Category Archives: The Weekend Warrior

Fender Bass: Acquired

Fender Bass: AcquiredI don’t think, deep down, I am the type of person known for contradiction.

Okay; maybe I am. No, I’m not.

Certainly not to the extent where you may know or work with someone who is a chronic contradictor. I like to think that I am open to hearing all sides and changing my stance on any given subject.

That said, despite my recent pastime of tire-kicking in Guitar Center for the big year-end “Gift to Me”, I went ahead and pulled the trigger on an eBay item that clearly no one was interested in. I remember years ago a guitarist mildly chastising me for purchasing an instrument online that I couldn’t first have in my hands with “you wouldn’t marry someone without dating first?”, but when it comes to Fender’s American made guitars and basses, they are well made and hold their value if not abused.

And yes, it is used. I am completely okay with that. Why shouldn’t I save a couple of hundred dollars when someone’s spouse decrees “thin the herd”? Because my daughter thinks it’s icky?

The only emotional downside is that I find from the rare occasion of buying full retail off-the-shelf is that that instrument feels more like “mine”, having had no previous owner. I’m more inclined to keep her than to flip it, like others that have come and gone from the kind of detachment when the instrument had previous owner(s).

I could go on about how 24 hours after paying online – not a single email from the seller, but I noticed in the past big sellers on eBay don’t feel the need to keep in touch (“What are you worried for? This is what we do all day”) like the casual eBayers.

After fresh strings and likely a pearloid pickguard replacement (I always wanted one of those!) to stamp it as mine, likely debut is Sept. 22 with Native New Yorker at our favorite place: Tenampa Mexican in Croton, NY.

Best,
-T.

I Love Private Parties

One of the criticisms I’ve heard around here is that I don’t share enough about who I am, or what I do for fun. There are are bunch of reasons for that:

  • My musical hobby will probably never make its way into the comic. Why not? Guitars are too hard/time-consuming to draw.
  • Byron was already weaving music into 1977 deeply, so I thought that was already done.
  • Really, how much more do you need to know about me? All my thoughts are in every panel.

Nonetheless, I want to blog a little more and I’m too swamped to start one elsewhere. Let’s get back into it.

I’m playing tonight with Native New Yorker at an outdoor private party in Peekskill NY. Private parties feed you better than bar/restaurant gigs as well offering earlier hours. The gig tonight is kind of bittersweet (ugh, I have never seen that word used where it doesn’t make me throw up in my mouth a little) because, for the time being – it is my last on six-string guitar. Don't Stop - Fleetwood MacI’m the bass player but volunteered to cover when our “real” guitar player was away on business all summer.

On a different note (yes, puns a’plenty around here) I have begun shopping for a new axe which will be added to the arsenal at the year end. Why is this interesting? When you are married with kids it becomes very difficult to simply drop $1,500 on a well made American instrument. Since it is green-lighted, you can bet I’m going to enjoy the tire-kicking.

Here is a pic of yesterday’s outing. While the Fender American Precision once occupied a place in my arsenal I traded it for the above-pictured Strat. I kind of regret that trade and have been pining to replace it. After about twenty minutes of running it through the paces, I currently question the inclination to replace something that I once deemed trade-worthy. The neck is kind of fat and makes playing any fast passages difficult. Great Motown sound, though. Have to give props to Alto Music for the unprecedented experience of pulling an instrument off the rack that was actually in tune.Fender Precision AMerican Standard

See you soon!

-T.A.D.

Tiki Bar Gig

Well, Hurricane Irene may have literally put up some roadblocks, but there’s no stopping this band when a gig is booked.

The direct route for driving there was still closed from storm damage, and the alternate solution was to drive through a state park at night; kind of a surreal experience. The park is called Wawayanda State Park. Hehe, Wawayanda (pronounced “way, way yonder”). I think it’s funny, anyway.

After a hiatus for a few weeks it was fun to play again, and despite voracious mosquitoes throughout the first set we soldiered on, and it became much easier to play once an angel or two produced bug spray. I hate having anything like that on my skin, but the weather combined with being in the woods in off-season ski country demanded it.

You can “Like” the band on Facebook if you are so inclined.

Until next time!

An Audition 2011

Why, oh why, is it always the guitar players?

Tonight, I went on an audition in Westchester County in New York. This was a standing appointment I had booked from a Craigslist ad while the band I’ve been with for a year went on hiatus due to some interpersonal issues (read: drama). “The Known Offenders” are the band whose gigs I’ve blogged about in this new “Weekend Warrior” feature.

The good news is that The KO’s founding members came to a détente, which was kind of a relief because the edge was off finding a “rebound” gig and I could enjoy the audition as a “no strings attached” evening of playing music with strangers. With my wife IRL going ahead with the kids to a beach house in Maryland for a brief family vacation – to which I’ll catch up tomorrow –  this is a favorite way to spend an evening.

To my point – it’s always the guitar player.

One of the selling points is that this was not going to be a bar band, which caught my ear. I got an audition list in advance from the manager, and it contained primarily 70’s Disco classics. The Disco genre pre-dated me taking up my instrument. All along I played in rock cover bands, so I never tried to learn any disco. The only common ground was “Lady Marmalade”.

What subsequently occurred was quite simply, an epiphany. The bass guitar universally “carried” the genre, the way guitars or drums carry the rock genre. What’s more, while there are certainly examples of  simple compositions (“Ring My Bell”), a lot of arrangements are challenging = fun to play. If you think “Disco SUCKS” then you are clearly not a bass player.

So, I participate in the audition to the best of my ability. The band is good. Very good. At lot of talent by a group of musicians with which I have much common ground. Besides disco, we tackled McCartney and Stones effectively going “off-script” from the audition repertoire. I even got to play “Fire” by Springsteen for the first time in my life – with other musicians, that is. I make as much small talk as I’m comfortable with – a love of music is a great ice-breaker, so that wasn’t that hard. The characteristic of being a cool “hang”, the kind of band-mate that fits in – is a pretty important aspect of an audition.

Prior to all this, though, the guitar player starts in. “Showing” me the bass lines, which I fully know; and showing some downright wrong. It got to the point where, by the end of the two-hour session, he was correcting me on a note name, all the while thinking I play four-string. I play a fiver. I was able to say in a mock-funky voice “Don’t be telling ME what note I’m playing on MY instrument”. There were a few chuckles, but I meant it.

That may be the deal-breaker. Still, we played two lifetime favorites – “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and “Maybe I’m Amazed“.

I called out the Stones. They called back “be specific”. I said “Let It Bleed”.

They knew it.

I’ll let you know how it shakes out. Would be a shame not to play music with this group.

Regards,
–T.A.D.

P.S. Since I’m driving to the MD beach alone tomorrow to join the family, I can’t guarantee there will be an update Friday, but I’m bringing my laptop and backup Wacom. I’ll try.

Roadhouse Gig

About This Post: Roadhouse Gig

Somehow the cover band staple “Roadhouse Blues” found its way back into circulation, and its pretty appropriate for last night’s gig at 6 West in Shohola PA. I found myself improvising throughout – I can turn any lemon into lemonade as long as I know the chords.

We are pretty much a regular act and played at their recent one year anniversary, where they fed us well (WIN).

Special thanks to Mary and Dominic who could see that I was suffering by the third set and found a pain reliever for me.  Either a combination of the smoke or a tension headache from band drama, but it turned out to be an Aleve which upset my stomach and gave me palpitations. I’m an Advil guy, but I’m grateful for their concern.

Otherwise, a musical highlight was lead singer Mr. Shawn stepping up to my synth (which I play a fraction of the time, providing bass guitar duties mostly) for the big hook on Blondie’s “Dreaming”. We always keep it fresh for our local following – and ourselves!

Please support local live music whenever you can. If you have a friend in a band, make sure to get to their gigs whenever possible.

A brief hiatus is in order and gig reports will resume Labor Day weekend.

Campground Gig

Here is the premiere post for a new feature of the site where I plan to chronicle my “other” life in musical trenches. I play with a cover band called “The Known Offenders” and we are pretty busy in the NY/NJ/PA area. I won’t have updates every weekend, but when we play I’ll post what I can.

Here is the requisite link to our Facebook page to humbly request a “Like”: The Known Offenders Cover/Party Band.

Tonight we’re at the Trail’s End campground in Shohola, PA. It is closed to residents only, but I’ll publish the public gigs so you can stalk me easier. Mention the comic and I’ll buy you a drink. One. One drink. Really.

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Best,
-T.A.D.

When a Gig is Good – and Six Degrees

Played last night at Lucy’s Lounge in Pleasantville, NY with a substitute drummer who was the best yet.

It was especially remarkable that an audience member sought me ought to tell me in particular how good my Warwick bass sounded; he was very into the details of the type of wood (African ovangkol) and brand of strings. I realize now that I mispoke; Thomastik-Infield – think I called them something like Thomasfield-Intek… nonetheless it’s good to hear from an impartial judge, particularly as I was not looking forward to the gig earlier on on the day.

Odd also that the drummer, who I met for the first time said I looked familiar. I was sure we never met. He insisted when I put my bass on that he had seen me somewhere. Six Degrees. I have a feeling that I’m just a familiar-looking person.