Showing posts from May, 2008


We, that is me and the band, are in rehearsal for our June gigs at Davenport's. Despite the fact that I'm playing with the band, this is a cabaret show. If you have never been to a cabaret, it's a very civilized experience: the show is an hour and 10 minutes (counting the long, enthusiastic ovations and encores), in an intimate room where people actually listen. The shows start at 7, which means you'll be home in bed by 9, unless you stay out and drink with me.

The band: the band the band! is fabulous. I'm reunited with three of my favorite singers, who by some quirk of temporary insanity have agreed to back me when all can and should be doing their own shows someplace. I am bribing them and kissing up like crazy. The core of the band is my writing partner Todd Seely, who is good at everything I'm not, and that is a long list. Recording, acoustical engineering, all things guitar are Toad's particular gifts. On the drums we have Dr. Paul Harris, because every…