It's a brand new year -- but I'm up to the same old tricks at the Hideout, as I continue the countdown to the end of my residency with a reboot of some old favorites.Read More
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I sing musical songs with Kelly Hogan, the only musician friend I have who can not only go toe to toe with me but often kick my butt on such questions as, What year was Fat City released? and What was Susan Tyrell's character's name in Big Top Pee-Wee?Read More
How much do I have to do for you people? I've jumped into standing pools of water, knocked teeth out, broken noses with flying shoes, held high F# for 20 seconds, rapped freestyle, taken off my pants, fiddled, memorized dozens of pages of single-spaced text for a one-time-only performance, picked up and down as fast as possible, and turned my private affairs into jokes at the risk of permanently alienating everyone I love just to get a chuckle from you.Read More
Hey, that was a killer Kinky Friedman show last night!Read More
I'm ending my Monday night residency, but not soon. I'll be reprising my favorite themes and revisiting my favorite guests, or at least those who live around here, as a sort of sentimental last hurrah, and it'll take about a year.Read More
Here's the last Monday show until mid-October: a night of Merle Haggard music, played by Gerald Dowd, JJ Piet, Brian Wilkie, John Rice, and me, and more or less starring Redd Volkaert, who seems to know something about the subject.
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.Read More
I play country blues and one or two other things with Eric Noden. Lots of groovy guitar work!Read More
About once a year I do a wordplay-generated mashup at my Monday residency. This Monday it's "Graham and Charlie Parker." I seem to recall, during previous mashup preparation bouts, which, by the way, are always extensive and call on a broad swath of the cerebrum, that subtle and surprising common threads have come to light. This time, not so much. The reason you can find an element here and there in, for instance, a Monk head, that can be made to correspond with something in, for example, oh, a Monkees melody, is that the world of harmony is finite. Narrowed down further yet by the subcategories "American" and "midcentury" (broadly speaking, of course) and "popular" (jazz used to be popular music, believe it or not), the project starts looking much less lunatic, and a Monk-Monkees or two-Parker set of music can come to be something other than an otiose comic exercise.Read More
I Heart Roger Miller. Me and three other weirdoes play 18 great tunes from Roger's catalog, leaving 35 other great tunes from his catalog unplayed. Emotional forecast: jittery highs, soul-smothering lows.