Check out my friends:

these guys have the funniest stickers on the planet. It's a bit rude, but hilarious.

isgaystickers.com

and the music store that allows me to be who I am:


GrandCentralMusicStore.com

I've moved!

I was chillin out with my friend Steve Miller, and he asked me if I owned forresttwilliams.com. I then figured that would be the solution to having all my stuff in one place, instead of on blogger, myspace, flikr and so on.

So, after a painstaking runaround to get my domain to import all of my posts from this page, I have officially moved! I give you:

forresttwilliams.com

This will be particularly useful for people to either check out shows I'm in or be able to check my availability before calling to book a gig, now that I have an up-to-date gig calendar posted.

I'll also be posting all the mp3s of music for everyone, as well as artwork.

And all of your comments are intact too!

Tequilla Sunburn

After napping on my stomach on the beach, this song came out. Every part recorded by me, except the trombone solo, from my friend Colin Dean.

tequilla_sunburn.mp3
Enjoy.

BHS plays MFC:

A friend of Jarred Pope (Drummer for Crosby & MFC) is the band leader over at Bakersfield High School, and he decided to work up a little Mother Funk Conspiracy into the program. In this video, around 6 minutes, the band breaks into 'Hammbone Steaksauce' from our last album. What a treat!




Also, here's an mp3 from the Sabroso sessions earlier this month (with an intro on the upright):


Lo Que Va A Pasar.mp3



Enjoy!

Warning, Subtle Political Jab:

I couldn't help it. I saw this picture of Al Gore's home office on Boingboing and I thought, 'What does Bush's office look like?'. Oddly enough, that was the only picture I could find of him working, so I used it.

How good can you make a $30 guitar sound?

Here's a song I wrote and recorded yesterday on a $30 piece of junk guitar. I kind of like the tone though.

I was supposed to be laying bass tracks on some new Crosby material, but I ended up screwing off all day.

The Rain Forest.mp3

A 14 hour workday is like a swift kick in the shin, but you like it and ask for more.

He is done with his work shift at the music store. It was a long 8 hour day for him. Still kicking a bit of a cold, he's standing fairly strong. On the back of his mind is the fact that he gets out of work at 6 pm and his gig starts at 6:30 pm. That gig is done around 9:00 pm and his next jazz gig starts at 9:30 and lasts until 12 am. 'It's going to be a long day' he thinks. Little does he know how long it will be.

He arrives at his rehearsal space to load his equipment into his car. He pops his trunk, steps out of his vehicle, and then it hits him.

"I don't have my studio keys!"

He panics and looks around his car, which is a total disaster already. Even if they are in there he probably wouldn't find them.

He bolts over to the drum shop and sees a drummer that has another room in the same building, attempting somehow to get into his own room but failing. The clock is ticking at this point and he's freaking out and makes a few phone calls. He tracks down a set of keys from another musician he shares the room with and drives across town to get them.

By the time he shows up at the gig it's 6:45. In a mad dash to get setup and park, the band doesn't start until 7.

Fortunately, he doesn't crumble under the pressure of the day, and the band kicks ass. The crowd goes nuts and the Salsa band plays effortlessly. Good times had by all.

Unfortunately, due to the late start time, he doesn't make it to the Jazz Club (only two blocks away!) until 9:20 pm.

That band starts around 9:45 and plays until 12:15 am after one break.

And as usual, Grappolos is filled with gorgeous ladies dancing to our latin jazz all night long, which helps the night fly past him rather quickly.

He walks into his house around 1 am and instantly falls to sleep, sleeping deeper than he's slept in months.