My Christmas Break

I haven't had anything to post about for a week, what with Christmas and no gigs and all. But here's a music related incident anyhoo:

I'm at my folks' house for the break, in Southern Oregon, just outside of Medford, and I'm kind of having music withdrawals. So I organize my family to show them some of the new salsa music I've been learning and playing. I pick a simple and recognizable piece. What better than 'Oye Como Va'.

My little brother Jake is 15 (Happy Birthday!) and is playing the baritone sax, little sister Charlotte is 13 and playing the flute. My father Ron is a great lover of music and was instrumental (no pun intended) in my decision to pursue music. However, he is not a musician. So imagine my surprise when he was holding down cowbell and clave patterns!

Here's a short clip of us playing just the first part of the song. For having NEVER played any music of this type, and still being somewhat beginners at their instruments, I'd say we sounded pretty good and had a load of fun!



Williams Family Salsa on Vimeo
Thanks to Margarette (my step mom and great classical flutist and family music director) for the camera work!

R.I.P. James Brown

I know everyone's already talked all about his legacy, but his music was very important to my personal musical development. He's the reason I have the rhythm that I do today, learning the rhythmically complex basslines at such an early age set me up to handle easier stuff with ease.

I could go on and on, but I won't,

Not now anyways....

Dig this real short taste of the Godfather at work, and dig the soul sister who jumps on stage to shake her thang, dig the way he plays along! (Warning, video cuts off abruptly)

The Finger's Still Shot.....

We had a surprisingly good gig tonight at Steamer's in Pismo Beach. That gig is always hit or miss. I'm so used to being the 'dinner set' band there, where no one pays attention and we basically play to ourselves. It's even worse that they stick us as far away from customers as possible. So it's always a pleasant surprise when a few people show up and get into what we do.

Tonight was that night. A family of 5, an older new age couple, a local jazz head, two older ladies, and two middle aged ladies hung out for most of our set. Granted that doesn't sound like much, but it's a hell of a lot better than our typical audience of, oh say, NOBODY.

The crazy new age lady would get up during particularly burning solos and raise her arms and close her eyes and look up into the ceiling as if we were gods. It was wild, she kept hooting and hollering and going on. As weird as she was, it really made us play better, and it rubbed off on the rest of the crowd. Everyone started applauding after solos! Amazing I tell you.

Another interesting thing happened tonight. Ray Chang, our trumpet player/band leader, was going around and talking to us individually. He was saying stuff like, 'You haven't been really clicking musically lately and I'm not really stoked on it. Maybe you could listen a little better and focus on the groove, blah blah blah'. Well I'm a good sport and I'm like, whatever man, cool, yeah. I've known him for a while and we're pretty good friends, so I don't want any drama...

Our drummer however got pretty offended. Issac Lang is a studied guy and he knows the language of jazz very well. He pointed out to me that this combo, including Darry Voss on vibes (who is THE premier jazz drummer in the county mind you), knows what we're doing and in fact it may be that Ray is the weakest link.

As a bass player, I have a tendency to avoid drama at all costs and cruise right along. You musicians out there know my type, the laid back bass player guy. So I try not to get involved in that little conflict, and Darryl, well he's above that sort of thing anyways.

And sure enough, the three of us, bass, drums and vibes, were locking in and killing it tonight. We really got cookin' and had some nice moments, as if to prove to Ray that we know what's up.

Meanwhile, poor Ray had a bit of an off night. He was lost the beat a few times and flubbed some serious notes in recognizable melodies, couldn't find the one in 'Take Five' and so on. I looked over at Isaac who kept rolling his eyes throughout the course of the evening. Interesting dynamic.

So needles to say, we playing surprisingly well, and maybe it was because of Ray's little talk. It obviously made us step up and play our best. So maybe he was right?

Whatever.

Merry Funky Christmas

My fingers are all chewed up

I haven't been playing my upright for a while, so when I decided to break it out this week, it chewed the hell out of my fingers.

That's what I get.

That and poor intonation....

Christmas Jazz

The happening jazz spot, Grappolos, was not so happening last night.
First of all it's finals week, which meant that all the kids weren't out like usual. Second of all, I played like crap for the first set. By the second set we got cookin though. We had some fun.
Gary Drysdale, ripping local jazz guitarist, kept calling christmas songs. He has them all arranged for jazz style.
My man Dylan Johnson, great upright/electric bass player from Morro Bay who is currently rocking the NYC jazz scene, is going to be in town next week. He'll be playing that gig and I'm gonna go down and watch for a change. That should be nice.

Are You A Cheap Ass?

Ahhh yes, the Playbacks had a great gig Saturday night. It was our 4th gig ever and we got a great response.

The Frog and Peach is a great place to play live, but the management there is a little on the drunky side? They tried to pay us $150! The least I've ever made there was $250, and I've been playing there off and on for ten years now. So we're trying to milk more dough out of them, we'll see how that goes.

Kevin Nash played great that night. He's the 17 year old guitar player who has a great ear and tasty phrasing. His parents came and watched the show. It was funny to check out his mom's reaction to people dancing in the bar, and especially when everyone was singing along to the chorus of Prince's 'Sexy MotherF%^&ker". Pretty classic.

Almost done with the Playbacks Demo, hoping it'll be done in time for the old Christmas Compilation....

Who Is This Amazing Woman?

I don't know, but I know three things:

She's in Brazil,

She rocks the upright bass with a german grip arco style,

and she's gorgeous.


Double Bass on Vimeo


Besides that I'm pretty wiped out. The Leadbirds played at SOHO in Santa Barbara last night with Katherine Shorr, this righteously cool singer songwriter lady from LA. It was a great show, even though we had to play a few Christmas songs, which I absolutely loathe, but we had a good time. Great turnout for a wed. night show.

Woke up at Kenny Loggins' house (He's out on the road, which meant I could sleep in the guest room!) and drove back to SLO just in time to work 8 hours at the music store as a retail guy. Easy money, hangin in a music store and getting paid. It's a good music-related supplement to my income. And I happened to sell like $1200 worth of gear for my man Dan Ernst, the owner.

But damn, talk about being wiped out. Had a rehearsal with the Playbacks after work, and needless to say I think I'll be sleeping in tomorrow.....

Eventful Day

My phone, which contains my entire schedule/gig calendar/life, broke.

Spend all day recording tracks for the Playbacks demo. I can't wait till these three songs are done, they're gonna sound good.

In the studio however, I cut a huge chunk out of my primary bass finger, the same finger that was already jacked up. I've got horrible luck that finger right now. I wrapped it tight, it wouldn't stop bleeding, and I was concerned for a second, but it stopped bleeding.

I then went to my jazz gig at the Inn at Morro Bay. That place is hit or miss. I've played to completely empty rooms there before. Fortunately it was Morro Bay's big Christmas Boat Parade, so the place was more packed than I've ever seen it. The line up was Ray Chang, Mike Raynor and I. We played well and got into some good moments. It turned into a wonderful evening.

Now I'm going to try and live without a cell phone for a few days and see how bad the withdrawals are.

Off night?

Tonight was a strange gig.
I've got a new bass, an Ibanez ATK 5-string, and it's a bad ass axe. However, I'm not used to it, and all my chops don't work so well on it yet. I'm working on it, but I felt awkward on it tonight.
The usual jazz heads were out en force at Grappolo's tonight, and they all brought their friends. There was no one in the house who was not digging! By the end everyone was dancing hard like a dead show or something.
I got the mad props from the jazz heads even though I felt like I was playing sub-par. It was an interesting thing to feel lame yet be complemented on my playing at the same time.
It might have to do with my recent reading of "Effortless Mastery", a book about the mindset that it takes to master jazz on any particular instrument. I've been trying to let go of my ego as much as possible.
But still, I just felt like I was going through the motions tonight, very uninspired. And yet there it is, the positive feedback.
One of these days I'll understand exactly what it is I'm trying to do. But right now I'm a bit confused....

I see all good people.....

The Playbacks, my thrown together project for funk, played at a private party at the 'Salon SOHO' in downtown SLO.

At first we all thought it would suck, cause they kept telling us to turn it down. It was a pretty live room. No one was even looking at us at first. But as with all events like this, once the alcohol starts flowing the people got loose. By the end of the night we had the dance floor bumpin and they were begging for more.

Jon Anderson, from the band Yes, was in the house. He was dancing and enjoying himself. At the end of the night he came up to us and expressed his interest in the group, he said I was 'a good player, real funky'! I gave him my card and he said he was interested in doing something with us when we finish our demo, which we will be recording next week.

The band played good, best we ever have, and everyone had a good time. I love it when a plan comes together....

How many beers can you drink and still play?

So there I am, chillin out at the Frog & Peach Pub, in downtown San Luis Obispo, on the back patio with 7 or so friends. According to my calendar I have the night off, and I was looking foreword to not playing for a change. I got to hang out and take it easy.

As it happened, I was 4 beers deep with a full pint in front of me when I received the call;

'Hey Forrestt, do you remember that I switched the dates on you, you're supposed to be here tonight'

Fortunately, I was a block away from the gig with my gear in the car. All my friends laughing at me, 'Forrestt's got a gig!', and looking at the full beer in front of me, chanting, 'pound, pound, pound, pound'

So I did what any red blooded male would do, I pounded the whole beer and went to my jazz gig.

I showed up with a posse of friends to help me load my equipment in, which made it look good to show up late.

And it turned out to be an incredible night. The place was solid packed, and everyone was paying attention and digging.

Some of the regular jazz heads that always show up at Grappolos told me that I played the best that they've ever seen.

But I was drunk!

Go figure.

Don't Lock Your Bike Up In West Hollywood

We 'Showcased' at the Swing House Mon night. It was pretty interesting. We had one guy show up to the first from EMI and two guys show up to the second slot from Epic. The guys from Epic were literally blown away. The older, experienced guy said 'It's the kind of music I could take bong rips to and listen to all night'. Kind of shows where the music industry's head is at. He singled everyone out for compliments and said he like my 'Energy', proving my point that you don't need to be a good musician, but if you have a lot of energy, boy watch out!

They basically told us what I've believed all along. That the Lead Birds need to be playing live and developing a following. It's as if we are this kick ass band who records a little self produced EP and expects to instantly make it. I think he's right, we need to show our strong-point, our live show.

Basically though it was a night of sucking off record execs and having nothing to show for it. Typical L.A. B.S.

Like the Bike that was locked up out back and stripped completely.

Happening spot tonight

Thursday night at Grappolo's has to be, hands down, the premier jazz gig on the central coast. All the serious cats around here will agree.
Even though it's a frat style college hang, it is the most happening spot for three reasons;

1) It's a small joint, tiny. People pack in there like sardines, and it's loud. This makes it so people HAVE to listen. It's too loud to ignore. Intimate.

2) People clap and applaud after solos and songs. Amazing, people pay attention here. After playing so many crappy 'dinner sets' where you are essentially background music that no one pays attention to, it's quite refreshing. There's a about a dozen or so people that show up every thursday specifically for the music as well. That really makes it worth it.

3) The amount of incredibly hot women that wear next to nothing that hang out there. The type of women that would have nothing to do with a guy like me, cause I don't have a lot of money or belong to a fraternity, but they hang out there and they enjoy the music. Not that I would have anything to do with them either, they are the typically shallow type. But they dance, and they look good doing it. And that always helps.

It's a little surreal. People that you wouldn't think would be into jazz get down and dig it. The funny part is when we're done playing and the bartenders immediately throw on the hip hop club music and everyone starts REALLY partying. It turns into a 'club' scene. But whatever, we rocked the place tonight.

Turn this mother out.

Retro-actively posting today....

Busy, Busy. Music is all I ever do now.

Thurs night, Crosby Loggins, SOHO in Santa Barbara.

Great show, we played our new song, and it smokes. Pretty stoked on that. The other band was pretty badass too, Vajra from Santa Barbara. They are all music school fusion shredders who play hip-hop/fusion with an M.C. and a trumpet.

They were really good, except that their bass player was one of the strongest soloists in the band. I think he took like a solo every other song. He can play alot of notes, and fast.

On our last song of our set that night, Crosby gave me a solo on a section that kind of jams out tword the end of "World Turning" (a Lindsey Buckingham song).

I've NEVER had a solo in this band. And I've never soloed on that song. It was a spur of the moment thing, and so, thinking about how the other bass player could play so much more and faster than I, I decided to throw my super-swanky phrasing at the crowd. I thought about Monk as I used lots and lots of silence and behind the beat lines. It worked!

Kenny Loggins was in the crowd and he said to me, and I quote, "Hey, great job tonight!". I've always thought that he didn't like me or my playing so I felt pretty damn good about that. That guy doesn't give false compliments.

Though somehow, in the course of the evening, I smacked my finger against something tremendously hard. It is still swollen and bruised 3 days later. It doesn't help that it's my primary bass finger and that I play every night, not giving it a chance to heal. I'm actually worried about it, it hurts like a bitch, I can't play my upright correctly or slap or play fast or anything. I've been icing it off and on, but I've got a LONG week ahead of me with no days off.....

Do you like it hot or mild?

Had a terrific jazz gig tonight, packed house, great listeners, applause after solos, good vibe, the whole thing. Had a great time.

This guy, Chris, that I've known for a long time was calling me out during every solo, egging me on. Turns out it worked, it made me play better. He was getting all drunk and next thing you know, in the middle of a mellow-ass ballad, he's in the corner brawling with a bunch of dudes. Crazy. I wouldn't say that 'Beautiful Love' is exactly fighting music, but each to his own!

Here's an mp3 of 'Sabroso', the latest project I'm involved in. It's probably the funnest band I'm in right now, great players. This is a rehearsal cut so it's a little rough around the edges playing wise, but it was multitracked with a protools rig so it sounds great -

Juan Pachanga

Listen for the horrible splice at the end. It's a real bad edit.

I promise never to grow old

The whole aging thing is inevitable. Most people resign and figure there is nothing they can do about it. Screw that. I know old people who don't ACT like old people and I think that's the key.

So here's my pledge to you. Help create a better future for everyone and pass it along. Email it to a friend (click the little envelope icon at the bottom of the post) or print out this PDF and stash it somewhere amongst your stuff in a place where you won't find it for years. You know, like in your copy of the bible.



I, __________________________________, promise never to be a crotchety old person.

I promise never to drive UNDER the speed limit, and if anything, drive OVER it.

I promise never to wear 'Old person' Clothes. You know, the stuff you have to wade through by the ton at Goodwill to find the good stuff. Nobody wore that stuff when they were in their prime, so they shouldn't wear it when they're old.

I promise to keep my health up so I won't need a walker or a cane. And if I do need a cane, I promise that it will be the type that pimps use, with a sword in it and a solid gold handle.

I promise never to bore the crap out of the younger folks around by talking about how hard things were back in my day. Everyone knows the generation before them had it rougher. Let's just agree on that and be done with it.

I promise to keep up with technology so I don't appear to be the confused old fart who is afraid to touch my grandkid's computers and gadgets.

I promise to keep a somewhat open mind and try not to get 'set in my ways'. You know how stubborn grandpa can be. Let's try and keep it cordial at least.

And last but not least, I promise never to use the term 'Sonny' in reference to a younger person than myself.



From a man apparently struggling with his own age,

Forrestt

Funked Up

Busy week, a friend passing, a serious sickness (of which I'm still getting over), a recital for our students at the music store, work, rehearsals....

Tonight there was an electric storm floating through the county. I stood at the edge of the ocean and watched as several bolts of lightning fought violently with the earth every minute. It was a sight to behold.

Gary Drysdale was on this gig, and he's probably one of the most knowledgeable and shreddingest guitar players in the county. It's a little intimidating to play with him, cause I don't think my chops are up to his standard.

But it went well. I focused and held on real well, only getting lost twice. I played some good solos that brought the house down. Darryl kicked ass as usual on the drums. He's great to play with, I think we lock and vibe pretty well. He keeps calling me for gigs so I imagine he thinks the same. He's a real pro.

Still trying to get to 100%. I'm about 75% myself right now. Which means I'm 25% someone else? I don't know.

I do know that quitting smoking sucks. Especially when you're sick...

How Inspiration Sucks

I found out tonight after work that my good friend from high school, Ben Bradley, had been stabbed to death and dumped in a ravine in Wyoming.

Yeah, so then I had to go play a Jazz gig. Wow.

So there I am, all setting up and feeling like ass, having lost all faith in the Human race, and trying to keep my cool.

Long story short, I played better than I ever have in my entire life.

Ever.

Jake Odell, a local shredding guitar player was on this gig and HE told me that I was shredding, which meant a lot coming from a mr. Berklee school of music degree-having, jaded musician. I don't know what happened, I had a lot of pent up frustration that came out tonight. I know I wasn't imagining it because ALL the super sexy, scantily clad ladies came up to me saying, and I quote, "You were amazing!".

But I wasn't feeling that flow, all things considering.

Plus my house is a wreck and in no shape for guests.

2 different events in front of thousands of people part 2

But the real interesting part was being a hired gun to back up some country guys, Josh Graham and Rick Russel from the Smoking Armadillos. They are doing their own thing now and Dennis and Jarred (Leadbirds, MFC) used to play for the 'Dillos.
We were contacted Thursday, and wrote sketch charts out Fri. night, Listened to the charts on the way to the gig, rehearsed in the dressing room, and went on stage to play the songs in front of a thousand or so people.
Which means we (4 of the six Leadbirds) had to leave IMMEDIATELY after our set in Ventura and drive straight to Bakersfield for the country gig.
Granted I made a few mistakes, but for the most part, the band was hot.
(the pic is crappy cause it was nighttime by then and my phone camera sucks.)
Straight ninja style. Learn it right before and walk out and kill it!

2 different events in front of thousands of people part 1

Sat. Nov 30th.
Crosby Loggins and the Leadbirds open for Michael McDonald and Jackson Browne. Pretty happening event! Brett Dennon played before us and he was great, he had a real down to earth vibe about him.
It was at a great outdoor venue just outside of Ventura and it was a blast. We had some Record execs there to see us based on the good words circulating around from Thursdays' show. Heck yes.

Stop and go traffic from Long Beach to Oxnard!

On the heels of the busiest monday was the crappiest tuesday. Without boring details, it sucked donkey nads.

So then I go and do something stupid. I cancel a full day of work and three local gigs to play a 'showcase' in LA and a festival in Ventura with the Leadbirds. I thought we were getting paid in Ventura but after arriving for rehearsal, it appears not to be the case. But the showcase was well worth it and it went well. We played great and the bulk of the people there, a fully packed house at 'the joint' on pico blvd (bit of a dive with a stellar vip lounge), were there for us and left before the next band came on! Bam!

Fortunately for me, my friend Dennis is a gig-magnet. Like in the same way that Crosby is a chick magnet, Dennis is a gig magnet. Like for instance, I jump in his car this morning to go get breakfast and in the time it takes to get there I land two additional *paid* gigs for the weekend from random phone calls he received along the way. So I will make up all the hundreds of dollars lost this week on the coming weekend. A country gig in Bakersfield in front of thousands of people sat. night and an R&B gig in Santa Monica Sun. morning with a smokin band.

If only him and Crosby could switch traits for a day.........

The busiest Monday Evar

The pic sums up how I feel right about now.

Big day. Itemized for future reflection:

1) First of all, it was a long weekend, with 4 gigs, a concert and a rehearsal. I woke up in Santa Barbara, in quite possibly the nicest house in the universe. A beautiful morning, it was, and I got ready to take the 2 hour drive back home so I could make it to work @ 4. I found some fast drivers to hang with so the drive only took me an hour and a half.

2) Had time to go hang with Steve Miller, a photographer friend of mine, we got some lunch and bought some crap at staples.

2) Work was uneventful. It was a good day though, all my students are playing well and gearing up for the recital. I had two unexcused absences at the end of the day, so I got out of there early and still got paid for an additional hour's worth of work!

3) Salsa Time! I love playing with 'Sambrosa', our salsa band. We ran several new charts and refined them at this rehearsal. This stuff is really starting to sound tight.

4) Burglar! Our Timbale player says let's take a break, so we walk out of the studio and see a kid breaking into our Flute player, Jon's car! We yelled at him and started running after him, but he jumped on his BMX and took off. I ran after him and saw the direction he went, and pointed it out to the rest of the guys, who jumped in two different cars and went driving around the neighborhood looking for him. Talk about a rush. They never found him, which was probably good. I would hate it for that kid if we had caught him, we were riled up and ready to kick some ass. It looked like he was in mid theft, pulling stuff out of Jon's car and setting it on the ground. We were very fortunate to have come out when we did, cause the kid had Jon's very expensive watch on the ground, next to his old cellphone's battery. Jon thinks all he got was his old cell phone, which he didn't care about, but was really stoked that he didn't get away with the watch. Kid had broken the watch band somehow and set it on the ground, and didn't have time to grab it as he saw us and split.

5) Old Friend. After all that madness, We finished rehearsing and called it a night. I'm the last one to leave cause I have the keys, and my phone rings showing 'Unknown Number'. I take a chance and answer it. It turns out to be none other that -------------! An old friend that was in several bands with me. We were roommates in the past and super good friends, but he got all weird and we kicked him out of our band a little under a year ago. He was calling to talk, like one of those, 'Hey, haven't talked in a while, sorry I was a dick, how've you been' kind of phone calls. I was sincerely stoked to hear from the guy and appreciated the call. I mentioned that I needed to get his phone number, cause it didn't show up in my phone, and he's notorious for not being easy to get a hold of. He used to give people his number and it would be disconnected within a week. He says, 'yeah I'll give that to you, but any ways, I'm a new man now blah blah....' and before he has a chance to give me the digits, I drive through the no reception zone on the way to my house and the phone call gets cut off. Once I got home, I kept expecting a phone call or a voice mail or something, but no. In true ---- style, I get none of the above. So I just have to forget about it and wait till he calls back when he's ready. Oh well.

6) Whew. Now I'm so tired that my entire body aches. I think I'll sleep in tomorrow.

A picture of 'geek' in his native habitat.

The word blog is an ugly word, and it's a hype word. I don't think it will stand the test of time. Kind of like when I was a kid, everyone 'pegged' their jeans and that was the cool thing to do. I think the word 'blog' will go the way of pegged jeans. In a few years it will fall out of style as a cute word and it will never come back.
It's such a silly word, like so silly that people smile and say it funny when it's spoken out loud, you know?
It's a contraction from 'web log' but that's lame. Like you don't shorten
'captain's log' to 'clog' or 'nslog' right? You don't shorten 'am not' to 'Ain't' right? Ok, scratch that. And 'Vlog' for 'Video Blog', no. You can't even say pronounce that.
How long it will take for the word 'blog' to go completely out of style? I say 4 years tops.
And i'll start here. This is not a 'blog', it's my 'Online Journal'.
Ok?
Blogosphere my ass.

Does showing up late make me a pro?

I was late to my regular Fri. night jazz gig last night. And I mean REALLY late. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I showed up at 7 when downbeat was supposed to be at 6:30 (Or as I call it, pulling a 'HammBone').

After catching much grief, the guys' idea of a punishment was to make me drink whiskey. So, uh, like I would learn my lesson? I think I'll be late again next week....

In my rush to get there, I STILL didn't have my freakin guitar strap. It fell off my bass twice tonight, once during a solo. There just happened to be 3 groups of people paying attention and shouting me on during my solo, the only time in the evening that anyone was paying attention to me, and the freakin strap comes off! So I propped my foot against the top of my bass amp so I that could rest the bass on my thigh, and played another chorus. And I did surprisingly mediocre. I think it was one of those situations where everything goes wrong and you perform well under the pressure?

The drummer's girlfriend came down and watched our last two sets with her hot roomate. Nice. Our trumpet player is cool but he seriously lacks the 'old entertain the ladies' skill and I think he scared them away. I hope they come back next week.

Something good came out of the evening. I Landed a gig for Sat night, and gigs for all thursdays and fridays in Oct, at two different venues.

So apparently that's how the pro's do it, showing up late.

I heard that 'Jazz' is French for 'F-ck'

I played a Jazz gig at Grappolo's in downtown San Luis Obispo tonight and it went as well as it could, considering. I didn't bring my upright because I can't get a good sound in the tiny, concrete club. It feeds back like a mofo.

But I show up and realize that I had forgotten my strap. Dammit. I thought I was all pro and Sh@t. I've normally got everything I could ever need in my gig bag, including a fifth of Bushmills. So I had to perilously rig the shoulder strap from my gig bag as a guitar strap. It was cool, as long as I didn't move. It fell off during 'St. Thomas' and I finished the tune sitting down awkwardly.

I played one particular solo that lit up the whole room. Way to blow up my stupid ego, drunk kids.

Boy am I glad summer's over though. Now that Cal Poly is back in there is an assload of gorgeous women in town now. But with that comes the usual crap, drunken kids wandering in the middle of the street, long lines at coffee shops and liquor stores, no parking, not recognizing people on the street....
Wow. I'm not a bitter local or anything..... Really.

The picture has nothing to do with this post, except that there is an alien playing my bass.

Do you ever think out loud?

As I even thought of posting this shameless self promotion, I said out loud, "How sad, I'm promoting myself on my own blog". Well, I didn't say ALL that out loud, but I caught myself saying 'Sad'. So this is it right here:

We have a new website up for the Crosby Loggins and the Leadbirds band, and it's freakin slick. You'd think we were pros or something. It sure made me think this band is cool, and I've never thought THAT before.

Crosby Loggins and the Leadbirds

Welcome

I always come home after an eventful gig or rehearsal with stoopid stories and no one to listen. This will be my much needed outlet for my pent-up cereberal garbage. Boring? yes. At least I'm not the guy posting "Guess what happened in my cubicle today!" crap.