I'm playing with Steve Dawson. We're doing songs by women, who, while slightly more than half of humanity, compose but a smallish fraction of the writers and singers of popular music.
This week it's the Scavengers. Robbie Gjersoe, K.C. McDonough, Gerald Dowd and I play a set of music, in all the styles that middle-aged guys seem to like.
If you live in the Pittsburgh area -- say, within 100 miles in any direction except west -- and want to host me and a great bunch of acoustic players on Saturday October 10, please write to me here. As usual, my preference is that you have some experience hosting house concerts for audiences of 60-80 people.
With my boy Preston leaving for college next month, we're giving him a sendoff with a Monday night show starring himself. Musically, he and I are sort of co-curating. Preston picked the material and will be drumming and singing most of it, and I picked the players. So 100 lucky people will get to witness a bunch of doddering journeymen hacking their way through LCD Soundsystem, etc. There will also be guest appearances, a bake sale, a yard sale (X-boxes, Pokemon cards, mint-condition volumes of Mexican poetry), an ad hoc game show, and weeping.
I play country blues and one or two other things with Eric Noden. Lots of groovy guitar work!
Thanks to everybody coming to these shows Redd and I are doing this summer. Good to see the rooms full of warm eloquent people. Like a dessert course at the end of a day of driving (not much), yakking about life and musicians and music (lots), walking around town, and woodshedding on the guitar and, since Thursday, mandolin. I bought a nice one at Retrofrets in Brooklyn! I think I've said it before: if you're within 100 miles of 233 Butler Street, and you play a stringed and fretted instrument and love the old ones, you need to stop in. They are welcoming and knowledgeable, especially in comparison to the average vintage music shop staff. I got a 1919 Gibson Model A. Now I wake up each morning and play "The Girl I Left Behind Me" before my first cup of coffee -- bliss.
I welcome one of America's great (if not justly acclaimed) songwriters, John Sieger. I've been good friends with John, and an avid admirer and very occasional co-writer, since the early 1990s. Then he was pretty fresh off his big-league success with his Milwaukee band, Semitwang, and making waves in Nashville with his songs being cut by BoDeans, Dwight Yoakam, Flaco Jimenez, and others. Today, he's an eminence grise in his Wisconsin hometown, and writing, truly, better than ever. On Monday, Robbie Gjersoe will join John and me, and the three of us'll cut loose on a dozen or so of John's titles, and a few of mine.