this monday at the hideout
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.
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this monday at the hideout
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?
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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.
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I forgot to post last Monday's show details. I played with a segment of the punk rock group the Mekons, in support of our new release, Jura. It was the best attended Monday Hideout I've done (possibly excepting the Michael Shannon show, I think the numbers were about identical) so I guess not posting anything here is the key to success.
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Hey, that was a killer Kinky Friedman show last night!
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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.
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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.
this monday at the hideout
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 monday at the hideout/pittsburgh house show
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.
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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.
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I play country blues and one or two other things with Eric Noden. Lots of groovy guitar work!
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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.
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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.
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If you like a crowded stage emitting many decibels, this is for you. This Monday I'll ring in the summer with a bunch of summer-themed pop covers (Sheryl Crow, hello! Coconut Records, high five! Astrud Gilberto, 'sup? Marvin Gaye, duck!) accompanied by Scott Stevenson, Scott Ligon, Alex Hall, and Liam Davis. They'll all be singing, I'll be singing, and singing more than probably anyone will be the high priestess of modern-day Second City, the divine Tawny Newsome. Come drink and dance with all of us.
this monday at the hideout
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.
this monday at the hideout
To replace Wendy Lewis, who was suddenly afflicted with a busted car, a few friends -- Gerald Dowd, Steve Dawson, and John Abbey -- are coming down Monday to do some music with me. Not sure what it'll be but sure it'll be something!
this monday at the hideout
Robbie Gjersoe and I will play a bunch of new compositions of mine, many of which are in the running for my next Bloodshot release, which I'm tracking the week following. Since the songs are mostly quiet and 100 people in a bar aren't, we're capping attendance at 60 and pre-selling tickets for this one; so if this is the kind of thing that interests you, I recommend buying in advance. Everyone will be seated, and no tapers, audio or video.