Dara and I did a duo gig in LA at Taix last Friday night. Oh man did we have fun. Doing the duo thing has been real fun and touring with just two people is a breeze in a lot of ways and WAY cheaper. However, I really missed the camaraderie of my band and come show time, the full metal jacket of pure Felsen rock and roll would have totally crushed that room. Crushed it I said.
Armed with only acoustic guitars and a glockenspiel, we represented Felsen pretty well. We had a slightly rocky start and I was a wee bit nervous facing a loud room of peeps, nearly all were felsen newbies. We sang well. Dara played a little bit of acoustic guitar (her first with Felsen), we sold some CD's,
and were then completely BLOWN AWAY by Greg Franco and Rough Church. Wow. Los Angeleans, please patronize this band. Kinda Pixie-esque. but heavier and funkier and tighter with a better rhythm section. Great songs. Wow. Yes please.
After the gig, I sat on a bench outside of Taix with an old friend. It's been a few years and to put it mildly, she's had a pretty rough time. I got nothing on her. She said the comedy of Louis CK single handedly helped her through the last year. Respect. Word to that. On her IPhone we watched a clip of Louis in action. We sat and talked til 2 am. Dara and I finally got out of there at 2.30am and proceeded to get lost, I had an argument with Siri, calling her a beeyotch (not her fault 110 west was closed) and we proceeded to take surface streets all the way to Santa Monica, arriving at 4.15am at Foxxy Kim's house, where we've stayed before. Her adorable kids, age 4 and 7 woke us up around 7.30. "Where are the other two guys?". (Art & Shane). Kim made us vegan pumpkin pancakes. In exchange, we gave her and some of the neighbors an impromptu house concert. "Mommy, what's Lorazepam?".
Dara dropped me off at El Segundo International Airport where the good people of Skywest Airlines DBA Delta Connection punctually flew me safely home. Coincidentally, I was seated near my old pal Danny Eisenberg who's a genuine rock star. He's played keys with Ryan Adams, Shelby Lynn, Counting Crows, the Mother Hips and was in LA for a show with Christopher Owens. We hogged the aisle and talked shop from wheels up to wheels down. Our flight attendant, Donna Diamond, (that name is songwriting gold--don't even think about it you vampiric opportunists) asked, "are y'all in a band?". "well, m'am it's complicated." many bands we said. many bands. I was informed that she and her coworker were looking for something fun to do on their Oakland over nighter as I was handed an apple juice (my inflight beverage of choice). "Can I take BART to your concert?". I was due back to play drums that night with Danny Click and the Hell Yeah's at The Sleeping Lady in Fairfax. Sadly BART doesn't make it all the way to Fairfax. Yet. Her coworker told us that the Captain, also her husband, plays guitar in a metal band. "And you let him fly this thing?" said I. Not funny. Note to self: Don't joke about the captain's flying ability mid-flight as it makes the nervous flyers nervous. But most significantly, never joke about heavy metal. NEVER.
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