Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Goodbye Jason

My friend Jason is moving back to Arizona. I met him 8 or 9 years ago when he answered my add online looking for a bass guitar player. Aside from the unmistakable fact that he considerably taller than me (and I am 6'3") he stood out with his easy going and somewhat flambouyant attitude and excellent musicianship. He could play, sing, and he stood out in a crowd! Most importantly, Sue also thought he was great - the "Anti-Bob" as she referred to him as (inside joke) - despite the fact that she was appalled that I would trust meeting someone off of the internet. After a few years playing together in the band, Jason quit when he moved to Worchester. A while later when I had the need for a fillin bass player, I called him to ask if he could help out. Surprizingly, he said he had recently dreamed that I called him and we played together again - so he accepted. This lasted a while longer, but the travel distance and lack of steady band work was too big an obstacle, so he joined another band. Still, we made attempts to keep in touch and get together a couple times a year. The kids totally loved him and fight for his attention when he visits, and he is very patient and amused by them. When he called the other day to say he was moving back to Arizona where is mother and sister and many friends live, we were sad for us but happy for him. So a simple cookout and singalong at our house served well as a going away party, where we all got to do our best to make him feel loved (and feel bad for leaving us!). Julie & Jamie set him up with an "Instant Message" screen name under the assumption that he might actually IM with us, I gave him all of our blog links (so maybe he'll actually read this), recorded his special song "Interstate 80 Iowa", and of course took lots of pictures.





Goodbye Jason :-(
Peace be with you!

Friday, July 27, 2007

Hotel California - For What It's Worth

My Mary gave me the book “Hotel California” for Fathers Day, with her handwritten inscription “here’s a look at the crazy, wild, wacky, and just plain weird things that CSN&Y, James Taylor, The Eagles, etc got up to along the years”. Of course the mid sixties through the seventies was my music listening “Prime Time” and I know much about my icons. My musical heroes were young (only 5 to 10 years older than myself) men and women swept up by the power of music, witnessed music’s ability to move people and even culture and who were determined to propagate that movement. More than biographies about specific people, this is more of a story about the growth of the music industry through that particular era, and of course contains many stories about how the musicians helped start, create and change the industry. But unlike an authorized biography, the authors does not feel obliged to put a positive spin on anyone in particular, and paints a much broader picture of the musicians, the music, the times and the effect they had on each other.

The book chronicles how these rebellious young singer/songwriters and music industry upstarts congregated in L.A. in the 60’s – hungry, restless, motivated, committed, and eager to change the world. Of course, as they start to succeed in changing their world, their world changes them. Eventually most of them become the exact people doing the exact things that they so vigorously protested against when they were starting out. Their rebelliousness against the establishment was the reason that listeners loved them so much and bought records and concert tickets which afforded them the ability to stop being hungry, restless, motivated, committed, and eager to change the world.

“Come on people now, smile on your brother. Everybody get together; try to love one another right now” and “There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear. There’s a man with a gun over there telling me I’ve got to beware. I think its time we stop, children, what’s that sound. Everybody look what’s going down”. Music could change the course of society’s evolution – or so they/we thought.

As young listeners, we were moved emotionally by certain songs, bands, players – and eagerly took sides, defiantly defended OUR bands. We argued who was better – the Beatles or the Dave Clarke 5 (yes, that preceded arguments that continue to this day between the Beatles or the Stones), or even who was better within a band – John or Paul, or Stephan or Neil. Songs weren’t just favorite melodies; they MEANT something to us – as they obviously meant something to the songwriter/performer. I always gravitated towards the “singer/songwriter” types, as their lyrics and the performance of them seemed so personal and committed. Sonny and Cher sang songs that were written by someone else who wrote songs all day that could be sung by anyone else. Neil Young wrote songs that nobody but Neil could do properly. Sonny and Cher could never had sung “The Needle and the Damage Done” while Neil could never had sung “I’ve Got You Babe”. I (and most every young musician wannabe) felt a certain allegiance to certain performers, and learned to play and sing their songs with as close to the same intensity as I could master. The music was personally important, it meant something, it became a part of our beings, and it helped to drive us and even politically motivate us. Bands or songs could motivate us to take a stand and protest against war, injustice, prejudice, government wrong-doing. Of course I am now well aware that many of my icons became drug and people abusing, money hungry egomaniacs, but their self-destructive outcome didn’t change the honesty of their previously expressed idealist views and artistic talent.

Maybe I’m old and blind and out of touch, but I don’t see that these days. Certainly my own kids have favorite bands and songs, but I don’t think it’s with the same sense of commitment. I’m sure Mary or Corey have “their songs” and have learned to play them on their guitars and years down the road will make them smile when they come on the Oldies station, but I’m not sure they have songs that will make them cry (now or 30 years from now) or that make them want to become better people or join a cause. I do. And I’m not saying I’m better or they are lesser – of course they are good people and will do good things. I just don’t think that the “power of music” contributes as much to their developing psych-ee as it did to me and my contemporaries.

These days, people scoff at the summer/oldies/reunion concert tours that these aging throwbacks perform. Certainly these 60-something rockers & bands are a far cry from what they once were. Lack of health, voice, energy, and current relevance is obvious. They are no longer a “force to be reckoned with” as they originally were. I agree that their efforts to record and sell new material generally fall far short of their own previously set standards. By all logical reason, they should have hung it up long ago – so why do they still survive? Because even though they are no longer the idealistic rabble-rousers they once were, they still remember the feelings they had when they wrote those anthems so long ago. Maybe CSNY or Joni Mitchell are not relevant to today’s music industry, but they are still relevant to us who first learned about the world through their songs. WE still remember the power and the emotion evoked by the songs, and long for that feeling that once drove us (or celebrate that it still does). I wonder if Corey will go to a Counting Crows or Green Day concert when he is in his 50’s? (Not that at 18 I could conceive of going to a CSNY concert at 50!)



The book ends with a short, recent interview with Ned Doheny – a lesser known member of the old Laurel Canyon 60’s-70’s Singer/songwriter clique – talking about how those artist’s collective rise to superstardom ruined themselves, and their effect on the world in general.
[In selling their souls for fame and riches, the stars of the 60’s and 70’s helped create a world where passive consumerism replaced emotional engagement and political commitment. The apathy of twentysomethings over the environment and Iraq is shocking when one harks back to the civil rights and Vietnam War protests of the 60’s. Nobody is writing songs about what George Bush is doing. And you get to thinking ‘maybe the power of music is over’. He pauses and proffers a sad smile. “Maybe I should go downstairs and not worry about it,” he says. “But I keep saying to my son ‘Don’t you guys get it?’” {taken from the book Hotel California by Barney Hoshyns}] These last lines haunted me.

I wonder what art form will inspire our children to desire to make their world a better place? I don’t think it’s music – at least not now. Maybe their world is so comfortable that they feel no need to improve it, they have no hunger. Or they simply don’t know what they hunger for, and have no spokes-person to point it out in a way that moves them. One of their own music icons even points out the apparent apathy in one of his own songs, singing

[Now we see everything that's going wrong With the world and those who lead it We just feel like we don't have the means To rise above and beat it So we keep waiting Waiting on the world to change We keep on waiting Waiting on the world to change
{John Mayer}]

If this performer wrote this lyric in the late 60’s / early 70’s, Neil Young and Lynyrd Skynrd would have ganged up and retaliated and mobilized their fans so much that it would have been the last song this guy ever sung. Ah but that was the good old days – not that they were so good, they weren’t – which is why people united together, rose up and did something about it. The difference in my generation was that, instead of Presidents and Generals and Adventurers, our heart and soul leaders were our poets and singers. I don’t know who my own children’s heart and soul leaders are (Bart Simpson, Steven Colbert?). It’s not me – I’m who they are supposed to be rebelling against. On one hand I’m glad they are not, but on the other I’m not sure that’s good. Our country was built on rebellion and desire for social improvement. If we are so well off and our children so complacent that they no longer care to rebel and improve their world, then we might be in big trouble.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Cooped up with Joe

Joe has had chickens for over a year. Recently he became seriously interested in them, reading about how to properly care for them and about all the different breeds. Since one of his pair perished, Joe has taken it upon himself to be the remaining ones playmate - sitting in the coop, talking to it, teaching it to let him hold it, setting up a cleaning schedule and system for the coop. Pretty in-depth for a 10 year old. Sue has been so impressed with Joe's level of commitment, she got him two more adult hen's to join his other one. Then she mail-ordered him 25 baby chick's - due to arrive this week. This meant the need to build a new, bigger chicken coop. Joe had plenty of ideas and with Sue's help had already scoured the scrap pile for salvagable materials. So - I had my weekend project. Normally when I build, I retreat into my own little world, ignore the family, forget to eat, etc... Jamie is usually the only one who ever wants to help, but this time Joe - who can't focus or sit still long enough - wanted "in" on every aspect. So father & son spent 6 hours (ask Joe) working on saturday and more on sunday. Joe learned to use the drill and change the bits with the chuck key. He got to climb on the shed roof. He cut boards with the chop saw, hammered nails, used a post hole digger, planned and contributed ideas - and maintained a sense of amazement and pride throughout. He didn't fight me over things I said wouldn't work. We shopped for what lumber we couldn't scrounge, and picked out hinges. In two days he turned from a monkee into a carpenter. Now that I'm back to work and he's home, I have to hope that with his newfound knowledge of power tools, he doesn't turn into a danger! I'm afraid I'll come home one day to see what he "Built" while Tim was babysitting!

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

I was born in the sign of water and it's there that I feel my best, the albatros and the whale they are my brothers (sorry Wes, Eric & Dave)


If there’s one thing in my life that’s missing
It’s the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
It’s kind of a special feeling
When you’re out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon like a lover
(Cool Change by The Little River Band)

“The Shain Gang” (or what ever our band name is to actually be) and spouses/significant others spent the evening cruising the Cape Cod Canal on Robs boat. It was a casual gathering which pleasantly turned into a sort of “team building” bonding trip. Rob (our boat captain and keyboard player), Nelly (his girlfriend for the past year) and Marcus (his 5 year old Golden Retriever) were our gracious hosts on his 32ft boat “Seascapes”. Joni (our drummer) and her husband Joe (master electrician & “Mr. Fixit”), Ken (our bass player) and his wife Nina (who used to be neighbors and best friends of Sue’s former/favorite boss), and Sue and I rounded out the crew. After friendly introductions and taste testing the hors d’ourves we embarked on our 3 hour tour (ok – it was actually 4 hours, but we were having fun!). Of course, being “Cape People” everyone else had plenty of good boating stories to tell and knew about boating rules such as “Red on right when returning”. Sue and I – being “Off Cape” landlubbers – only had canoeing stories and one old boating story about when I was 5 years old (look for this in “Growing Up At Nenna’s House”), but could readily contribute in the wedding planning conversations (Ken and Nina’s daughter will be getting married soon).

The weather was perfect (75 degrees at Monument Beach Marina), water was calm and boat traffic strangely absent (did everybody else know something that we didn’t? approaching monsoons? Power plant meltdowns?). We headed for the canal and approached as the train bridge was being raised – stroke of perfect timing that we got to watch it but not be delayed by it. Rob eased us gracefully along, pointing out various points of interest from his upper deck and newly upholstered (his own handiwork) captain’s chair – with his two new co-pilots on either side of him (Sue on the left – of course – lefty! - and Nelly on his right). The upper deck actually fit us all (except for Marcus who couldn’t climb the ladder) snuggly but comfortably. At the eastern end of the canal we opted to bypass the “Aqua Bar” and simply anchor off the southern jetty, watch the sun set, and enjoy the food & drink we brought. Of course there were the obligatory “Gilligan’s Island” references even though our cast & crew didn’t quite match up with theirs. OK – so Rob bears a slight resemblance to “The Professor” and Nelly could have easily put her hair in pony-tails and been Mary Ann and if Ken put on another 100 pounds he might pass himself off as “The Skipper”, but that would leave Sue & Nina to fight over who got to be the Movie Star or Mrs. Howell, and Marcus and I to be Gilligan and Mr. Howell (and me having no money and being tall and once-upon-a-time skinny would make me a lock as the 1st mate).

As we cheerfully conversed and bonded, the sun set and dusk took over the canal and fog took over the bay. Rob determined it was time to start the trek back and fired up the twin engines. Oddly enough, the upper deck lights, the flood light and GPS randomly decided to not work. After a near-miss with a channel marker buoy, we were on our way just ahead of a tug & barge. Properly gauging my interest level, Rob offered me a turn at the wheel and set the throttle for me. After a few minutes I got the feel of how the boat reacted and how much to turn the wheel and ride the wake of the barge. Maybe it's genetic or an "Ancestral Memory" thing, and Great Grandpa Billy Annis and Uncle Happy were smiling my way, but it all felt very natural. Before long, Rob relaxed and settled in next to Nelly and offered occasional words of advice and encouragement. Little did he know of the recurring images from “The Perfect Storm” I had going through my head as we mildly listed and lurched a couple of times. Steering a boat through the canal is actually work! (but fun) As Sue doesn’t actually like driving period, she was happy to let me have my fun – and Rob let me take us all the way back to within a hundred yards of the pier. He then proceeded to impress one and all with the ability to turn a 32 foot boat around backwards in a 35 foot space, and back into his slip without hitting any neighboring boats, pilings, or docks.

So with lots of happy “thank you’s” and “good byes” and promises of future excursions (and electrical wiring advice) we all made our separate ways home. Our “Community Building Mini-Retreat” a success, we are eager to get this band out of the water and on the road!


I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
(Come Sail Away by Styx)

Monday, July 16, 2007

On The Verge

Well it’s been a few years and a few unsuccessful attempts since I’ve played in a band. Cousin Tommy and I jammed for a while with high hopes, but it was hard to find the time and it wasn’t coming together as smoothly as I had hoped. Then I met Bill from Whitman and the first few meetings were extremely encouraging as our song knowledge and styles seemed to just fall into place. Unfortunately, as we should have been getting tight and ready to play out – things seemed to regress. Then I met with a group from the Cape – 3-pieces who had been playing together but had their singer/guitarist/leader retire. They needed someone to both play guitar and carry about 3/4 of a nights worth of lead vocals.

So here it is about six months later, we are practicing about three times a month and just booked our first official gig – a private party. Not a big deal but a start – a paid start! (and a good morale boost). At least now we can honestly tell prospective clubs/ booking agents that we are indeed a working band. We’ll let you all know when you can come to a club to hear us – we’ll be counting on you all to show up and make us look good! “The Shain Gang” has arrived!