The Good Stuff

If you go out to listen to music, no matter how skilled the player or how good the sound, it seems like there's distractions you have to zen through, things like people talking, and other people talking, and the people next to them talking. The better the performer, the more annoying this becomes. The problem is that there is no unity of intent in the audience. I intend to listen carefully and enjoy the song. The couple next to me intends to entertain each other and ignore the music, no matter how fine.

There are moments, all too rare, when this problem goes away and you have the convergence of a great performer, a quiet room, and an audience who values the music over conversation. Friday night was a perfect example.

You've never heard of Joe Crookston until now. He's a gifted songwriter, engaging storyteller, off-the-hook guitarist and, between sets, a great guy to hang with. Bill Nork introduced me to his music. Bill and Joe Milsom aka Robert Bobby met Joe Crookston at NERFA, sort of a Millennium Conference for folk singers, and maintained contact over the years.

Mr. and Mrs. Bobby graciously opened their basement for a house concert featuring Joe Crookston. All basements are not created equal. Mine is filled with crap. Theirs is a first-rate venue for acoustic music. Around 25 people sat facing a small, well-lit stage, with acoustics so good that Joe didn't even plug in.

After introducing himself, Joe played a beautiful song about why we were together, what we could expect, sort of an opening hymn whose theme was, "We have all we need here." That song, and the encore, a deeply moving song about Michelangelo's David, bookended the best concert of 2010 so far and one that will be hard to top. Neither of those songs are recorded yet, but hopefully that will be remedied on Joe's next album.

For the second set, Joe invited Mr. Bobby and Bill Nork to sit in on a Robert Bobby song, "Sweet Potato Vine."



Bill stayed up to play a few more songs with Joe Crookston, including "Red Rooster in the Mash Pile."




I'm an old Peter, Paul and Maryite, so for me "folk music" comes pre-loaded with some expectations. Joe Crookston meets and exceeds all of them. Folk music to me implies stories of real life, taking actual events and true stories and presenting them in such a way that they become universal. When every head in the audience nods in recognition and agreement at a line, you know you're getting it right. When a performer makes this process look effortless and natural, you can bet there's tons of back-breaking work that went into it. Go to Joe's website and look at his schedule, and imagine keeping that pace for a while.

Again, thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Bobby for their hospitality, and to the audience for zipping their lips. Jefferson Pepper, seated next to me, did sing a little harmony now and then, but he did it quietly and perfectly in pitch, so that was cool. Karen Gray (hey, girlfriend!) was in discussions with Mr. Bobby about doing a one-woman show there. If and when that happens, it will be a tough ticket, so talk to Ms. Gray about that deal.

Check the news on Robert Bobby's site for a reunion of The Speedboys in Lancaster on May 22nd. Unless you just signed a contract to play somewhere else (#%$#*!), mark your calendars and don't miss it.

It's been an amazing musical week. Two new songs showed up on my doorstep and were debuted at the Midtown Arts Center open mic on Wednesday, and then last night I experienced once again the beauty and power that can be created with "Hands, Metal and Wood." In the words of the prophet Zappa, "Music is the best."

And In Other Muse...

I'm walking around feeling pretty smug about writing two little ditties this week. Joreen sits down at the piano and plays this four part choral piece that she's been wrestling with for at least two years, and it finally came together. It is exquisite, and it's going to sound even better when a choir sings it. There's something going on around here, and I don't know what brought it on, but I hope it sticks around for a while.

Maybe I should write a song about sump pumps, and how important it is to have a backup source of power for them so you don't have to go to Lowe's and buy a battery powered aquarium pump and try to move five gallon buckets of water all morning. Now, that's a hit record.

Be Vewy Qwiet. I'm Hunting Lywics.

The recurring image that comes to my mind about songwriting is that of Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits, when Bugs Bunny is tip-toeing right behind him. Songwriting can be the most frustrating activity in the world and the most rewarding, almost all at once. Case in point: I've been carrying around a fragment, two lines -- two really, really good lines -- for about 20 years. Last night, on the way to the store, the rest of a song just marched up and said, "Okay, Doc, ya got me." Then there's that interesting time between the creative flash and when you can get somewhere to write it down. A few minutes at the laptop, a few simple chords and viola! Bonus: today while tearing down my equipment after a hearing, a second verse started materializing. I think it's done, and I'm pretty happy with it.

I think going to the open mic at the midtown arts center might be helping get stuff moving for me. I've been threatening to "work on my solo album" for a long time. This being The Year Of Getting Around To Things, I guess it's time. The material is all over the place stylistically, but we'll see what happens. I do know this new tune is going to be in there.

Fly, Eagles, Fly

Just Friends made some new friends last night at the Carlisle Eagles. The club is spacious and the crowd is friendly and ready to dance. The usual "first-date" jitters gave way to a pretty good time, and before you know it the set list was out the window as "Proud Mary," "Saw Her Standing There/Slow Down," "For The Good Times" and other tunes just showed up. We had great feedback (from the people, not the amps, thanks to our ace sound engineer, Brian Juran) and we are confident we'll be back. Earl the doorman said, "You sound good and you're not too loud." I tried to be helpful and volunteered to play louder next time.

To those of you who are new to the band, hearing us for the first time or for the first time in a while, we appreciate your compliments and encouragement. The band is working hard in somewhat hard times to find venues and keep people dancing, which we see as a public service. People work hard and they deserve to relax, move around the dance floor and smile for a while. That's our mission.

If you frequent clubs or venues that have live music, mention us to the management. If you get any response from them, please let us know. We're more ready to play than we've ever been. As always, thanks for your friendship and support.

At Last, My Gig Has Come Along

Last night, after what seemed like a lot longer than 33 days, Just Friends was set up, turned on and ready to play for a very packed Verhovay. The band was pumped and came out of the gate roaring. We had a great time. Many of the regular readers of this blog were there: Kathy Patti, Tina Wallish, Reita Wilson, Sharon Evans (the complete Band Wives Club!); some of John the drummer's family, including the brother who introduced him to the band; my little brothers Dave and Bill and sisters-in-law Kathy and Ginny; Ed and Grace McGovern, Karen Gray and Mike Dougan, Cari Longyear, Tom and Bob Roller, Mike Knarr, my daughter Mary and her friend Monica, and probably a few others that my guitar-player brain is forgetting. My apologies if you're one of them. *

Besides three members of the newly formed band Laredo (Dave, Bill and Brian Juran), two members of Jury of Five were present, Mark Sigouin (sp?) and Al Condit. It's always great when fellow musicians are in the audience; it makes me sit up a little straighter and try just a little harder not to clam. We saw many familiar faces at the club and many new ones, and we were very gratified at the positive response to the show.

Special mention goes to two of our long-time fans and friends of Just Friends, Tom and Betty Kresge. They have been following us and supporting live music in general in this area for as long as I've been in the band, and if this area had a thousand more folks like them, central PA would be a paradise for live bands.

Tom has been battling a serious illness recently. As we were setting up, I thought of the Kresges and called Mike and Dottie Miller to get Tom's number, just to let him know we'd miss him. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the Kresges would probably be there, and sure enough there they were at their usual table. As I told Tom, he looks to be in pretty good shape for the shape he's in. Everyone was glad to see him up on the dance floor, along with his wife, who as you know dances like a wild woman but is just as sweet and gracious as her husband. Tom is a real gentleman, and we hope to see him and Betty at our gigs for a long time to come, starting with March 6th when we return to the Verhovay.

There might be some folks around who think this band is not as good as it used to be. That opinion wasn't shared by anyone in the club last night. All we have to do now is rebuild and expand our list of venues. This is going to be a great year for the band, and we hope to see old friends and make new ones as we go along. Watch for some surprises. Do us a favor if you were there, and tell your friends. Befriend us on Facebook, check the website, and if you know any brides-to-be, tell them about us. I don't want to sound needy, but we're excited to be playing and want to do it as much as possible. Fortunately we don't have to wait long. Tonight we're at the Carlisle Eagles, a new venue and a new chance to make a first impression. I wish it was eight o'clock already.

(* I just remembered that Mike Liddick was there. Mike is a veteran of the Harrisburg music scene as a member of the Sounds of Gold and many other bands, including Just Friends. Sorry, Mike. Glad you could make it.)

Best. Leftovers. Ever.

For those of you in the Pampered Chef cult, you may be familiar with the Deep Dish Baker, that ceramic thing that makes a whole chicken in the microwave in a half-hour. Joreen used one of the recipes that came with it, and served it with some misgivings. "It's either going to be good or not." The recipe is this:

Mix one can of whole berry cranberries with a can of cream of mushroom soup and one packet of onion soup mix. Pour over top of chicken in baker. Cover with lid, place in oven, bake for 1.5 hours at 425.

The little Purdue chicken came out as moist as could be, and the drippings left behind were delicious as a sauce. The best, though, was the leftovers tonight, chopped up chicken in the drippings (which thickened up nicely overnight in the refrigerator). Served over mashed potatoes with homemade bread. The blend of sweet and savory flavors was outstanding. It was one of the best things I ever tasted. No, there's no photo. I ate it all. Make your own and you can see what it looks like then. Next time, I'm going to make waffles to go with it.

We're getting psyched up for the Verhovay Friday. Hope to see all our friends there.

Joreen's Choice For Dinner Tonight

We've been married too long. She said at lunch, "What do you want to do for dinner tonight?" I said, "Oh, all right, I'll take you to the Farm Show." That's where we're headed. It's actually one of our favorite restaurants and it's only open one week a year. I'm not thrilled about paying $10 to park, I can tell you. We might see if we can scam a free spot on Cameron Street and "stick it to the man."

I've been quiet on the blog, but one fun thing happened recently. I went down to the open mic at Harrisburg Midtown Arts Center and played some of my original tunes to a pretty large and very receptive crowd. I had mostly given up on the open mic experience, finding it not too satisfying, but this has a lot going for it. Mike Banks is a very experienced host and really keeps things moving. The stage is beautiful, very tastefully lit. The sound is really good (as long as you're playing acoustic). The audience is more than just people coming to play and there's talking, but there's listening as well.

Some years ago, Joreen bought me a Boss loop station pedal and for some reason I couldn't wrap my brain around its operation, put it away and said, "I'll get to learning it someday." I've declared 2010 The Year Of Getting Around To Things, and that's one I can cross off. In fact I don't know why I had such a hard time of it earlier. It's pretty simple once you get the hang of synching up the loop. I used it on stage and didn't have any train wrecks at all.

For you Facebookers, the open mic page is here. I don't know if this link will go right to Facebook for you or not.

Anyway, Joreen will be here soon. Better get ready to get in the potato donuts line. Mmmmmmmm.......potato donuts.............

Business/Pleasure to End 2009

I have an assignment to cover hearings in Easton on New Year's Eve. Joreen and I have turned it into a mini-vacation. This evening we are in Bethlehem, having enjoyed a great meal at the Bethlehem Brew Works. Joreen had bratwurst, purple cabbage and German potato salad. She was kind of moaning at the table, but it was crowded so no one seemed to mind. I had the Thai potstickers and they were outstanding. Add in several different Belgians, and you've got a very nice evening out.

Tomorrow I'll go do the hearing, then come back to watch the Peep drop. If you're stuck in the burg and looking for fun, I can recommend Leghorn at the Winners Circle or Havana Blue at Suba. Both of them will do you fine.

Looking ahead, January 15th will be Just Friends' first gig of 2o1o at the Verhovay. Mark your calendars and make an effort. I promise we're going to show you how it's done. This year will be the year of the Kelly Brothers, with all four of us in working bands: Bill and Dave in Laredo, Steve in Element 22, and your humble blogger in Just Friends. This is gonna be great! Happy New Year to you all.

Christmas Tree, Already.

Compared to past years, we're ahead of schedule on the tree. For the past several years we've gone to the Colonial Park Fire Company tree sale, and I can see why people don't wait until the last minute. It was pretty easy to find a fine little tree. We wanted a smaller one this year, and it's nice and straight and fresh. We even remembered the tree bag.

After 30-plus years, the ornaments become their own narrative, reminders of times, vacations, people who gave the decorations as gifts, a time-travel experience of sorts -- the seashell angel from last year's trip to Cape Cod, the cowboy from San Antonio, the Richard Nixon elf from my very first Christmas on my own that I bought at Murphy's downtown, along with the two we call "Overture to a Holiday in Berlin." The ornaments fight for placement on the little tree like minor league ballplayers trying to make the big time. Joreen announced just now the tree is done. She's right.

It's Beginning to Smell A Little Like Christmas

I'm off to a later start than usual, but the first batch is done. I began this post earlier this evening, then got distracted and had to go play at the Hershey Country Club. It was a blast. But meanwhile, here's a look at the cookie making gear.



You notice the recipe propped up behind the irons. It's got a date of 12/90, which means I've been baking these fershlugginer things for 20 years now. And the worst part is, I never get tired of them. Especially with espresso. Oh, baby.

I started to get into the Christmas spirit tonight, listening to the Bruce Cockburn Christmas album. It's one of my all-time favorites. I bought it as a cutout years ago and don't know if it's still available. If you're interested, let me know and I can let you, uh, borrow it. Yeah, that's it.

Getting Ready to Begin to Get Ready

Cleared the decks in the pizzelle production corner of the kitchen. Bought mass quantities of sugar, flour, eggs and butter. Got out the Christmas CDs. The first one this year, breaking with tradition, wasn't the Joe Pass disc I got for cheap at a drug store years ago and which always kicks off the season for me. I'm listening to a disc given to me by Cheryl Haviland, who passed away this year. It's a mystery disc, from a catalogue company called Figi's. The musicians aren't credited. It's pure smooth jazz, not my usual thing, but the arrangements are unique and beautiful and the playing is first rate.

For those of you who are family and follow this blog, I'd like to have you over the day after Christmas, Saturday, in the afternoon. I'll be calling you about it, but this is just a heads-up.

Butter's cooled down. Time to start mixing dough. Tomorrow the house will smell like Christmas.

What Aren't You Doing New Year's Eve?

Maybe you've noticed that there hasn't been a lot of marketing going on here for Just Friends New Year's Eve gig. There's a reason for that: we don't have one. Despite our best efforts, the perfect storm of a stinky economy and further fallout from the turmoil the band went through this summer has boiled down to our first night off on 12/31 since 1997. We're bummed, but unbowed. Wait till next year.

To all our fans, especially those who've called in the last few days asking where we were playing, we'd like to say we appreciate your interest. Keep next year open. We won't let this happen again. In the meantime, there's this really cool band called Leghorn playing at the Winner's Circle. Maybe we'll see you there.

A. Thanksgiving, Turkey!

The above title is the answer to two questions:

1. What did Ed McGovern throw at Thanksgiving Darts?



2. What's the best holiday of the whole year?



Thanksgiving Darts was a huge success on all fronts, unless you want to talk about my scores. I'm still eating leftover Mexican meat, cheese, hot dogs, and mustard dip, and that's in between leftover turkey, filling, mashed potatoes and corn. Somebody just cut a hole in the side of the house, will ya?

Thursday, we had a repeat of last year. Andie, Brian and Theo came up early and had brunch with Joreen and I, and then we switched gears and had Mary, John and the boys for dinner in the evening. Yes, it's a little unorthodox, but it works out best for everybody. I'm just thankful that we get to see each other at all. My daughters are the best, and I don't care who knows it. The above-pictured turkey gave Joreen a bit of trouble due to some defrosting issues in the drumsticks, but we fixed that up, and the meal overall was great. My compliments to the chef.

Friday evening, Just Friends played a surprise birthday party for Susan DiSanto at the Colonial Golf and Tennis Club. Thanks to the DiSanto family for contacting us and allowing us to be part of the celebration. Special thanks to Susan's daughter Lexi for requesting that we learn "Wake Up, Little Susie." Joreen and I haven't sang that since the days of the Cards, back when a cell phone was what a convict used to call his lawyer and a hard drive was Route 322 when Penn State had a home game. The DiSanto family are very supportive and appreciative of the band, and we are grateful for that.

A highlight of the night for me was seeing Mr. Frank DiNatale up and grooving on the dance floor. Mr. DiNatale may have blown his knees out years ago playing handball at the YMCA, but he was still up and dancing, and I was impressed.

On Saturday, Just Friends played another Thanksgiving weekend wedding. This makes about four or five in a row, I believe. Sara and Terry Faust are the first and second best looking people in this picture:



The reception was at the Lebanon Valley Country Club, and at the bride's request the band played "All You Need Is Love" during their introductions. Their first dance was "You're My Everything," a beautiful ballad sung by Nat King Cole that none of the band had ever heard before, and I thought we've heard everything. Thanks to Sara for expanding our repertoire, and for being so great to work with. This was the third wedding we've done since 2005 for the Haverstick extended family, and you know what that means: "Ring of Fire!"

At the end of the night, one of the groom's friends gave us a little grief for not doing enough "classic rawk." This inspired the Hotel California -> Not Fade Away -> Your Mama Don't Dance -> Mony, Mony/Wipe Out/Born to be Wild medley. That was fun. I was getting some tone. And now, back to work.

"...Forever Has Now Begun...."

Just Friends had the pleasure of playing a wedding reception at Visaggio's on Saturday for Floyd and Amy, and it was one of the most enjoyable gigs we've ever done. This is where the shades of meaning between "work" and "play" get blurred in a good way. The bride and groom are wonderful people, and a joy to work with. The guests were from all over the country, and we had many compliments, which we really appreciate.

I've said it before. "Wedding band" gets used as a put-down by some musicians of other musicians, but if you have a group of players with the necessary experience, an open mind and the right attitude, playing a wedding can be a musical adventure of the best kind. 'NSYNC, Elton John, John Denver, Frank Sinatra, Abba, Louis Jordan, Louis Prima, and Sam the Sham all stirred up and served to a floor full of smiling dancers -- that's my idea of a good time.


Floyd and Amy and I are now Facebook friends, and we hope to stay in touch. Thanks again to them and their family for a great time, and a shout-out to Visaggio's for their hospitality. The food was so good I didn't even mind too much that it wasn't a club sandwich. (Mmmmm..... clubs.......)

Tonight of course is Thanksgiving Darts. Hopefully there'll be another Thanksgiving turkey like Greg Gerstner's last year. Tomorrow is a day full of plates full, my favorite holiday. Friday, we have a surprise party to play, don't tell anyone. Saturday, another wedding reception in Lebanon for another really nice bride.

Life is good. So much to be thankful for. Not everyone is having such an easy time of it. Some of our friends have had a rough year and are even now going through tough times. This is a good time to remember them, pray for them, and stay grateful for all the gifts we've been given.

Where'd The Last Two Weeks Go?

Sorry for being dormant on the blog. We've been busy as all get out, playing the Columbus Society banquet and working on the new demo. Final mixdown tomorrow, and hopefully we can use this puppy to go get some work for Just Friends. I'll try and scare up some photos of the Hershey job and post them later. We had issues with some of the Italian material -- hey, it's been a year -- but David said we looked like The Who with all those lights on the stage, so that's cool.

I just saw that Soupy Sales passed away. Sad news, although I wouldn't have bet a lot on a game of "Live or Dead?" about him. One thing that cracked me up was the quote that, "He had a long and varied career after the show, with stints as a radio host and Broadway star (and, once, an expert witness in a court case that involved pie-throwing)." Man, I'd love to have reported that hearing. I do remember watching the show on 17th Street, in black and white, and him making the stick man out of the letters in the word Jello. What a shame they never kept those shows back then*; the DVD sales would have made his retirement a lot more comfortable.

*After publishing, I started poking around on Youtube and found this.

Prayer Request

Please remember our drummer, John Wilson, and his family in your prayers. His son Cory passed away yesterday morning at home after a long illness. John and Reita and the whole family have been through a rough time of it, and now that their son is out of pain and at home with the Lord, they can get some rest and hold on to the good memories of their boy. It's a rough way to make saints, but thank God for goodhearted people like the Wilsons. Please pray for them.

Woohoooooo!

I have a secret. I want to meet the Giant Foods "U-Scan Voice Lady" and kiss her full on the mouth. For years she's been nagging me, "Please place the item in the bag." "Please take the item out of the bag." "No." "You've done it wrong." "Please place the item back in the bag." "Can't you do anything right." "You moron." And then the kicker, "Remember to check for any coupons that may have been printed just for you." Of course, those coupons are usually for something about as useful as carbon paper, so I don't always do what the Voice Lady tells me to. It's my Sixties rebellious nature, I guess.

But today for some reason I decided to do what she said, and the coupon said, "Congratulations! You have won free groceries for a week." That translates to a $100 gift card, which is just all right with me. The customer service girl and some employees standing around got all excited when I cashed it in. Apparently I was the first winner out of the U-Scan, and one of the last ones for this promotion. The U-Scan cashier reminded me that it can be used for gas, too. What a day brightener. Thanks, U-Scan Voice Lady!

I promised you some pancake breakfast pics. Here they are.


Prince Theo the Hungry, finishing his third pancake. Grandma watches approvingly.


One of the better pictures of my little guy Travis. He was rocking the breakfast. Mary and Deven look like they're singing along to Mick Cochran, who was doing some great country songs while we ate.


Like the Carly Simon song says, "I had a dream, there were clowns in my coffee, clowns in my coffee...."

Facebook = Where Did The Last Hour Go?

After resisting for as long as I could, I joined Facebook. Man, if you like receiving e-mails, this is the deal for you. I am inundated with requests for this and that, making requests for this and that, and getting dozens of itty, bitty, teeny, tiny packets of data about people I care about. Thing is, I think I prefer my big ole sprawling comfortable blog, where a sentence is a sentence and a paragraph is a paragraph.

So, what's been happening? This past weekend was another Minnequa-Valencia doubleheader. The lights were a big hit with the band, and by the end of the night I felt like I was getting the hang of running them. Sunday night we had a great evening at the Valencia. Sid and Pat, the gentlemen who run the dance, seem pleased with how we're doing. We did have one guy who complained that we only did one waltz instead of at least four. I resisted the urge to point out that we did sing Happy Birthday to someone, so technically that was two waltzes, not one. Can't please everybody.

So much happening this past weekend! Friday evening we had Andie, Brian and Theo over for dinner to celebrate Andie's birthday one day early. Joreen made crabcakes that were delicious, and even more remarkable when you consider that she doesn't eat them.

Theo spent the night with us, and the next morning Mary, Joreen and I took the three grandboys to the Tall Cedars pancake breakfast at the Zembo Mosque. It brings back memories of when I was a kid and Mr. Fels, the security guard at Town and Country, used to give Mom tickets for us to go and eat there. Thanks to my brother Billy (also a Happy Birthday this past Monday) for remembering Mr. Fels' name. The boys had a blast. It's fun to watch the young'uns put on the feedbag. The Zembo clowns were there, and tried to traumatize Theo, but it didn't work. I'll post the picture later.

That afternoon, I went to the Little Buffalo Festival and saw The Gliders again. This entry is getting a little too sprawling, so I'll just say they were at least as good as last weekend, with the added bonus of being outdoors on a beautiful early autumn day. Kudos to Bob Martin and the volunteers who made it happen. It was old home week for me, with most of my good friends in attendance. As for seeing The Gliders in the future, to paraphrase their encore, "That may be the last time, I don't know." I hope not.

Now Just Friends is girding up our respective girdables for The Big One, the Italian-American Society Columbus Day banquet on Sunday. Of course, what's an October without some obstacle to overcome? I'm dealing with a head cold right now. Hopefully it will pass in time for me to be able to sing Sunday. We're working in a couple new Italian numbers at the last minute: Eh Cumpari, a novelty song that you might remember hearing as a kid, sung by Julius LaRosa; and another Sixties/Italian hybrid, Nights in White Satin with some Italian lyrics. If all goes well, we'll have some audio or video record of it to share in the future. If not, que sera sera, or whatever.

GM = Idiots

First look at this, then look at this. I haven't been this depressed since The Spot closed. I've been driving a Saturn for 16 years, never even looked at another vehicle. Back in 1993, after our Toyota Tercel was totaled in a terrible -- what's another word for "wreck" that starts with "T"? -- anyway, I was thrilled to be able to buy a car built in America that was of such high quality that it sold itself. Of course, General Motors, being the morons that they are, eventually found a way to screw it up. Well, whatever I end up buying, you can bet it won't say "General Motors" anywhere on it. Goobers. I suppose Saturn's going to have to update their website. "We're optimistic about the future" doesn't seem to have much of a ring to it.

Big Doings This Weekend

Just Friends played at the Hersheypark Amphitheatre, closing out the official season of the park. Despite (or because of) the rainy weather in the afternoon, we had decent crowds who were very enthusiastic. I love it when they sing along -- especially if I'm about to blank on the lyrics. I can't memorize for spit but I can read lips pretty well.

Thanks to the mighty Mrs. Kelly you can now see us in action. Go to http://www.justfriendsband.com/ and check out the Youtube videos. They all turned out well for an unattended camera using "through the air" sound. I especially love Vince's Tu Vuo Fa L'Americano. No, you don't know what he's saying, but so what? Actually, the lyrics are quite humorous, about an immigrant from Naples who wants to be Americanized; that's what the references to rock and roll, baseball and Camel cigarettes are about. It's one of my favorites that we're doing these days, and Vince just tears it up.

We finished at 7:15. At 8:30 we arrived at the reception for the wedding of Stephanie and Zachary. They were very gracious in welcoming us even though we were about five and a half hours late (and I was wearing a bowling shirt). We missed most of the cool stuff like the vows and the toasts and the dances, but we did get to hear Steve sing "Sweet Caroline," so it was still all good. Best wishes to the newlyweds. You never know what the future holds, but may theirs be full of promise and hope, and surprises. Look at my first wife and me; we're still rocking after all these years.

The band continues to work on its promo package, recording a demo at Log Cabin Studios on Sunday. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's impossible to record all the music and most of the vocal tracks for seven songs in three and a half hours, but Vince doesn't know it's impossible, so we keep doing it. Thanks again (I should make a macro for this sentence, I have to type it so often!) to my little brother David. He does all things well, including engineering a recording session in a garage.

Finally, as if all that wasn't enough, Sunday night I attended The Gliders show at the Harrisburg Midtown Arts Center. They opened for Adam Marsland, an artist from Los Angeles, who was also pretty good, but The Gliders were the best. I miss those songs and they've never sounded better. I mean it, the performances were spot-on and done with real love. I get a kick out of Bobby Martin, who sounds so much like Phil Lesh and is too humble to believe me when I tell him that. Mike Sgrignoli is one of the most powerful drummers I've ever heard, and these songs were made for his harmonies. Eric Zimmerman has less hair than he did back in the day but his songs are still compelling, original and honest, and don't sound dated in the least after all these years. And my friend Bill, with the Marilyn Monroe Strat and the spiffy Mesa amplifier, was hitting everything he aimed at. Such tone. Okay, I'm raving, but if you were at the show you know what I mean.

For a Sunday night in the Burg, the band drew a nice crowd of musicians and music lovers. For a little while it was like being in a city with a real music scene. The venue is beautiful and comfortable, just what Harrisburg needs more of, although they still need to do something about the sound mix. Marsland was probably singing in English, but I couldn't swear to it.

The Gliders will be performing at the Little Buffalo Arts Festival on October 3rd at 2:30 p.m. Unless you're doing something that can't wait, you should do yourself a favor and go see them. I hope we'll have other chances to see them, but this is a sure thing. Hey, there's no cover! That should make every cheap central Pennsylvanian's heart skip a beat. (Five bucks to hear a band? Sheeesh!) For more info on the festival, go here. To hear The Gliders tunes, go here.