. Dog, there's Julie Slick, who has so much good news I am feeling like a terrible blogger AND mother for failing to report in a more timely fashion, and then there's me, who had the time of her life last week at Book Expo America in New York City complete with sleepover party at a suite at the Algonquin Hotel with Sue Henderson and Jessica Keener. I think this last bit deserves a post of its own, so to make my life simpler, let's talk progeny today and start the ketchup process with Julie, whose debut CD is literally flying off the shelves and already receiving rave reviews.
Of course you could also pick it up at iTunes or via Julie's store. If you buy it there, make her draw you a picture along with her autograph - she's an amazing artist.
Anyway, even though Eric is playing drums with Dr. Dog right now and they're on tour for most of 2010 and Adrian is touring solo with a very cool project called "Painting with Guitar", the Adrian Belew Power Trio still lives and will not only be playing the Vancouver Music Fest but an extensive tour of Europe. Sadly, Eric is not available but I don't think anyone is going to be disappointed by his very special guest replacement.
You can see the entire tour schedule for Painting With Guitar right here, but the main thing you need to know is that on June 30, 2010 at Mexical Blues in Teaneck, New Jersey and on July 1, 2010 at World Cafe Live, Adrian will have a special opener...none other than Julie Slick, solo, and she'll be performing selections from her debut CD. Click on the venues' respective links to buy tickets...see how easy I make it for you?
By the way, if you were at the Khyber last Friday night, Julie enlisted the other members of Paper Cat, Robbie "Seahag" Mangano and Eric Slick, to perform "Rivalry" from her new CD, and here's the video:
And while I'm at it, here's a Paper Cat clip from the same night - I keep telling them, this is your hit, but I get the usual rolled eyes and "Mom, stop!"
I also have some, dare I say, historic video from Bob Dylan's 69th birthday party last Monday night but it was recorded on my flip camera and no one ever taught me how to upload from that thing so rather than risk losing footage I'll never have again, I'm waiting for Eric to get home tomorrow. Anyway, Julie jammed with the great Charlie Gracie and I absolutely cannot wait to post that!
Right now Eric is in Gorge, Washington, getting ready to perform at the Sasquatch Festival. Dr. Dog is playing in between Passion Pit and the Japandroids. Looks like Eric's old buddies, Ween are the headliners. Oh yeah, and MGMT. In the past week Eric has played in Berlin, Amsterdam, London, Paris, and I forget where else. I do know that two days ago he was in Barcelona, Spain, performing at the Primavera Festival. I like his tweets: "Hung with wilco n yeasayer a bit. " "Just had a drunken wall climbing competition with grizzly bear". Eric/Dr. Dog just had something like thirty hours of travel with connecting flights, etc., yesterday to Seattle and then tomorrow they'll have another six hour flight home, taking into consideration the three hour time difference and I don't know if they are flying non-stop or not...I suspect they'll be home at midnight and the band will all spend Wednesday sound asleep. They better, because on Thursday, they are playing Non Comm at 11:25PM and I believe tickets are still available - the show's at World Cafe Live - but it looks like you have to pay one fee to attend all events. Here's the info.
After Eric/Dr. Dog plays Non-Comm, the next day they head to Hunter, New York for Mountain Jam, which, to be honest, I cannot believe I'm missing. Take a look at who is performing:
Oh man, I really should be figuring out a way to be there. But, you know, I'd have to sleep in a tent and...
No.
I'll watch the DVD.
The following weekend, Eric/Dr. Dog plays Bonnaroo. It's crazy. What a life my kids have.
But what a life I have, too. More on that in my next post.
The end of the Dr. Dog tour/travel montage...which is hilarious, because they are only home for a few more days before taking off for Europe on Saturday and then back on tour straight through June again-- assuming that big, bad, volcanic ash cloud from Iceland and the British Airways strike doesn't interfere...and by the way, this version of "What a Strange Day" features Eric Slick on drums.
So yeah, today is Eric Slick's 23rd birthday, and what a freaking gift he got today - the Philadelphia Inquirer has a stellar review of the Thursday night Dr. Dog sold out show at the Electric Factory on the front page of their Daily Magazine Section today.
"Dr. Dog: Stuck in time, and it's all good
By Dan Weiss For The Inquirer 'Do you feel like you're stuck in time?" sang Dr. Dog's fedoraed Toby Leaman, a little more than halfway into the band's homecoming night at the Electric Factory on Thursday.
Yeah, a little. First, the Providence, R.I.-based openers, Deer Tick, covered Chuck Berry's "Maybelline" and ZZ Top's "Cheap Sunglasses" - with vocalist John McCauley donning guess-what for the latter. And Dr. Dog, the temporally obsessed main act, is itself prone to songs with titles such as "The Old Days" and "My Old Ways," full of sonic callbacks to the Beatles and the Band, to name but two of their many prominent 1960s influences.
The chief drawback of plundering such obvious source material is the inevitable comparisons to the old stuff, and the old stuff will win. But don't tell that to a sold-out crowd that chose to share the night with two of the least-hip under-30 bands currently working.
Dr. Dog has nothing to be ashamed of, actually. This gig constituted a victory lap for the decade-old band, grassroots champions in Philadelphia and then nationally: Shame, Shame, the band's seventh and best album, cracked the Billboard Top 50 last month. Or as Leaman tried to make sense of it from the stage: "We've been doing this forever. . . . Now we're here . . . and you guys are all there."
At which point they launched into "Where'd All the Time Go," which on record is a shadowy soul number with a positively liberating chorus. Live, however, new drummer and Paul Green School of Rock vet Eric Slick kicked it (and several others) into another dimension - from paisley pastiche to thunderous arena-rock.
Likewise, older numbers like "The Rabbit, the Bat and the Reindeer" pounded where they once creaked; The "oh yeahs" in "Army of Ancients" towered over the room. The newer stuff, such as the opening "Stranger" and the Spoon-like "Unbearable Why," stood out even without the extra juice, with the secret weapon of Zach Miller's keyboard sneaking in hooks to nail down the ambitious harmonies and widescreen arrangements underneath the three vocalists' jumpy interplay. Guitarists Frank McElroy and Scott McMicken traded raps on the swung "Mirror, Mirror" and thrashed their downstrokes in unison to send off "Someday."
If you were casting about for a similar retro-pop live show to match this band's fervor, you wouldn't find one in Elliott Smith's or the Format's heyday. Not even Spoon's. And they keep it up way past your money's worth, at almost two hours - tiring for dabblers, great for acolytes.
And without much help from the website Pitchfork or radio, acolytes are more plentiful than ever. As the greatest song of the night inquired, in a winsome Flaming Lips-style quaver, "Where do all the shadow people go?" We assume they got stuck in time, and that more will be joining them."
The Philadelphia Inquirer also posted twenty amazing photos of the show right here.
May 14th, 2010 LAST NIGHT: Dr. Dog At Electric Factory
Photos by Michael Alan Goldberg (click on the above link to actually see them because they are awesome] "For a now nationally-prominent band once forged out of Philadelphia’s DIY, indie scene, Thursday night was a homecoming. A painted speech bubble coming from the mouth of Ben Franklin adorning the top of the Electric Factory made the announcement: Dr. Dog.
Providence, RI’s Deer Tick warmed up the sold out crowd with delicately wound melodies, two-guitar interplay and multi-part harmonies. Songs ranged from the thumping electric rock of opener “Easy” to country folk ballads “Baltimore Blues No. 1″ and “Smith Hill.” The five-piece also debuted new material from their forthcoming June LP, The Black Dirt Sessions.
The band’s set reached a fever pitch with a rousing cover of the Chuck Berry classic “Maybelline” and culminated with a riotous rendition of ZZ Top’s “Cheap Sunglasses.”
Amid an array of strobe lighting, veteran vintage rockers Dr. Dog took to the stage to the roar of the jam-packed warehouse. In an instant, the quintet simultaneously blasted into “Stranger,” the riveting opener from last month’s long-anticipated Anti Records LP, Shame, Shame, and it was off to the races. The hometown heroes tore through a near two hour set packed with old favorites and every fresh song from the stellar new record, including the warm, slowly building first single, “Shadow People.”
Bassist Toby Leaman took up center stage and traded lead vocals with co-founding guitarist Scott McMicken, to his left, who donned Star Trek-like, wraparound shades and a colorful snowcap. To his right, guitarist Frank McElroy chimed in for a third vocal harmony and added guitar oomph.
The three got plenty of vocal support from the sea of headbobbers packed in from wall to wall on every inch of floor space the venue had to offer, who delighted in every opening chord and chorus singalong. The band’s newly-added drummer, Eric Slick pounded out unstoppable rhythms, seemingly effortlessly, on ferocious numbers like “The Old Days,” “Later” and “The Girl.” His hysterical but unequivocally precise percussion quickly became the center of attention, cuing mesmerizing lighting effects that complimented each song in the set. That set came full circle, with Shame’s meandering title track, the album’s finale.
Dr. Dog returned to the stage for a captivating, six-song encore, which began with McMicken picking up an acoustic guitar for “Jackie Wants a Black Eye,” prompting a unified clap and singalong. “We’re all in it together now,” the crowd sang assuredly in front of McMicken. The encore also included the group’s already revered cover of Architecture In Helsinki’s “Heart in Races” and fan favorites “Die, Die, Die” and “My Friend.”
It was pure euphoria for some 25 straight songs, and the thousands on hand to witness it were glad to have the five guys producing it back in town. (Kevin Brosky)"
So not only does my son wake up to this today, tonight's show at Terminal Five in New York City is the final concert on this month long tour, and guess what, it's sold out...I suspect there is going to be some serious partying in NYC this evening. Terminal Five holds about 3,000 people so the fact that it's sold out and in New York...WOW.
Usually I post the story of Eric's birth every year on this date -- yes, he was close to being born in a bank and even closer to being born in a taxi driven by the world's most nervous driver -- but rather than repeat myself, I will simply put up the link from my entry of three years ago for those interested: The Happy Birthday Eric Post
I hope you all click on that because it's a pretty hilarious story and of course could only happen to me.
Since we won't be able to make the New York trip tonight and most of Eric's friends are in Philadelphia and were at the Electric Factory show Thursday night, I knocked myself out for hours in the kitchen (har har) so that I could provide him with his two favorite cakes - triple chocolate mousse and chocolate peanut butter for a celebration post-show. I actually went out and found paper plates, napkins, etc. with dog paws and pics of dogs on them and I even bought party hats and noisemakers because well, I'm just that kind of Mom (meaning, I'm insane but if I am, too bad, because I am insanely in love with my family and that will never change, even when both kids are forty). Julie was kind enough to film the festivities on her iPhone.
So there's a lot more news on the Slick family front but since today is Eric's day, I will end this post now...but will be back if a review of last night's show in Washington, D.C. pops up or any other relevant Eric information.
Julie Slick's debut solo CD is now available! You can order it via her website, at Burning Shed, Abstract Logix, DGM, and very shortly at iTunes and Amazon.
To celebrate Julie's release, esteemed music journalist Anil Prasad has done an in-depth interview with Ms. Slick. Here's a short tease:
"Composer and bassist Julie Slick is the epitome of drive and determination. At age 24, she possesses masterful bass chops, a unique voice as a writer, and a remarkable career trajectory. She’s best-known as one-third of the Adrian Belew Power Trio, a fiery progressive rock act led by the King Crimson frontman and guitarist which also includes her virtuoso drummer brother Eric Slick. And for six years, she was a key part of the Paul Green School of Rock, the famed performance-based music school where she got to work with an incredible array of rock legends. She’s also well-known for her contributions to alternative rock acts in her local Philadelphia scene including Paper Cat, Cheers Elephant, Sweatheart, and Love Gravy.
Read the rest of the interview, including quotes from brother, Eric Slick, as well as answers to burning questions like, "How did you convince Robert Fripp to appear on your CD?" right here!
And as always, a huge shout out to Sid Smith for linking Anil's interview over at DGM News today.
Innerviews Book Update May 12, 2010 "The Innerviews: Music Without Borders book is due to be published in 2010 by Abstract Logix, the world's premier jazz-fusion label responsible for recent releases by John McLaughlin, Jimmy Herring, Gary Willis, and many others.
The official CD release party for Julie's new CD will take place Friday, May 21, 2010 at The Khyber and you can buy tickets for that show right here. This show is going to be amazing - it's four of the best new bands out there right now: Cheers Elephant (featuring Julie's boyfriend, Matt Rothstein on bass and Jordan DelRosario on guitar, both of whom make guest appearances on Julie's CD), Paper Cat, which of course is Julie on bass, Eric Slick on drums, and Robbie "Seahag" Mangano on guitar, our good friends from Atlanta, Nerd Parade...and Nerd Parade not only opened for the Adrian Belew Power Trio in Asheville but their bassist, Rich Wilson, is married to the fabulous Miss Kat, who took the amazing photos of Julie featured on both her CD and website. and New Connection, another incredible local band...I believe Julie attended Drexel University with one of its members. And if that isn't awesome enough of a line-up, after all four bands play on May 21, Julie will take the stage with her "special guests" and do a couple songs off hew new CD, which will of course be available for sale at the Khyber that night.
Then we all head over to Julie's place at what, 2:00AM, for more partying...catered by both Julie and her fabulous Dad.
Julie also plans on doing some solo touring with some very special guests and may be opening for someone we all know and love...stay tuned for details on that in the very near future, too.
And now, moving on to Eric Slick, holy cow, you should have seen my face when I opened up yesterday's Philadelphia Inquirer and saw this on the front page of the Arts and Entertainment Section!
"Dr. Dog coming home to Electric Factory
By Dan DeLuca Inquirer Music Critic
On their sixth album, Shame, Shame, the sunny Philadelphia pop-rock band Dr. Dog lets a little darkness in.
"We've always been obsessively devoted to the notion that the band is a purely positive thing," says guitarist Scott McMicken, who co-leads the band with bassist Toby Leaman.
The two have been making music together since they were eighth graders, growing up in West Grove, Chester County, and now Dr. Dog's national tour is bringing them home to the Electric Factory on Thursday.
"What I've come to realize over time," says McMicken, "is that there's nothing negative about a sad song."
Shame, Shame, the band's first album on the respected indie label Anti- - home to Tom Waits, as well as Philadelphians Man Man and Alec Ounsworth - is full of sad songs. Or so you'd think, perusing a lyric sheet to tunes with titles like "Unbearable Why" and "I Only Wear Blue."
"The good old days have passed, and the good times after that / And slowly I've become undone," the raspy-voiced Leaman, 30, sings on the opening "Stranger." "Yesterday's love defines you," the higher-pitched McMicken, 31, laments on "Jackie Wants a Black Eye." "But today that love is gone."
But even when McMicken and Leaman start with downcast raw material, it gets transformed by Dr. Dog's flair for melody and harmony. What might read as negative winds up sounding positive.
"There's so much you can do with a band when you arrange things and choose your instrumentation and dynamics," says McMicken, in his West Philadelphia apartment following a recent, packed radio-concert marathon for WXPN-FM (88.5) at World Cafe Live. After the broadcast, the band, including keyboard player Zach Miller, guitarist Frank McElroy, and new drummer Eric Slick, carried on with an 11-song encore.
"It always seems great to me how you can take a super-simple structure, like with 'Shadow People,' which has the same melody and chord progression over and over again in the verses," McMicken says, "and really make it feel like it begins somewhere and ends somewhere completely different."
McMicken smokes Camels as he sits in his kitchen, where the walls are hung with his own paintings. The sink and stove share space with a turntable and a few hundred LPs (lately he's been spinning a lot of Bob Dylan).
He points to "The Girl," from Dr. Dog's 2007 album We All Belong, as a song whose dreary mood was lifted by the buoyant music.
"When I wrote that, it was a dark broody thing," says the redheaded tunesmith, sporting a trademark Fedora but without the oversize sunglasses he wears onstage. "And then, sonically, in the instrumentation and the arrangement, we started to pull away from that as we started to dress it up.
"In a general philosophical way, that's super-important, because no matter how dark or depressive the subject matter of the song, it's not the be-all and end-all of how you're always going to feel. You need a way out of it."
When it came time to record Shame, Shame, band members felt as though they needed a way out of their normal routine, recording at the Kensington studio they affectionately call Meth Beach.
Working with the tiny indie label Park the Van, beginning with 2005's Easy Beat, Dr. Dog has been on a slow build to renown. Fate (2008) sold nearly 60,000 copies, twice those of its predecessor, We All Belong.
For its Anti- debut, the group decided to work with producer Rob Schnapf, who has worked with Elliot Smith and Beck at his Dreamland studio in upstate New York. "We'd kind of outgrown our own studio, and we just wanted to be a band on this record," says McMicken.
The experiment wasn't entirely successful. The band's DIY sensibility clashed at times with Schnapf's engineer Doug Boehm, and the pressure of "redefining yourselves and your future with a brand new label" was intense, at times, McMicken says. Plus, he says, "it was expensive as hell, and there was a finite amount of time."
Rather than finish Shame, Shame in a month, the band brought the tracks they recorded back to Meth Beach and completed them in Kensington. When they were done, they realized that the album they'd left town to record wound up being their most Philadelphian yet.
"Maybe it was being away so much," says McMicken, sussing out what gives Shame, Shame such a strong sense of place. All the Dr. Dog guys live in West Philly, except for Leaman, the sole married member of the band, who resides in Wilmington, and its sixth touring member, Dmitri Manos, who lives in Tucson, Ariz.
On "Station," when Leaman hits the road, he leaves behind a handful of tokens for his friends to use on the Baltimore Avenue trolley car. "Shadow People," which McMicken wrote with Dan Auerbach, takes a virtual tour of West Philly bohemia, from basement house parties to the Second Mile Center thrift shop.
With his new songs, McMicken has moved from an abstract to a more concrete approach to songwriting.
"The process for me used to be, how far could I reach out for an imaginary something," he says. Now, "the idea of what's in front of me, and where can I go from there, has become much more compelling. What is the obvious truth at exactly this moment? I try to start with that."
And if that wasn't enough, The Philadelphia Weekly has an interview with Scott McMicken right here, and I see it's Part One so if Part Two pops up later today, I'll come in and add it. Here's a great excerpt:
Q: "This was the first big tour with your new drummer, Eric Slick — that aspect of it went well?
A: Incredibly well, yeah. He’s brought, like…with our old drummer that we had, the thing with him not being in the band anymore, it’s not at all because of his ability or lack of being an amazing drummer. It was kind of other things. So I was quite content performance-wise with the band that we were, and then that all changes when Eric shows up. He’s brought a whole ‘nother thing to it, which is pretty much awesome. He’s the best musician in the band at this point, so all of us are absorbing a lot off of him. I feel like he’s making us all better musicians. He’s definitely added a whole new element not only to the way the songs are being played, which is really exciting, but adding a whole new element to how we think about our situations on our instruments and everything. He’s a great person, hilarious and excited, and there’s a whole new kind of energy coming from him. So it’s actually kind of overwhelming sometimes. It all happened so fast, but the results have just been so awesome and helped us with a lot of confidence and everything, so it’s been great."
Yeah, that's way cool and not the first time they've made mention of Eric in that regard. In another recent interview, Scott had a similar response:
"NC: I actually saw you guys at SXSW, and you guys have a new drummer. How's that going? Has he influenced or affected the way you guys present your songs live?
SM: Yeah, his name is Eric Slick. He joined the band in January. He’s absolutely influenced our live show; I can’t overstate that enough. I fell like everything about what our band is doing right now has resulted from the addition of Eric to the band. It was a t such a welcomed time. We were all really feeling the need for that, and he’s come in with so many new ideas and such a different feel with so much enthusiasm. Technically speaking, he’s a far superior musician to any of us, which is awesome because he’s pushing us a lot harder. The first time I ever played with him I thought, “Oh my gosh, this rules. I’m going to have to get so much better!” There’s a foundation here now that’s so unwavering, that there really is no more room for me to hide. And of course, Toby being the bass player has a whole new rhythm section to work off of. We’ve all been so incredibly affected and inspired by playing with Eric. It’s great, it worked immediately, but it’s still so much fun to play with him because it’s still pa pretty new thing. There are changes occurring that you can feel and we’re taking things in slightly new directions. There’s a real freshness about playing these days because we also have this new record out. It’s a perfect time for him to have joined the band, and it really has brought so much positive influence on our shows and just the experience of being in a band."
Nashville Scene also reviewed the show right here and remarked "Oh, and brand-new drummer Eric Slick is absolutely fluid, by the way."
Ha ha, what a surprise.
The Dallas Observer also reviewed a recent show and said: "...if the giant sound coming from the stage was any indication, it seems the combination of new material and new drummer Eric Slick has pushed the band's live show to ever further heights...."
There are so many great reviews out there I can't possibly post them all, but if you are interested, just hit Google.
Have you bought tickets yet for Dr. Dog tomorrow night at the Electric Factory? Better hurry! Last I heard, it was 80% sold out and that was a few days ago. In the event you haven't taken care of that yet, I'll make it easy for you. Here's the link to buy tickets!
We are celebrating Eric's 23rd birthday that night, though he won't be 23 until Saturday, May 15, where he will be celebrating again at Terminal Five at Dr. Dog's last show on this U.S. run before heading for Europe on May 22. Haven't bought your NYC tickets yet, either? They are also almost sold out, too. I know it's going to be an awesome night involving God knows what the band might be planning so it's a Don't Miss Occasion. Here's the link for tickets to the NY show!
But rest assured the Philly show is going to feature, if I do say so myself, awesomely decadent chocolate birthday cake(s) if you are lucky enough to snag a backstage invite.
If you don't grab tickets for NY or Philly, you're outta luck on the east coast. Both Boston shows this week are completely sold out and Friday night's show in Washington, D.C. is sold out as well.
Dog Power!
Oh, God, speaking of that, I opened up a Twitter account for our dog, Monty, as a joke for Julie and Eric but I woke up yesterday to all these followers. So now I guess I have to manage Monty's Twitter account on a daily basis to keep up with his fans. If you love dogs, or are interested in just how insane I can be, please follow him/me on Twitter, okay? Cool? Cool.
Okay, enough writing about my brilliant progeny. Time to return to working on my novel, which is gathering steam like you would not believe. I've never been more psyched about anything I've written to date.
And last night at yoga, we learned an anti-anxiety/insomnia position. It was ridiculously easy and I literally felt the stress and toxins leave my body within seconds. If anyone wants me to describe the position, just let me know. I'm about to do it now, just for the high.
Thursday night I had the privilege of seeing Keith Emerson and Greg Lake in concert. Special shout out to Gary's pal Eric Slifkin for getting us probably the world's best seats at the Keswick Theater, and to current Emerson/Lake tech and our great friend Andre Cholmondeley for surprising us with VIP backstage passes.
So wait...I was actually going to meet Keith Emerson and Greg Lake? You are kidding me.
Is that really Greg and me having a chat on the tour bus? Why yes, it is. Ask me how cool that was. And look. He signed my VIP pass. And he was so charming. Every time I went to stand up to leave because I was really worried I was over-extending my visit, he took me by the arm and pushed me back down and said "Sit, sit, don't go." Wow. Just wow. I mean, the guy had just played a long show and he probably wanted to go pass out somewhere but instead he was really into having a conversation.
Let me give you a little history here and why this is such a big deal. Back when I was a little baby hippie, I knew I loved rock music but I wasn't allowed to play it at my house because my father was a jazz musician and he truly believed that the Beatles killed his career. But not only did I love the Beatles, I saved my babysitting money and bought music I thought was cool based on songs I heard on my old transistor radio - the AM station, yet. So yeah, I did buy the Beatles Revolver but my collection also included groovy albums like The Turtles Greatest Hits. I did not have a clue as to what was really going on in the underground FM music world. What's ironic about my Turtles choice is that when I was a few years older I would call myself lame for liking them and I kinda wrote them off. But then as a adult, I realized d'oh, the Turtles were actually Flo and Eddie, who played with one of my musical heroes, Frank Zappa, so even not knowing anything about rock music as a kid, I had instinctive good fucking taste. Anyway, not to plug my book or anything, but if you've read my (very) creative non-fiction memoir, Daddy Left Me Alone with God, while a lot of the stuff in there is completely make believe, the bit about learning about rock and roll from my young, teenage boyfriend, who would later be my husband, is completely true to every last detail. He turned me on to all the great bands, and one of the first albums he brought over was Emerson, Lake and Palmer. I fell in love on listen number one, the same as when I heard King Crimson's Court of the Crimson King for the first time...unlike anything I'd ever heard. In fact, Gary brought those two albums over at the same time along with the Moody Blues Days of Future Passed and Procol Harum's Salty Dog. Can you imagine the sensory overload of being introduced to those four albums simultaneously?
Gary and I loved ELP so much that we would have ELP listening parties when my father wasn't home and we'd even play his stereo (we were forbidden to touch that but our records sounded so much better on his than my plastic record player). We'd start with album one, move to album two, (Tarkus, and so on, all the way up to Brain Salad Surgery.
Ever see what stereos and crappy plastic record players from the sixties look like? Here's what my father got to listen to his stuff on:
Here's what I was stuck with:
Anyway, getting back to Gary and me, one of our very first "dates" as kids was going to the old Philadelphia Spectrum and seeing Emerson, Lake and Palmer. The opener that night was YES. And then the night I went into labor with Julie and I was freaking out because the doctor told me not to go to the hospital until early the next morning based on the timing of contractions even though I swore I was about to give birth at my house any second, Gary kept playing two songs over and over to calm me down - Emerson, Lake and Palmer's Take a Pebble and Mark Knopfler's Theme from Local Hero. Tony Levin plays bass on that. My whole world came full circle Thursday night when Gary and I also talked to Keith Emerson on the tour bus. Because in 2008, Julie and Eric and Adrian played the Creation of Peace Festival in Russia with Keith Emerson and Tony Levin. I'd already met Tony a few years ago and that was surreal enough as a long time fan...meeting Keith had now officially blown my mind altogther.
Here's Julie and Tony in Russia:
And Julie, Andre, and Keith in Russia.
So here's Gary, Keith, and me, hanging out on the Emerson/Lake tour bus Thursday as I naturally babbled the whole story to Keith in about twenty seconds and he just kind of stared at me smiling as the words rushed out but hurrah, he did in fact remember playing with Julie and Eric in Russia and was extremely gracious.
Anyway, I never dreamed I'd get a chance to hear Emerson and Lake play together again. I was so excited and it's funny, I never doubted for a second that the show would be amazing. Yes I know we are all older, have health issues...I knew about Keith's hand surgeries...yet I knew this was going to be a chill rendering concert.
The stage set was made to look like a recording studio and Greg explained that they were recording the show each night and wanted the vibe on stage. But they had a typical ELP touch - a lit torch...and they both entered the stage through velvet cloaks/drapery.
Like I said, our seats were so great I could clearly see the expressions on both Keith and Greg's faces - they were relaxed, happy, and knew Philadelphia has always been a prog friendly city. The first song was In the Beginning.
Seriously. Greg's voice was AMAZING. It was like forty years had not passed by. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. Naturally I did not bring tissues (who expected to cry at a rock concert?) so by the time he started in on song two, the sleeves of my sweatshirt were soaked from wiping my face.
They played I Talk to the Wind from In the Court of the Crimson King. I completely lost it.
But when they followed that up with Take a Pebble, it was really all over for me. Please oh please watch these videos. It's from a live show in Belgium in 1971. What a fantastic treat to find this!
Anyway, I would love to fill this blog post up with You Tubes of every song they played, but then this page would take forever to load, your computers would freeze, and you'd all hate me. But hopefully you'll look them up yourselves because they are amazing. The remaining set list was as follows:
Tarkus (oh my God, please listen to that)...and Greg's voice on Stones of Years...holy cow, he just got more and more powerful as the evening went on. No one has a voice like that. No one.
What was also cool was that they conversed with the audience in between songs and in case any of you are planning on attending future shows, I don't want to be a spoiler. It's bad enough I'm giving you the set list but they said they're still playing with it and adding new things, etc. so I don't feel bad giving it away. Plus, it's on forum boards everywhere, too.
Intermission time, and as a woman, I gotta laugh...I stood in my first bathroom line, ever, at a prog concert.
They took the stage about twenty minutes later, and Keith told a story about the old days...when he used to play while spinning around on his piano up in the air. Take that, Pink.
They followed that with C'est La Vie -- Keith on the accordian and Greg on the acoustic. It was brilliant. Just brilliant.
And then a surprise -- a smoking version of Bitches Crystal. Out of their entire catalogue, that selection surprised me but I was really glad they chose to play it. Definitely a highlight.
Then Keith went into a vocal-less America, followed by Rondo. And I think Prelude to a Hope. (Andre, if you are reading this, come in and help me here...I know I am missing something)
ETA: Okay, as always, Andre came through for me. He did indeed play Prelude to a Hope, then Malambo (from "Estancia Suite") by Alberto Ginastera (he wrote TOCCATA on Brain Salad Surgery). Both of these amazing songs are tracks on the recent Keith Emerson Band featuring Mark Bonilla CD and also available on iTunes. And d'oh, I already own that CD. So should you!
And thus we stood yet again for what was many, many standing ovations. Keith Emerson is a God. I'm sorry, but he is. No one can convince me otherwise.
Then they took some questions from the audience. I actually enjoyed that, and most of the questions were thoughtful and intelligent, except one bonehead asked Greg about what inspired him to write 21st Century Schizoid Man. I put my head in my hands and groaned. Pete Sinfield wrote those lyrics and the song was written collectively by King Crimson.
Greg could have made an idiot of the guy but he chose to handle it classily. He called the lyrics dark and commented how while written in 1969, many of the sentiments expressed in the song have come true and how interesting (and scary) that was. "Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man. "
Someone asked Keith about the difficulties he was having with his right hand and Keith got really choked up when he answered...his eyes filled with tears. Trust me, Gary and I were sitting close enough to see. He remarked that he'd had several unnecessary surgeries which led to permanent damage, and he spoke of the utter despair he was in, seriously believing he'd never play again. Did he have limitations when he played Thursday night? Yes, of course, but it didn't matter, it made the show even more poignantly beautiful.
Did I mention he played the original moog given to him by its creator, Robert Moog. What a thrill it was to see that up close and personal!
Pirates was next - it blew me away. Totally.
They left the stage, we clamored for an encore, they quickly obliged.
Then Greg gave us the very surprising background of Lucky Man and launched into the song and what a shock, I cried through that, too.
Again, I don't want to spoil the show for anyone planning on attending in the future, so I won't tell that tale or the Leonard Bernstein story (hilarious)...all I can say is, check out their remaining tour dates and um, keep your eye on their respective websites for what may be some exciting news about the future...
So to wrap this up, the evening was magical, and I am now the proud owner of the following photograph...Welcome Back My Friends to the Show that Never Ends...Ladies and Gentlemen, EMERSON, LAKE, AND SLICK!
I'd like to thank Mary Ann Burns, a longtime friend of the band, for taking the photos of Gary, Greg, Keith and me and for being kind enough to email them to me so that I could have them for my blog and for posterity. She rocks!
Wow, if I had known Jimmy Kimmel had his own You Tube Channel, I might not have stayed up until 1:30AM last night to catch my son on drums with Dr. Dog.
And if you believe that...
Anyway, in case you were asleep last night and missed it, here you go. Actually, even if you were awake, you would not have seen this first video - it was taped especially for Kimmel's website:
But here's what they performed on the show:
And in case you missed the live stream of their college gig in San Francisco:
