CHEER UP, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. THIS IS WHERE YOU GET TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
Day 4 & 5 - Rock Island, IL
A big shout to all our new friends in town and at rozz fox for being super cool, hospitable, good time people, hope to be back soon. great breakfast at mama comptons. and thanks daytrotter for putting up with us! look at us reunited with our pal on the wall (small houses)
our vinyl is now available at ragged records in davenport, IA!
I love Chicago. It was pretty immediate. I can’t even believe we made it. We woke up at 7:47am in the parking lot of an auto mechanic shop in Michigan City, IN waiting to learn our fate and by 10:30am we we’re loading equipment into a freight elevator at Audiotree in Chicago, greeted by awesome folks, bagels, coffee and powered through a live session that run on unlikely steam. Packed it up then headed to Oak Park where we played a 2-hour set at Oaktoberfest Street Festival on one of the most picturesque days of the year to hundreds of kind and cheery Chicagoans. Packed it up and made our way over to the Tonic Room, a supposedly haunted club that used to be some sort of satanic temple. We shared a bill with our boiz from Philly, Cold Fronts and Chicago based, Safe Haven who BLEW THE ROOF OFF OF THE PLACE AND MY MIND. Patrick Lyons (the lead singer, guitarist and lap steelist) was an insane player, comparable to Philly’s own Ross Bellenoit, hilarious and wrote incredible songs and sung them greatly. We made some friends and hung out and read sexual astrology books aloud, and then hit the town as much as we could before we hit a wall.
I don’t know, Chicago is beeyouteeful. Just what we needed. Thank you.
Day 2 “The Maybe Boys Tour”
This day deserves a poem rather than prose:
If only ypsi had a gypsy
That could have kept us close
With her potions and bows
When all arrows pointed home
What exactly are we doing here?
It’s hard to remember why
When the purpose isn’t clear
And so we give it all
For some flies on the wall
Then gather up our ashes
And begin our suicide haul
I dowse myself in blessed rest
And awake to the engine
Vomiting up the garbage it ingests
And on the side of the road
We wait like a bunch of slain rodeo bros
At the mall on Black Friday
For a stranger to hitch and tow
And so it goes…
To be continued….
Day 1 - “The Maybe Boys” Tour
Venue: Beachland Tavern
"We came here for our induction into the Hall of Fame, tentatively, the deal we have with them is that if Luke turns into Randy Newman by the end of our set then we will be inducted tomorrow"
I awoke this morning in Cleveland surprisingly well rested and practically cured from a head full of ragweed/seasonal allergies mucus that came about the day before we left. The night before we played at the Beachland Tavern after an 8 hour drive. 8:30am rise, a stop at Grumpy’s Cafe’ for breakfast, a quick stop at “The Christmas Story House” (which I thought had a longer driveway but was made up for by accurate placement of the leg lamp. Oddly located in a pretty delapidated neighborhood) and the grand finale of our Cleveland time spent with an emotional visit to the Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame. Literally, hidden tears.
Greeted by wall-sized photographs of Robert Johnson and Ray Charles below the title “THE ORIGINS AND INNOVATORS OF ROCK N’ ROLL.” Conveniently cropped.
I overheard an old lady who had walked up the Robert Johnson photo say, “Robert Johnson… Hm, I’ve never heard of him before” to her equally aged friend. For a second I felt a little disappointment but then immediately felt revived that she was now aware of someone who, even if you aren’t familiar with his works, you are extremely familiar with tons of famous works that would not exist without Robert Johnson. And so it goes…
As I made my way down the first hallway, titled “THE ROOTS”, it was composed of small exhibits organized chronologically honoring the pioneers of blues and roots music in America, complete with headphones to allow people to familiarize themselves with this music. I was most happy to see a section dedicated to, in my opinion, the greatest voice of all time, Mahalia Jackson….
I sincerely get teary eyed at even the sight or mention of Mahalia Jackson. Aside from having a voice that makes you believe in god, she also has a lot of nostalgic value that reminds me of the early days of love since passed and a particular night I spent listening to her record “I Believe” lying on the floor in the dark staring at the ceiling and being completely floored, literally. (speaking of which, if anyone comes across a digital copy of that record, please let me know) :…..)
Here is a picture of Howlin’ Wolf’s guitar, which in today’s terms would be the equivalent to Kid Rock’s digital sampler (which also exists in the hall of fame) YIKES/NICE.
As time went on at the museum I got progressively more and more bored which is pretty true to my feelings about music in general (exaggeration). What began as simple, raw, cathartic, purgings of the soul and reactions to ones surroundings slowly became disguised in costumes, drugs, money, flashiness and distraction and while a lot of it was amazing in a different way it still lost some of the beauty of the origins in the mix. YA KNOW?!
Anyway, we’re in Ypsilanti, MI now. Playing Woodruff’s tonight. There’s a medical marijuana shop across the street, next to a hydroponic shop, next to a glasswares shop, next to a costume store.
Mhmm. Smooth. J.J. Cale “Troubador”