Return of the Kelly Trio

Saturday night, Joreen, Alex Harden and I played Ed's brother's retirement/birthday party. There are no pictures on hand of us playing, but we looked like we did in all the other pictures you've seen. Jim is a fan of Dylan and the McGovern clan is into the Clancy Brothers, so the set list was definitely more folked up than we usually do. I whipped up a bunch of Dylan lyric sheets, including "Lay Lady Lay" which I've always wanted to do. We had fun, got good sound, and we're available for parties, picnics, whatever. Thanks to Ed for getting us the gig, helping with the equipment, sitting in and providing adult beverages. You're the man, Ed.

Coming up this Saturday: Nana Merlina's 100th birthday party. I've never been to one, and I've been telling Nana how cool it would be for years now, and here it is. Joreen is putting together an update on the photo PowerPoint she did some years ago for Nana, and it will be great. Minor drag: I went looking for pics of Nana and Theo, her great-great-grandson, from last year's birthday party and I can't locate them anywhere. They must be someplace.

UPDATE: Good St. Anthony helped me locate the SD card where those photos were. Here's one:

Why Do The Drums Never Cease?

Because we need drums, that's why. September 6, 1984, we saw King Sunny Ade at the Tower Theatre in Philadelphia. August, 1991, we attended the best concert I've ever seen, Paul Simon on the Born at the Right Time tour, with all the Graceland/Rhythm of the Saints players, including the best drummer in the world, Steve Gadd. Tonight, Joreen and I had just as much fun as we did at those two earlier shows, thanks to Toubab Krewe. It took a while for the party to start, requiring us to sit through a solo acoustic player from Scranton, who was pretty darn good, and some Caucasian rappers from Harrisburg, who were pretty darn bad. I won't go into a long dissertation about the show. I bought their CDs and I'll be glad to play them for you. To summarize, for a day where I had to write a kidney-stone sized check to the Infernal Revenue Service, this day turned out all right.

I will say this. Once again, my one-man crusade against Arena Rockers in favor of small venue musical experiences is on track. We bought two tickets at $8.00 apiece, enjoyed a couple Belgian adult beverages (discounted on Wednesday at the brewery), bought two CDs from the band and had a blast five minutes from home -- for less then the cost of one ticket to see What's Left of the Dead. Granted, the Dead shows are getting rave reviews, and more power to those who attend. Right now, I'm going to keep checking out shows at ABC and hope for more pleasant surprises, like tonight. As of bedtime, which is now, there's no word on whether the ABC show was taped. For a taste of what they sound like on this tour, you can click here.

Old School Eggs; New Music Alert

With no grandchildren available on Holy Saturday to color eggs, Joreen was ready to skip them this year. Instead, she and I sat down and created these masterpieces. I haven't colored eggs in years and years, and it was fun. As you can see, both Joreen and I have retained the styles we perfected back when Soupy Sales was still on TV.

In another quirky Holy Saturday tradition, Joreen attended the Dog Show at the Farm Show Building, and this time I went along with her. First off, parking is $8.00 (unless you park on Maclay Street and walk over, neener-neener), and the attendants are amazingly rude. When I went to drop Joreen off, I thought this generalissimo with the yellow vest was going to pull a sidearm on me when I asked to just drive over near the door. Oh, well, I parked for free and then we walked in a side door left open by a cigarette smoker, only to realize that we had just sneaked in. We stuck it to The Man.

Finally, before I head off to Pottsville for work, there's a band called Toubab Krewe playing at ABC tomorrow night. They're from North Carolina but they play a brand of world music that is pretty tasty. No vocals, heavy on the Afro-Cuban style percussion and a guy who plays a kora, which is a pretty whack looking thing. There's splashes of reggae, ska and surf music in the mix. It's a ticketed event, $8.00 in advance, $12.00 at the door. They've played here before, and it's expected to be crowded. Doors at seven, show at eight. You can buy tix at the ABC in person, or go here. To listen to what they sounded like at ABC last October, go here. It should be a great way to celebrate the income tax deadline.

Triduum

Yes, it's Holy Thursday already. Best wishes for a holy and happy Easter from the guy who still has Christmas lights hanging out front.

It's late, and I'm a bit tuckered out, but if you're interested in checking out a web site with a very Catholic perspective, try http://sqpn.com/. I went looking for Triduum references and came across this. It's a big, sprawling thing with podcasts on a lot of topics. Somewhere in here I came across a link to a podcast (something I know very little about) called Praystation Portable, where they do an audio Liturgy of the Hours. Here's the link:

http://www.podfeed.net/podcast/Praystation+Portable-Catholic+Liturgy+of+the+Hours/2034

Tomorrow, silence and reflection, and several hours in church. Saturday, Easter eggs and running the sweeper. Sunday, ham, bread, daughters and grandboys. Monday, I am taking the day off and I don't care who knows it.

My Big Fat Greek Blog Review

I've been remiss in not letting you know about a very cool blog, also on Blogger. Grace McGovern's daughter Allie is studying in Greece and is blogging the experience. Her narratives are fascinating and funny and the photography is first rate. You'll see stuff you haven't seen before, trust me. She's providing a real ground-level view of a foreign land and doing it well. Here's the link to From Thessaloniki, with Love. I suggest you read the earlier posts first and keep current as she updates. It's good stuff.

Quick Food Review

Bill Wasch, local musician formerly with Rosie and the Naturals, recently opened a burger place in Strawberry Square. Joe Trojcak recommended I try it and yesterday I had the chance at lunch. My impression was that the burgers were cooked thoroughly but not too dry, more like hand-formed cookout burgers than fast food hockey pucks. The French fries are skin-0n and a lot like Five Guys. You'll either like them or not; I enjoyed them. If you go with someone, split an order of fries. I couldn't finish them and I was pretty hungry. Overall, I enjoyed my lunch as much as any I've had at Five Guys Burgers at a more reasonable price. On-line reviews are not completely favorable for Bill's, but I take those with a grain of salt. It's not inconceivable that the nasty comments in some reviews were posted by the owners of other businesses in the same Food Court. Maybe I'm prejudiced because he's a guitar player, but I give it two headstocks up.

Adios, Comcast

The Verizon installer is just finishing up giving Comcast the boot. They don't know yet. It will be a surprise. Honestly, it's not that different from Comcast; a few more channels and a new remote. The big thing is that Comcast can't raise my rates anymore just because they feel like it. Also, we get a price break due to having Verizon for the phone, internet and television, which makes them... uh, what's the word... oh, a monopoly!

Tally Ho Again

This past Saturday Just Friends played one of our favorite annual jobs for the Beaufort Hunt Club's Foxhunters Ball. Neither they nor we remember exactly how many years it's been, but when we go to set up it's like old home week. They're delighted to have us back, and their enthusiasm brings out the best in our band. For this show we broke out three new tunes: "It Had Better Be Tonight," the Michael Buble arrangement of a Henry Mancini chart from the Pink Panther series; "You Are The Best Thing" by Ray Lamontagne, a song so new they still play it on WXPN; and "Whisper Your Name," a Harry Connick Jr. chart that has horns and a spiffy guitar solo section. All three sounded pretty good for still being new to the list, and got a good reception from our redcoated friends. Just like last year, at the end of the night, we said, "See you next year."

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. I know this for two reasons. First, it's the day after Joreen's birthday; second, Appalachian Brewing Company sent me an invitation for breakfast any time after 7:00 a.m. In their words, "Join us for: $1.99* Eggs and Corned Beef Hash, $3.00* Pints of Stout and Celtic Red and $4.00* Bloody Mary's (*Until noon )." And then they added this rather chilling statement: "Join us and show just how Irish you can be on St. Patrick's Day!" (Emphasis mine.) Apparently, you're not Irish enough unless you start drinking before work. Eggs, corned beef hash and beer for breakfast. Faith and begorrah, would ye be crackin' the window a wee bit for us, Seamus?

Free, My Favorite Price

You may have heard that Phish just did three shows in Hampton, VA last weekend. Their fans are obsessive in a class with Deadheads, Trekkies and Westminster Dog Show viewers. Minutes after the rumor started of these shows, every single hotel room in Hampton sold out. The band has offered free downloads of these three nights at livephish.com. I'm not a Phishhead at all, but I do enjoy the quality of their musicianship. Lyrically, I don't think they can write their way out of a paper bag, but YMMV. If you've ever been curious as to what they sound like, this is a cheap way to check them out. Trey Anastasio is clean and sober (for the moment) and they actually practiced for these shows, which is always a good thing. These shows will be free mp3 downloads until tomorrow. After that, you either pay or come over to my house to hear them.

In other free download news, there is a band called Crazy Engine, led by Steve Kimock, a veteran of the West Coast jamband scene, formerly in Zero with John Cippolina, and a great guitar player. He's joined by Melvin Seals, the giant who played B-3 with the Jerry Garcia Band. Crazy Engine played a show in Hampton, VA that started after this Phish concert, and Kimock graciously made this show available for free download as well. I don't know how long they're available for free, but here's the link: http://tinyurl.com/dmq4gy. Great funky instrumentals, and Kimock's playing is very melodic and tasty.

Now, back to work.

Music, Music Everywhere

The Hemlock Hollow show at The Good Life Cafe in Carlisle was a real blast. Roger, Chris, Bill and I played in a setting which I have described as taking a page from my "When I Hit The Lottery" fantasy: a venue with state-of-the-art PA, a soundman who is also recording the show, a good stage, an intimate setting to connect with the audience, good food, and a BYOB policy. The owner, David, is obviously committed to live music, to the point of coming up on stage and playing two songs with us. He's a pretty good player, and a great chef. The food is really outstanding, featuring local produce, organic ingredients and great flavors. You'll need to bring your own high fructose corn syrup, though.

Unfortunately, to this point I don't have a decent picture of the four of us to post. None of the shots we took are up to par. There are a few video excerpts floating around, and I'm told there will be a copy of the performance made available later. Special thanks to Sean, Alex and his friends, Ed, Grace, Maggie and all the friends and family of the Wilkinsons who make up the Hollowhead community for coming out and supporting us. I'm excited about this place and have discussed booking future shows there as the Kelly Trio with Alex on bass. Stay tuned.

In other musical news, Joreen and I went to see Theresa Andersson last night. The crowd was smaller than expected. This is a performer who plays to packed houses in New Orleans, and we were six feet away from her. Here is my first attempt at filming, saving and posting a video.

Yes, she's gorgeous, and she's got a great pair of looping pedals. I filmed the whole performance, and if you discount the shaky hand-held quality and the chitchat of the goobers in the audience, it's pretty neat. I hope to post this and other songs to YouTube at some point, another first time attempt for me. Until this morning I had never even opened Windows Movie Maker.

Cool Live Music Alert

The ABC brewery has been booking some interesting music. I've made it a point to open the ABC Entertainment e-mails, and it's a good thing. This coming week, Wednesday, March 11, someone very interesting is coming to a no-cover show. Her name is Theresa Andersson and she's being billed as a "much cuter Keller Williams." The link is to her MySpace page and I just watched the Na Na Na video (these kids and their lyrics, my gawd, what's this world coming to.) Anyway, she is indeed a perky young lady, and she's a looping monster, which is the part that gets me the hottest. Also, snaps for recording the video in the kitchen.

This is exactly the point I had in mind in my earlier rant about monster rock star concerts and my decision to concentrate on new, local or regional acts on their way up. Somebody on the Dead Hour Digest said tickets in Oakland for Clapton and Winwood were $142.50 (yes, apiece), plus a $17.50 convenience charge PLUS a $7.00 "building facility charge." (WTF?) Put me down as a "no." Actually, put me down as a laughing-so-hard-I'm-widdling-my-pants "HAIL, no."

Kudos to Jersey Mike and Roundtable Presents for making a real effort to bring new and decent music to a room that also sells great beer, in Harrisburg. I don't know if this young'un has the buzz to fill the room up, but it wouldn't surprise me. Might want to get there early. Hopefully we'll see you there.

Ah, The Good Life

Just got a phone call from Roger inviting me to play bass with the Hemlock Hollow this Saturday, March 7th, at a place in Carlisle called The Good Life Cafe, which has a pretty spiffy web site:

http://www.thegoodlifecafe.com/home.html

According to Roger, Bill Nork will also be playing, so it should be a pretty good show. Check out the web site. The Listening Room looks snazzy. There might be a cover charge, but I'll buy you a beer later. One hand washes the other.

Updated Blog Layout

Having noticed the "followers" widget on other blogs, I decided to update my settings to enable that. Welcome to Ed and Mrs. Kelly. I also loosened the restrictions on comments. You may now fire away without being moderated. In the beginning I was getting comments about how much better my blog would look if I was wearing an Italian Rolex or taking herbal Viagra, so I shut the comments down. If I start getting spam, I'll have to put up the fence again.

Happy Ash Wednesday!

This was a greeting offered to me this morning by Brother Mike Miller, which prompted me to reflect that I'm not aware of those words ever being put together in that order before. I got the visual of black bunting, black balloons and banners declaring, "You're All Gonna DIE!!! Have a GREAT One!!!"

One of the things I gave up for Lent was a huge pile of money getting my old Saturn inspected, with most of the cost centered around the emissions control inspection. By the way, let me offer a heartfelt thanks to McGovern's former boss, the former head of Citizens for Pennsylvania's Future Car Repair Bills, for that little treat. (I didn't give up sarcasm for Lent, as you can see.) Oh, well, it's running better now. I'm sure not ready to buy a new car, especially since Saturn (or General Motors disguised as Saturn) isn't making anything I'm really interested in right now with the possible exception of the Aura. Alex drives one and it's a fairly sharp looking vehicle, but I'm still getting close to 30 miles per gallon in town and close to 40 on the highway, and that's after a nasty accident some years ago.

Just Friends played one of the most enjoyable jobs of our career at the Lawnton Legion last Saturday, and thanks to all who made it out. John Wilson just drove the beat all up and down the road, and the whole band was at the top of our game. My little brother David brought along his new boutique pedal, a Fulltone distortion/overdrive, and I had that plugged in and dimed out in no time. I was gettin' tone, good people! Unfortunately, most of our schedule for the coming months is private parties or out of town work. If something comes up where our local friends and family can attend, we'll let you know.

In the meantime, plan a field trip for Saturday, May 30th to Knoebel's Grove, one of our very favorite venues. Seriously, I'd love to see a lot of familiar faces up there. Hershey can claim to be the Sweetest Place on earth; compared to Knoebel's, not so much. For one thing, at Hersheypark you can't bring a picnic lunch, park for free, ride a carousel complete with brass rings, rollercoaster your gigi off if that's your thing, plus pay no dollars and no cents to get in the place. They also still have Teaberry ice cream, last time we checked, and Joreen just loves that stuff. Let's make plans. We're also there August 14th, a Friday.

Happy Ash Wednesday, everybody!

Just Friends at the Legion 2/21

Just Friends will be at the Lawnton Legion on Derry Street Saturday, Feb. 21 from nine to one. If you're interested in attending and you're not a member of the American Legion, contact me and I'll have your name put on a list at the door. This is one of the few local appearances for us in the near future, so if you're into dancing, cheap drinking and meeting our new drummer, this is your chance.

Open Letter to Big Time Rock Stars

Dear Phish, Bruuuuuuuce, what's left of the Dead, et al.:

In the last month, you have all announced that you're graciously going to come to town or somewhere within driving distance of my town to collect my money in return for smooshing me into a crowd of tens of thousands of people, with pretty good odds that the ones sitting near me will talk through the entire show. I will also have the opportunity to pay $10 or so to park, something north of six bucks for a glass of beer-colored swill, and it wouldn't shock me to find pay toilets. I must respectfully send my regrets.

I know you have a marketable product. Many of my friends are attending one or more of your concerts. In the case of Bruuuuuuuce, you could make the argument that I don't know what I'm missing. I'm sure the Boss will put on a truly spiffnificent show. But you know what? The last time I was in Hersheypark for a mega-concert was the Rolling Stones. Between the chick next to me singing at the top of her lungs and the jackass behind me spilling five bucks worth of Bud Light on us, "This may be the last time, I don't know" took on a new and deeper meaning.

Apparently you guys haven't set your price points too high yet, although I relish the thought of scalpers standing outside your venues whining with a fistful of unsold tickets. You have, however, made it easier for me to resolve to find musical entertainment alternatives. I will make it a point to go hear more local or regional artists. I will purchase music directly from them, knowing my contribution will go directly into their pocket. Most importantly, when it comes to making music, I'm reminded of one of my favorite movie quotes: "**** you, Jobu, I do it myself."

Weekend Update

Joreen is back from Vermont. We're just hanging. Last night Alex and Tom of the Durable Goods came over to play, and we had the pleasure of the company of Bill Nork, his shiny red Hamer guitar and his Fender Ultra-Super-Dooper-Sonic amp. We tore it up for a couple hours. Very satisfying. Like the T-shirt says, "You can't beat two guitars, bass and drums."

Courtesy of Parker Kenyon, here is an interesting link for fans of Rush songs:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4vd9OVLO7Q&feature=channel

I haven't heard of this guy before, but he's apparently a Christian artist, judging by a video of another song called "Just Like You." Phenomenal voice, and the kind of live performance I aspire to.

Physical therapy continues on the shoulder, and there's been measurable progress. I attended darts Thursday, and my game is back to status quo, i.e. erratic to the point of being random.

Stuff Happens

Around here, much stuff has been happening. Synopsis follows.

Just Friends has undergone another personnel change. Craig Rankin, who joined us after Barry left, has left the band. Craig is a decent, hard-working guy who will be an asset to any band he joins. Our parting was very amicable. Joreen and I wish him all the best, and I believe I can speak for the rest of the band in that regard. Our new drummer, John Wilson, is from Enola and is a veteran of the local band scene, having played in the past with Rosie and the Naturals and other local groups. John is also a really nice guy, and we welcome him aboard. He joined us at the Minnequa Saturday night, and we had a blast.

Joreen traveled to Vermont today to spend some time with her sister.

Saturday, the oven crapped out on me just as I was about to bake two of the prettiest loaves of bread I ever formed. The estimate for the part to repair the control panel is almost the price of a new oven. It's 15 years old, so it's not a big shock. We'll go shopping for a new one when Joreen gets home.

This morning, the last of our old pets, Cinders, passed away at home. As late as Sunday afternoon, she was climbing up on people's laps and yelling for meat. Yesterday, she began making a sound I hadn't heard before, and in my non-veterinarian opinion it seemed like she was having some kind of stroke. She died this morning. Making a sandwich this afternoon, I got a little lonely. I'm used to her running into the kitchen at the sound of the refrigerator opening and making a sound that roughly translated into something like, "Hey, down here!"

Between this, that and the other thing, I am behind in my typing, so I'm going to go "make the donuts" now.

Cold Enough For You?

What a great time to be indoors in my office, where all the heat rises. Yesterday Andrea and I took Theo to the Farm Show, as I mentioned. In my haste to catch the bus that was pulling up in the parking lot, I left my camera in the car, so no cute photos. The boy was enthralled with the alpacas, cows, goats, pigs, and the hot dogs at the Food Court. The apple cider was also a hit. We had a great time. Joreen is taking Mary, Deven and Travis this evening. Mary's personal favorite is the baked potato, and she was psyched when I spoke to her a few minutes ago, while they were outside, freezing, and I'm not.

Just in case you're not wasting enough time on the Internet, I just learned of a site called Googlefight. You can type in two names, like Fender and Gibson, Kirk and Picard, or Marilyn Manson and Marilyn Monroe, and see which one has the most Google hits. I would never suggest anyone engage in such foolishness, but if I did, I would recommend you type in "George W. Bush" and "box of rocks." The results might (or might not) surprise you.

(Update: later this same evening, for some reason the Googlefight site is showing zero results for everything. I don't know what's up with that.)

Say Hallo to My Leedle Frens

Here is the original "leedle fren," the Heritage, being played at the Hotel Hershey with Vince and Gio. The Amici Trio continues to please the small but elegant ballroom dancing crowd in this lounge. We will be appearing there next on February 28th.



This is my newest "leedle fren," a CNB pedalboard case from Rondo Music. It is much heavier and 25 times as expensive as my old pedalboard case, which was a hardshell suitcase from a flea market, but isn't it cool?



And speaking of cool, here's one of the Grandboys in what has become a traditional pose at the piano. We have photos of his mother, aunt and cousins all doing the same thing.

Today I'm taking Andrea and Theo to the Farm Show. Joreen and I already went down Sunday afternoon, and the place was packed to the rafters with people. Joreen thought it might be less crowded because of the football games. Wrong. I didn't get any pictures from that visit. It's hard to hold a camera when you're stuffing potato donuts in your mouth. And a roast beef sandwich. And broccoli salad. And fried mushrooms. See the blog entry of January 10, 2008 for a nice picture of Farm Show cuisine. Now I'm going to get ready to leave, because I'm getting hungry.