As promised, here's the very first song that my band They Stole My Crayon is unveiling to the world, "Things Under Trees". They Stole My Crayon is Bunny Knutson, Christina Lee, and me.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Weekend in Crayonland
We're now a day past Labor Day, meaning that summer is over according to folklore. A scientific side note: summer is "over" at the autumnal equinox, which is still a few weeks out. Also, September is one of the hottest months of the year in Southern California, so despite the supposed end of the season, I'm still in shorts and a t-shirt here. It certainly doesn't feel like fall just yet in the greater LA area.
But I had two great reasons to be very happy over this Labor Day weekend. First and foremost, last week I finished a work project that had caused me to work every day for weeks on end, including the weekends, so I finally had some time to catch up on my leisure. As a result, I spent almost the entire three days working on music for my alternative rock band, They Stole My Crayon. We had a specific reason to get some musical work accomplished (beyond the concept of actually finishing up this damn album and getting it out). Without being too specific about it, I'll just say that Kat pointed out an opportunity for our music to be featured somewhere that we enjoy, as well as being good for getting some increased exposure for The Crayon in the time frame before we wrap up the album. Also, we seemed to have the perfect song for the somewhat spooky setting in which we're hoping to be featured; the tune "Things Under Trees" seems to work very well in that context.
We hadn't touched "Things Under Trees" since April 2013. While we've been writing and working on many other tunes, that song kind of sat there. No particular reason; it's just that the song reached a point of being a good demo, and there was little need to push it past that level until we were ready to revise/re-record parts for the actual album. That is, until this possible opportunity came along. And, as I said, I had three whole days with no other big responsibilities (a huge luxury for me). It was time to make some music!
Getting Real
When we write songs, there are zero limitations on what we can and can't use. I've recorded a demo using a 5-gallon empty Sparkletts water bottle for a drum. It was handy and worked fine. You should never let a lack of the perfect equipment stop you from writing a song or capturing an idea. Sometimes, the stuff you use for the demo actually sounds good, and makes it through to the final recording. But often, it's just a placeholder until you can use the sounds that you really want. The original "Things Under Trees" demo was done by Bunny, based on a set of lyrics by Kat. At the time, my contribution was an arrangement of backing vocals. In any case, we did that demo in April 2013, and the demo's guitar and bass parts were done with computer-based samples. We knew all along that we'd want to replace those with real instrument performances. The funny thing is that the original samples sounded fine. But they also sounded too perfect; each virtual "strum" was the same as all the others, and the rhythmic feel was 100% perfect, meaning that it felt robotic and lacking in humanity. It turns out that whether people know it or not, they prefer the imperfections that only a human can give to a musical performance.
So, I started by taking the bass part Bunny had composed, and playing the same thing note-for-note on a real bass. It was a slight challenge in that the part had never been played on an actual fretted instrument before, but once I got the part locked in, it went well. I did the same thing for the acoustic guitar part. At the end, the piece was way more organic feeling, and my hopes were high.
Bunny Is God
It's so hard for three grown people with work and family responsibilities to spend time doing non-essential activities (like recording music), and even harder is coordinating all three schedules to do it together. It was, therefore, extremely fortunate that Bunny could jump in at this stage. His original "scratch" vocals ("scratch" meaning something you record just to get the idea down rather than intend it for final listening) had been done by singing into the built-in microphone on his computer... hardly the ideal sound for a professional record. He not only re-did every one of his vocal parts over Sunday night, but proceeded to take our stuff and do a mix of it on Monday night. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

When we work remotely, the FTP server becomes invaluable. We'll be doing tracks here at the beach while Bunny works some 30 miles away up in the Valley. Then we post our respective work so that the other party can listen and give input, and eventually combine to make a (hopefully) cohesive song.

There are many reasons why the "old way" of recording to analog tape is preferable. However, there is absolutely no possible way we could do that based on the limitations of time and money we have for this band. Instead, we use the current industry standard digital audio workstation (DAW) software like Avid Pro Tools and Apple Logic, and then output each track as a high-resolution WAV file that can be mixed afterwards.
Once we had Bunny's vocals, it was time for Kat and I to re-do our backing vocals. Why? Two reasons. First, our original version was done quickly, and we were still learning the song while we recorded... hardly the way to put your best foot forward, musically speaking. Second, once Bunny had re-done his lead vocal, we needed the background voices to align perfectly with the newer version. These are details that matter, if you want a good-sounding record.
By Monday night, we'd wrapped up all the recording, and I sent Bunny the stems (individual tracks of various sources like vocals and drums and guitars and so on). While the album is being mixed by our friend, the talented Canadian engineer Spencer Crewe, we wanted to wrap up this version very quickly for the previously-mentioned opportunity. Also, Spencer and his wife Jackie just had their first child, and the last thing I'm going to do is ask a brand new dad to drop everything he's doing to work on my music. Instead, Bunny took the tracks that I delivered late last night, and went into a professional studio with a nice monitoring system to do the mix. We honestly didn't expect him to do that; he often goes above and beyond the call of duty, and we're happy to have a guy of his talent and commitment in our band.
What's Next?
We haven't heard Bunny's mix yet; I think he still has a few things he wants to tweak. But it seems as if we are indeed going to get "Things Under Trees" submitted in time for the opportunity that I mentioned. The best news is that even if it doesn't get selected, we still made huge progress on a really good, unique tune that had been lingering. If that's the worst thing that happens, we're very lucky people.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Real Life Notes -- Doing the Hollywood Thing (08.22.14)
While I am on a brief hiatus from performing live music shows, I still have plenty to tell you about, whoever you are who reads this blog. Last night, for example, I did something extremely rare and unusual: I actually left my house, left the entire South Bay (crazy, I know) and drove into Hollywood to see an amazing band at a great club and... wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. We'll start from the start.
Kat and I love to discover new music, and every Saturday morning, we listen to the new releases in alternative music on iTunes. One day in May, we stumbled over an album by a band called Syd Arthur from Canterbury, UK, and immediately were entranced by their sound, their songwriting, and obviously fantastic musicianship. We both ended up buying the album, and became ardent evangelists of their music to anyone who would listen. Anyway, they'd bagged the opening slot on Yes's US tour, which was great for them. But I've seen Yes a few times back in the day, and really wasn't interested in buying tickets to that show just to see Syd Arthur in a huge amphitheater for a few minutes. Imagine, if you will, how happy we were to find in late July that they'd managed to book a slot of their own at a club in Hollywood called the Hotel Cafe. Conceive, if you can, of my thrill at being able to see them in a small venue on their first-ever show in Los Angeles, for ten whole bucks per ticket. Sweet! We asked Bunny, the third member of They Stole My Crayon (whom we'd also indoctrinated as a Syd Arthur fan) if he was into going. He completely was. Awesomeness. Also, all of our hip friends who'd been to the Hotel Cafe raved that it was one of LA's coolest places to see live music. More awesomeness.
LISTEN NOW TO A COUPLE OF SYD ARTHUR TUNES. YOU WON'T REGRET IT.
On Driving in LA on a Friday Afternoon
It might be one of the most horrible experiences that any human has had to endure since the Spanish Inquisition. Our plan had originally been to leave Redondo at 4PM, meet Bunny at Amoeba Music at about 5:15, chill there and browse some music, then get dinner and still have plenty of time to casually meander over to the show which started promptly at 7PM. Here's what actually happened: we left at 4PM, and it took two solid hours before we pulled into the parking lot across from Amoeba after 6PM. The 110 going through downtown was one of those "It's Friday, let's all leave our offices early" rush hour nightmares that I was hoping wouldn't happen, but did.
However, it seemed like the gods of rock, in balancing the scales of justice for our terrible drive in experience, smiled upon us for every subsequent moment of the night. We got a good parking spot, met Bunny inside Amoeba, and (not having any time to browse the stacks, as we'll have to do another time) headed up the street to our dinner destination.
Enjoying Stout
We headed up a block up Cahuenga until we got to Stout Burgers & Beers, a restaurant we'd chosen for its intriguing menu and it's proximity to the venue. After our traumatic drive in, it was a perfect kind of place to enjoy some food and drink. Open and airy, casual yet hip, the food smelled heavenly as its essence wafted around the nicely-appointed room. We all ordered the same thing: the Stout Burger, a large slab of excellent ground beef with blue cheese, emi gruyere, rosemary bacon, caramelized onion, horseradish cream, and roasted tomatoes. We also each had a beer, Bunny opting for some extraordinarily hoppy beer while Kat had a wheat beer and I opted for a lager. We all sampled each other's beers (bandmates are allowed to do this), and each was delicious in its own way. We also added an order of fries and some onion rings, and the whole experience at Stout was perfect for the occasion. We really had to jam through our meal, though, because our show was scheduled to start in about 10 minutes. Fortunately, we were maybe 100 yards from the door of the Hotel Cafe.
We Discover The Hotel Cafe is Great, Syd Arthur Blows Our Minds
As has been described in other reviews, the Hotel Cafe is pretty interesting. To get inside, you walk through an alleyway off Cahuenga, and then take a left in between buildings into yet another alley. It has almost a speakeasy feel; you have to really want to get inside just to find the place. Once inside, I hope you have excellent night vision; you enter to near pitch darkness, and have to kind of intuitively feel your way through the foyer to the double doors that are the club area's entrance. But once inside, there's a terrific vibe. The place is tiny, really tiny, as in a 165-person capacity. But talk about intimate; it felt like we were seeing a band in someone's really nice (though rather dark) living room. I loved it.
We'd only been inside for a few minutes when the band walked through the crowd and took the stage. I really did have high expectations for Syd Arthur; I'd listened to all their recorded output and caught clips of their live shows on YouTube, so I knew that they weren't some studio-manufactured product. But honestly, nothing prepared me for what I heard and saw a few feet in front of us on the stage at the Hotel Cafe. Their set consisted mostly of songs from their new album Sound Mirror, as well as a couple from their debut LP On and On. A couple of specifics: the band is amazingly tight, and I don't just mean their timing. It takes huge commitment to rehearsal to do the dynamic changes these guys made seem effortless. Second, multi-instrumentalist Raven Bush (the nephew of another innovative and excellent musician, Kate Bush) handled keys, violin, and mandolin in ways I didn't even know were possible. His mastery of using effects as part of the overall sonic experience was beyond compare. And the rest of the band, including singer/guitarist Liam Magill and his brother Joel on bass. We noted that the spot of their usual drummer, Fred Rother, was being filled by another guy. More on that in a moment.
On Our Departure and Return Home
The show ended, and the experience just blew my mind. I somehow staggered outside the venue into the alley, talking a mile a minute to Kat and Bunny, or anyone nearby, sounding like a raving lunatic about the show we'd just seen. In my defense, both Kat and Bunny were equally impressed. We stepped around the corner back onto Cahuenga, and the band was loading out right there in front of us. I've done the load-in/out for gigs in places like Hollywood on a Friday night, and the last thing you need is some fan getting in your way, but then Bunny realized that he wanted to hit the merch table before we left and get their CD... Bunny still like physical media for a reason that is incomprehensible to me. While he ducked back in, two young ladies who seemed to be with the band (judging by their accents) asked us if there was a grocery store in the area. I consulted Siri on my phone and sent them toward a Trader Joe's a couple of blocks away. Meanwhile, Raven popped out carrying his massive pedalboard of effects, and ignoring my previous restraint, I stopped him and talked for a minute about what a great show they'd just done. He seemed genuinely nice, and I let him get back to loading out his gear when Bunny returned. As we walked to the car, Bunny reported that for whatever reason, it had been another Magill brother who was filling in on drums (who, I should add, sounded really great) for the night. Who did he hear this from? A fourth Magill brother who was minding the merch table. So, there you have it.
We drove Bunny the relatively short distance to his place in the Valley, and then headed down a shockingly speedy 405 South to our own home. The whole night had been excellent, and I'm glad to recommend every aspect of it to anyone who enjoys life and stuff.
Amoeba Music
Stout
The Hotel Cafe
Syd Arthur
Kat and I love to discover new music, and every Saturday morning, we listen to the new releases in alternative music on iTunes. One day in May, we stumbled over an album by a band called Syd Arthur from Canterbury, UK, and immediately were entranced by their sound, their songwriting, and obviously fantastic musicianship. We both ended up buying the album, and became ardent evangelists of their music to anyone who would listen. Anyway, they'd bagged the opening slot on Yes's US tour, which was great for them. But I've seen Yes a few times back in the day, and really wasn't interested in buying tickets to that show just to see Syd Arthur in a huge amphitheater for a few minutes. Imagine, if you will, how happy we were to find in late July that they'd managed to book a slot of their own at a club in Hollywood called the Hotel Cafe. Conceive, if you can, of my thrill at being able to see them in a small venue on their first-ever show in Los Angeles, for ten whole bucks per ticket. Sweet! We asked Bunny, the third member of They Stole My Crayon (whom we'd also indoctrinated as a Syd Arthur fan) if he was into going. He completely was. Awesomeness. Also, all of our hip friends who'd been to the Hotel Cafe raved that it was one of LA's coolest places to see live music. More awesomeness.
On Driving in LA on a Friday Afternoon
It might be one of the most horrible experiences that any human has had to endure since the Spanish Inquisition. Our plan had originally been to leave Redondo at 4PM, meet Bunny at Amoeba Music at about 5:15, chill there and browse some music, then get dinner and still have plenty of time to casually meander over to the show which started promptly at 7PM. Here's what actually happened: we left at 4PM, and it took two solid hours before we pulled into the parking lot across from Amoeba after 6PM. The 110 going through downtown was one of those "It's Friday, let's all leave our offices early" rush hour nightmares that I was hoping wouldn't happen, but did.
However, it seemed like the gods of rock, in balancing the scales of justice for our terrible drive in experience, smiled upon us for every subsequent moment of the night. We got a good parking spot, met Bunny inside Amoeba, and (not having any time to browse the stacks, as we'll have to do another time) headed up the street to our dinner destination.
Enjoying Stout
We headed up a block up Cahuenga until we got to Stout Burgers & Beers, a restaurant we'd chosen for its intriguing menu and it's proximity to the venue. After our traumatic drive in, it was a perfect kind of place to enjoy some food and drink. Open and airy, casual yet hip, the food smelled heavenly as its essence wafted around the nicely-appointed room. We all ordered the same thing: the Stout Burger, a large slab of excellent ground beef with blue cheese, emi gruyere, rosemary bacon, caramelized onion, horseradish cream, and roasted tomatoes. We also each had a beer, Bunny opting for some extraordinarily hoppy beer while Kat had a wheat beer and I opted for a lager. We all sampled each other's beers (bandmates are allowed to do this), and each was delicious in its own way. We also added an order of fries and some onion rings, and the whole experience at Stout was perfect for the occasion. We really had to jam through our meal, though, because our show was scheduled to start in about 10 minutes. Fortunately, we were maybe 100 yards from the door of the Hotel Cafe.
We Discover The Hotel Cafe is Great, Syd Arthur Blows Our Minds
As has been described in other reviews, the Hotel Cafe is pretty interesting. To get inside, you walk through an alleyway off Cahuenga, and then take a left in between buildings into yet another alley. It has almost a speakeasy feel; you have to really want to get inside just to find the place. Once inside, I hope you have excellent night vision; you enter to near pitch darkness, and have to kind of intuitively feel your way through the foyer to the double doors that are the club area's entrance. But once inside, there's a terrific vibe. The place is tiny, really tiny, as in a 165-person capacity. But talk about intimate; it felt like we were seeing a band in someone's really nice (though rather dark) living room. I loved it.
We'd only been inside for a few minutes when the band walked through the crowd and took the stage. I really did have high expectations for Syd Arthur; I'd listened to all their recorded output and caught clips of their live shows on YouTube, so I knew that they weren't some studio-manufactured product. But honestly, nothing prepared me for what I heard and saw a few feet in front of us on the stage at the Hotel Cafe. Their set consisted mostly of songs from their new album Sound Mirror, as well as a couple from their debut LP On and On. A couple of specifics: the band is amazingly tight, and I don't just mean their timing. It takes huge commitment to rehearsal to do the dynamic changes these guys made seem effortless. Second, multi-instrumentalist Raven Bush (the nephew of another innovative and excellent musician, Kate Bush) handled keys, violin, and mandolin in ways I didn't even know were possible. His mastery of using effects as part of the overall sonic experience was beyond compare. And the rest of the band, including singer/guitarist Liam Magill and his brother Joel on bass. We noted that the spot of their usual drummer, Fred Rother, was being filled by another guy. More on that in a moment.
On Our Departure and Return Home
The show ended, and the experience just blew my mind. I somehow staggered outside the venue into the alley, talking a mile a minute to Kat and Bunny, or anyone nearby, sounding like a raving lunatic about the show we'd just seen. In my defense, both Kat and Bunny were equally impressed. We stepped around the corner back onto Cahuenga, and the band was loading out right there in front of us. I've done the load-in/out for gigs in places like Hollywood on a Friday night, and the last thing you need is some fan getting in your way, but then Bunny realized that he wanted to hit the merch table before we left and get their CD... Bunny still like physical media for a reason that is incomprehensible to me. While he ducked back in, two young ladies who seemed to be with the band (judging by their accents) asked us if there was a grocery store in the area. I consulted Siri on my phone and sent them toward a Trader Joe's a couple of blocks away. Meanwhile, Raven popped out carrying his massive pedalboard of effects, and ignoring my previous restraint, I stopped him and talked for a minute about what a great show they'd just done. He seemed genuinely nice, and I let him get back to loading out his gear when Bunny returned. As we walked to the car, Bunny reported that for whatever reason, it had been another Magill brother who was filling in on drums (who, I should add, sounded really great) for the night. Who did he hear this from? A fourth Magill brother who was minding the merch table. So, there you have it.
We drove Bunny the relatively short distance to his place in the Valley, and then headed down a shockingly speedy 405 South to our own home. The whole night had been excellent, and I'm glad to recommend every aspect of it to anyone who enjoys life and stuff.
Amoeba Music
Stout
The Hotel Cafe
Syd Arthur
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Key West (08.20.14)
Ah, Key West. It's like a breath of fresh air in Second Life. I can always count on a few things there that don't always happen at every show in SL. Thanks to the efforts of the venue's owner and staff (along with those of my fine manager, Maali Beck), we always get a good crowd there. Let's face it; even a smallish crowd at Key West is pretty decent sized by SL standards. The other thing that Key West has going for it is that I always seem to have some of my own personal favorite SL artists performing there at times before or after my own show, so it's a pleasure to check them out as well. For last night's show, it was none other than Strum Diesel (aka Sean Kagalis) performing while I readied for my own show, and I'd forgotten just how great he was. It was invigorating for me to hear him rock, and after a long day of work, listening to his show got me energized to do a good show of my own.
It also happened to be the birthday of one of my great friends in SL, Aurelie Chenaux, so as a small present, I arranged my set list with some of the stuff I knew she'd enjoy... particularly, a three-song Nick Drake mini-set. She seemed to enjoy it. In fact, the entire show went really smoothly, and it couldn't have happened at a better time for me. I'd been stressed and complaining about work-related life not long before it was my time to play, but as soon as I strummed the first chord, I felt exponentially better. Playing music usually has that effect on me.
Key West set list...
This Afternoon (Zak Claxton)
Waking Light (Beck)
Fade Away (Zak Claxton)
Things Behind the Sun (Nick Drake)
Pink Moon (Nick Drake)
Northern Sky (Nick Drake)
Broken Day (Zak Claxton)
Shame Chamber (Kurt Vile)
Everybody Knows this is Nowhere (Neil Young)
Rubbing It Out (They Stole My Crayon)
Mexico (James Taylor)
All I Want (Joni Mitchell)
Falling Down (Zak Claxton)
Improvised Key West Blues (Zak Claxton)
Many thanks to all who came out to Key West, especially the following who helped support my show!
heavenlei Lexenstar, Really Ansome, Nymeth Vale, Trouble Streeter, OniUdoka Resident, slider Xenno, TheaDee Resident, SweetSeamless Radford, Aurelie Chenaux, my manager Maali Beck, and Key West's Liz Harley.
Monday, August 18, 2014
The Green Dragon (08.16.14)
A few days before a show that I'd had on my calendar for Saturday August 16, I got an email from my manager Maali Beck.
"The venue you were going to play has changed its name and location. You'll be performing at The Green Dragon Live Stage, Hobbiton, The Shire."
Well I was certainly okay with that! I'm not the world's biggest geek, not by a long shot. But I did grow up reading J.R.R. Tolkein's masterpieces, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, and have enjoyed the films based on the books. So, while I'm not fluent in the Sindarin elf language, I do know quite a bit of apocrypha about the Middle Earth universe. So, I decided to put together a themed show based on this.
Arriving at the venue, it was obvious that a lot of care had been put into the build. It really did have a Shire-like feel to the place. Quite lovely. The stage I was on was similar to the place where Bilbo had given his famous goodbye speech at the start of LOTR. And yes, we had a number of people in hobbit avatars and Middle Earth-type clothing. It was pretty fun before I even got started. The set itself was cool; I didn't have a full hour of Hobbit-inspired songs to play, so I tried to find connections -- sometimes strenuous and downright ridiculous -- between the tunes I did play and the theme of the event.
Photos by Kat.
*A Walking Song (J.R.R. Tolkein, Billy Boyd, arranged by Zak Claxton)
Big Yellow Taxi (Joni Mitchell)
You're Like a Cloud (Zak Claxton)
Northern Sky (Nick Drake)
Thanks Anyway (Zak Claxton)
Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd)
*The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins (Leonard Nimoy)
Never Run Away (Kurt Vile)
Landslide (Fleetwood Mac)
Ramble On (Led Zeppelin)
Lost Cause (Beck)
Tribute (Tenacious D)
*A Walking Song - Reprise (J.R.R. Tolkein, Billy Boyd, arranged by Zak Claxton)
*Indicates the first time I've performed this song in SL.
Big thanks to all who supported my debut show at the Green Dragon!
Diana Renoir, Kalli Birman, NicoTime Resident, Aurelie Chenaux, TheaDee Resident, Kat Claxton, my great manager Maali Beck, and Green Dragon owners Bryan and Kitten Bournewald!
Rhi's After Dark (08.10.14)
Rhi's After Dark is a beautiful live venue in SL, and I probably should have performed there long ago. I like this venue's owner, Meegan Danitz, and she enjoys my music. We then had the opportunity to meet face to face at last May's Nashville SL Jam, and she seemed like a super nice person who definitely had a great understanding of the Second Life music scene. As soon as she and my terrific manager Maali Beck worked out the details, I found myself with a show at Rhi's on my calendar, and was quite happy.
It's a very nicely-designed SL venue, and has the vibe of a very cool lounge-type club. I was impressed from the moment I walked in. The other thing that happened when I arrived made me laugh; I'd performed the day before at LC Live, and the artist performing before me there was Caasi Ansar. Who was randomly playing directly before me at Rhi's After Dark? Yeah, Caasi Ansar. With the number of different SL artists and venues on the grid, this was a pretty unlikely coincidence for two shows in a row at different venues, and it made me smile as I got ready to play.
Photos by Kat
I decided to do a themed show, as I do every so often. It was Sunday, and I was in a particularly mellow mood, so I decided to do "Songs for Sunday", which comprised a set list of songs that were somewhat introspective and thoughtful. We had a nice crowd there and it all worked out just fine. I enjoyed my debut there, and am hoping to do more shows there in the near future.
Rhi's After Dark set list...
Pink Moon (Nick Drake)
Broken Day (Zak Claxton)
Games Without Frontiers (Peter Gabriel)
Falling Down (Zak Claxton)
Don't Let It Bring You Down (Neil Young)
*Vendetta (They Stole My Crayon)
The Crystal Ship (The Doors)
Go Easy On Me (Zak Claxton)
Breaking Us In Two (Joe Jackson)
Coyote (Joni Mitchell)
Fire & Rain (James Taylor)
Any Major Dude (Steely Dan)
*Waking Light (Beck)
*Indicates the first time I've performed this song in SL.
Many thanks to all who came to the show, especially the following who supported it!
TheaDee Resident, Mimi Carpenter, Jordan Morgenrote, Alexis Fairlady, Brique Topaz, GraveyJones Resident, Kat Claxton, Vampireratz Lupino, Caasi Ansar, my great manager Maali Beck, and most of all, Rhi's owner Meegan Danitz!
LC Live! (08.09.14)
On Saturday August 9, I had my second show at the recently-reopened LC Live, a nice park-like venue owned by Tyro Hollwood. I had performed there last month at its grand re-opening. My life has been a non-stop whirl of work-related craziness lately, and it turned out to be a good thing that I had Second Life shows to do over the weekend, if for no other reason to a) prevent me from continuing to work every single day in order to b) preserve what's left of my sanity.
We had a reasonably nice crowd at the show, and with the relative sparsity of my performances lately, I've been using each opportunity to add some new tunes to my set list. I arrived as usual at about 20 minutes before the start of my show, giving me time to get ready to play, and some time to hear the artist who was performing before me, a nice Scottish woman named Caasi Ansar. This will be of interest perhaps when you read my next blog post.
Photos by Kat.
In any case, as usual, it was nice having a mid-day show on a weekend. I've mentioned this before, but it bears repeating: I don't mind my typical evening weekday shows at all, but the fact is that it's sometimes difficult to get my mind out of "responsible hard working business owner" mode and into its "virtual rock star" setting at the flip of a switch. Weekends seem much better in that regard.
LC Live! set list...
This Afternoon (Zak Claxton)
Tea in the Sahara (The Police)
*Shame Chamber (Kurt Vile)
Come Around (Zak Claxton)
Swing Lo Magellan (Dirty Projectors)
Ashes to Ashes (David Bowie)
Falling Down (Zak Claxton)
*Pride In the Name of Love (U2)
Always Tomorrow (Zak Claxton)
Longing On (They Stole My Crayon)
Things Behind the Sun (Nick Drake)
Say Goodbye (Beck)
*Thanks LC Live! (Zak Claxton)
*Indicates the first time I've performed this song in SL.
Many thanks to all who attended my show at LC Live!, and special thanks to the following people who helped support it!
Owl Dragonash, Danick Firehawk, dls Falconer, Alexis Fairlady, Sallyann Tolsen, Kaylantra Kasshiki, Kat Claxton, Aurelie Chenaux, my manager Maali Beck, and LC Live's awesome owner Tyro Hollwood!
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