Monthly Archives: January 2010

gallery shows 1/14 and 1/16.

Tomorrow night January 14 2010 during Artwalk I’ll play a slack little gallery in downtown LA called The Exchange. Exact location 114 W 5th Street, Los Angeles 90013 (on 5th Street between Spring and Main). Time is more or less between 7:30-9:30. Probably two 30 min sets at 7:45 and 8:30, followed by a set by Dick & Jane. I’ll have a trio with David Orser on standup bass and Scotty Boyd on mandolin. We’ll be playing uptempo roadhouse rube jazz and jug sounds, more recent and raucous than the solo instrumentals I usually post on the web. This place is a nice room to hang around in, super laid back, good for chatting and whatnot.

On Saturday night January 16 I’ll play a party for FORTH magazine at G2 gallery in Venice Beach. G2’s address is 1503 Abbot Kinney. Set time is about 7pm, I think. The band will be Tom Marion on mandolin and David Orser again on bass. The crowd will be attractive and stylish, a decent wine will be forced upon attendees, and I imagine it’ll be a groovy little deal. That’s for the west siders among you.

Both shows free as a bird and free as in beer. And both times I’ll spend the overwhelming majority of my time quaffing the wine and blabbing with whatever pals stop by. So stop by to quaff and blab.

photos from a couple gigs

Playing a school for disabled children up in north Hollywood:

gig playing at Lowman's school

The kids get up and mosh, bang on whatever in a semi-rhythm, and generally create pure bedlam. Great crowd. They put the cool indie kids at rock clubs to shame.

Playing at a nursing home in the valley:

gig playing at nursing home

The ladies at the nursing home flirt like mad. One was very grabby in a physical way. I felt like Tom Jones.

The day after I did this show I got an email from my aunt saying that my mom was very jazzed because some musician had come to play old timey music in her nursing home. Not the same nursing home that I played at. So it was a moment of instant karma, the good kind.

But let’s agree to ignore the freaky Oedipal aspect of karma and my mom’s flirty peers. Because that would be freaky.