Here’s a look at the concert that never was … thanks to everyone for your support for my album announcement yesterday. Here’s a glimpse into what it looked like in Tiny Telephone studio in San Francisco.
In March, I had to cancel a house concert due to the COVID-19 shutdown. Not knowing when I’d play another show, I decided to record a live album. So, here it is. Just me and my guitar. Playing the songs as you would have heard them at the concert that never was.
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CREDITS
Recorded at Tiny Telephone San Francisco (June 2, 3, 8, 2020)
I’m happy to report that I just wrapped up recording a new record. It look a fair amount of time (okay, decades), but I think this is the album I’ve always meant to record — just me and my guitar.
Fingers pressed tight I clench the callous-making strings And recall the thunder in your walls. Smokey, Alfie, Jimmy Crucifix, and more Held down the funkified groove For the hounds at the gate and An army of punks and rockers. The carpet is worn, The soda machine sold beer, And my ears ring for joy. Then, in a nanosecond eternity A guitar cries in my dream, A million candles ignite, and …
I pause to inhale one last blast of instant nirvana.
Thank you, Carole Lennon And all the staff over the years For the refuge you gave. An hour or three at a time. From the small rooms To the soundstage To the bones in the hallway. As you dim the lights And shut the door, We salute you.
(Written to mark the closing of Lennon Studios’ hourly space – 1984 to 2020)
In these times of shelter-in-place, I’ve been thinking back to many of the amazing places RL and I have visited over the years. I look forward to a time when we can return to favorite spots and explore new destinations.
Thanks to those who listened to Put on the Pink Flamingos. It was great to recieve some very kind words, especially from the friend who called it “a seven-minute thirty-nine-second spiritual experience!”
Mike and I met as high school freshmen and first bonded over comic books, Star Trek, and rock-n-roll. Forty years later, it breaks my heart to say he is gone too soon.
He was a very creative person. And he was a huge supporter of my creative projects. I dedicate this piece to him. I think he would like it.
Every so often, I transcribe articles or podcasts for the official Joni Mitchell website. I like volunteering to a site dedicated to ensuring Joni’s legacy — not that she needs any help in that regard. In any event, it’s fun and inspirational to learn new things about Joni Mitchell by working on these materials.
Here’s a recent transcript I did of a podcast about the importance of the album Blue.
Thanks to Music Existence for these and other fine words: “There are a lot of really credible songwriters making powerful music at the moment … I think that this guy’s most recent release is a compilation of color and creativity that would be tough for even the most accomplished of players to compete with.”
Thanks to Shock Ya! for the review — “The singer-songwriter’s contemplative and profound new album offers a thoughtful and quirky insight into his thoughts and views on love, and the lengths people must take in order to preserve those romantic connections in an ever-changing world.”