NY Times Piece on Music and Marketing

Interesting article on music in marketing by Jon Pareles in today's Times. Nothing groundbreaking; even Jon seems unable to offer anything conclusive.

Magnet Magazine Mention

Nice to see some other sites picking up on the Cover of the Week project. Bradley's Almanac had an early post about it. Magnet Magazine takes notice here.

Juliana Hatfield Responds to Post

If I had a dollar for every time a girl/woman told me it's not me it's her...

Our friend from way back, Juliana, graciously offers her version/explanation of the events described in my Dreaming post.

Bill, it's not you; it's me. Don't take it personally that I said I would sing on "Dreaming" and then I took off. You see, I suffer from a sometimes crippling disorder called "Rock Club-itis". It is a phobia; a fear of being in any rock club for even one second longer than I absolutely have to, in order to do my work.

Like an alcoholic develops a sick liver after years of tippling, a touring indie musician can develop an intensely strong physical aversion to being in rock clubs. A drunk is affected, over time, by too many drinks, too many hangovers; I have been damaged by too many hours hanging out in the darkness, sitting on too many dirty, beer-stained, puke-scented couches in cramped, freezing-cold and stifling-hot backstage kennels. I guess you could call this affliction a kind of post-traumatic stress disorder. Or post-rock stress disorder. PRSD. The inevitable result of all my years on the club circuit; years of forced exposure (work; touring) to that stifling, harsh (everything always so LOUD! Too loud! Hurts my ears!), unsanitary and uncomfortable environment. (I won't even get into how a gig schedule screws up one's circadian rhythms.)

This is how bad it is: When I'm walking down a street and I spot rock club in the distance, I get queasy and nail-bitey and I have to cross the street in order to avoid passing too closely to the venue lest my growing anxiety (proportionate to how close I am to the club) overwhelm me and, like, throw me into a fit of hysterics or something.

And that is my explanation for bailing before you guys played "Dreaming". I wanted to sing with you, I really did, but as I stood waiting for the song to come up in your set list, I started to feel that old familiar nauseous/frightened feeling and the flashbacks started happening and the walls started closing in on me and I knew then that I had to flee the venue, for sanity's sake. I had hoped that I could stick it out until "Dreaming" rolled around but I failed. I failed you, Buffalo Tom, and I failed myself. I am weak.

Plus, I am really shy. Jumping up on stage with a band during their show always SOUNDS like a good idea in theory, but when showtime rolls around and my guest appearance looms, I sometimes chicken out. I can't speak for Westerberg, but maybe he experienced something similar.

Oh, and FYI- I did actually play guitar in the first incarnation of the Blake Babies; you were correct about that. We were originally a quartet, with Seth White on bass, myself on rhythm guitar, and John Strohm on lead (Freda on drums). I later switched to bass, when Seth quit the band. From then on, the Blake Babies were known as a trio.

Regretfully,

Juliana Hatfield

Another, Younger Janovitz

This is my brother, Tom. I was 16 when he was born. That makes him, lemme see...12.

Lovely voice, lovely guitar. Sort of Ry Cooder meets John Fahey.

Congratulations Bandini, Low Anthem, Ed V., Billy B and so many others.....

I want to say, hey, congratulations to my brother, Scott, and his band, the Great Bandini, for winning best local song, "One and One." Also, I recall loving Wait Until Spring, Bandini, from John Fante, back when I read it close to 20 years back.

Also, I have to say you should check out The Low Anthem, who won best new act. I picked up their record, What the Crow Brings, which is delicious. But I really look forward to the new collection, which can be previewed at their myspace: very pretty songs. This is especially recommended for people that liked the Show People CD from Chris Toppin, me, Phil, Dean, Paul, Mike, et. al. But if you like Waits, Dylan, the new kids with all that string band stuff, etc., I think you might like some of their songs a great deal.


http://www.lowanthem.com

http://www.myspace.com/lowanthem

Are You Excited for the Faces Reunion?

Further on Kenney Jones

Requests

Thanks to everyone for their feedback. I have gotten some good requests, many of which I already had on my short list. So look for future versions of, among other things, Slip Slidin' Away (I have played this out at least once), Dreaming (BT has been doing this since 1987), He's Gone (oh no, the Grateful Dead!), and some others. I will look back.

The deal is not an auction for top bidder. You are an honest enough bunch that I will trust you to make a donation to a charity. I am leaning towards the Foundation to be Named Later, since I am already affiliated with it a bit and since they do such fine work. I will try to do it by next week, so that those of you who need one can have a tax deduction!

Great Soul Site

And an appropriate lost classic

Tears of Rage, Tears of Grief

My New Mid-Century Homes Page

On my real estate web page:

http://modernmass.com

I've just started to outline the history of Lexington MA's significant mid-century homes at the above page. This includes the Moon Hill and Five Fields neighborhoods, both started by The Architects Collaborative, and Peacock Farm, designed and developed by Walter Pierce and Danforth Compton. Techbuilt, Carl Koch, Gropius, and other subjects are covered as well. Includes photos. In the near future, I will link to articles and scans with some history.

The Road - Little Bits of Haiku for the Apocalypse

I'm a little late to this book. It sat there in my pile of things to read, CDs listen to, bills to pay, songs to finish, laundry to fold...meanwhile I find 15 minutes to slap up blog posts. I did not come to this book as a huge fan of Cormac McCarthy, though I feel this might change a bit. I've only read 1 or 2 other books and I am aware that this is a departure from earlier work.

But I'm glad I waited. This book hit me at just the right time, it seems. I'm not 100% certain of what I mean by that; maybe any time I chose to read it would have felt like the right time. But this book spoke to me on a fundamental level and has heightened certain essential components of my consciousness.

I read it last week in a matter of a night or two. The last thing I expected was a page-turner. But I gather this is the reaction of many people who have read it. It compels readers for various reasons, some feeling that they are even responsible for helping the characters along, which is a notion that is both absurd and deeply true of any book. Like the tree that falls in the forest, e.g. I don't let myself get overexposed to reviews and criticism of books or movies. I don't want a story spoiled in advance, but more importantly, I don't my own perception clouded by judgments made by others. After forming my own opinion, I seek out those same reviews, at least in channels I trust. I want to compare notes.

I am being elliptical. I think all of this preface is just me avoiding the real topic, that is how profoundly moving I found The Road. Certainly being a father has a lot to do with my extreme reaction. But I have not shaken the effects of having read this now 4 days after the fact. But more significantly is that I don't think I will ever forget it. I think the emotions will become less acute, but the overarching theme, the poetry of the prose, the philosophy behind the story, the allegories and the story itself...

I am torn between re-reading it immediately and trying to move on. Seriously. It was a physical involvement, reading it. I don't know that I can recommend it to everyone who reads this site. I guess I'm more eager to hear from others who have read it.

Nina

RIP, Mitch

Mitch Mitchell, July 9, 1947 – November 12, 2008

Further on the Faces

Faces reunion?

Well, the link is dead, but the Faces are reuniting for a tour.

Will I Still See Suspicion in Your Eyes?

And how about an oldie from one of my favorite records:

'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around

Throw The Bums Out!

Warning to those who don't like to mix politics in with the music, skip this post and move on to the next.

538

Propaganda!!


Obituary and More Propaganda!! Viva La Revolucion!

Appreciating Kenney Jones

I just plugged in, "Kenney Jones underrated" in Google. I only came up with a few posts on message boards, his name listed in one or two posts, next to posts about guys in Spyro Gyra and metal bands, drummers using mallets, double kick drums, etc.

I've been listening a lot to the Small Faces and the Faces over the past few years, growing up with the latter but only really getting deeper into the former in the past decade. And Kenney's drumming is stunning -- ranging from what might be called power soul, likely what gave the Who the idea for the tagline, "Maximum R&B," to a more restrained approach, which is a typical arc for a maturing musician. The Small Faces had a much higher R&B quotient than the Who, who were more "maximum" than "R&B" in their approach. There's a straight line from the early Small Faces to Led Zeppelin's hard blues (to the extent that Zep -- as they did with the work from so many other artists -- actually lifted Small Faces bits wholesale.) And the relationships between all of those bands in '60s London was closely intertwined, with shared labels, managers, clubs, and side musicians. Their fellow early mods, the Who clearly admired their brethren in the Small Faces, as Keith Moon in his hardest partying days, when he perhaps glimpsed his end, speculated on a hand-picked successor, none other than Kenny Jones. And of course, this is the very drummer they picked after Moon's death.

"Ogden's Nut Gone Flake"



From the Small Faces’ earliest singles like "What'cha Gonna Do About It" to their more experimental psychedelic-era opus LP Ogden's Nut Gone Flake, Jones' power and control were on display. This is the style of drumming that would have made him a musical fit for the Who. But he later settled into a more finessed, restrained style that would have come from some of his R&B heroes like Al Jackson of the MGs and all of those Stax recordings, the same southern “in the pocket” groove that Charlie Watts concentrated on in his transition from a jazz drummer to his role in the Rolling Stones. It is this style that can be heard in its austere extreme on Faces tracks like "Tell Everyone" and the artful drum track on "Love Lives Here." It is not merely the simplicity; it is the musicality of the drums, the groove and the space, the way Jones locks in with the bassist Ronnie Lane. When he does augment the basic backbeat, it is with tastefully placed fills consisting simple snare rolls and one or two rack tom hits. This is the sort of groove-centric style he employs on songs like "Debris" and "Ooh La La." On the latter, most of the track is backed by tension-building percussion and whole-note kicks. When Jones backs the tack-piano solo, he adds a cross-stick snare drum (stick placed on the drum head and clicked lightly on the rim).

"Tell Everyone"



"Love Lives Here"




Even when the Faces went all out and raved it up, as with their biggest hit "Stay With Me," Jones' is just laying it in there simply, with an improbable 16th-note high hat pattern (presaging disco), not some huge-ass reverberating, brutal multi-drum fills a la Jason Bonham or Keith Moon (not a man known for his finesse with the high hat). When Jones really lets go on "Stay With Me," he merely loosens up the high hat to create more splash and adds a few rolls at the end of some bars. Even on the drum solo, he adds a few jazzy, Gene Krupa-like fills - no flaming gongs to be heard here. In fact, it is on this song as well as "Feel So Good" (live), the cover of "Maybe I'm Amazed," and other rave-ups, as the drumming gets a bit heavier handed, that Jones swings more than rocks. I mean, it is rocking and gets heavy, but it never loses that slinky swing. I love this style on other tracks like "Miss Judy's Farm" and the amazing cover of "I'm Losing You." Contrast this to his more Moon/Bonham-like approach on "Come on Children" from the Small Faces in 1965. The man comes out swinging, looking for a fight. The boogie is evident, but the fills are exhilaratingly chaotic and reckless, barely landing in place. Even covering his MGs backing Otis Redding, on "Shake" on the same record, Jones adds way more mid-verse fills.

Back when I was a teenager, playing in my first bands, we used to have endless arguments about with guitarist was the best -- Hendrix, Jeff Beck, Jimmy Page, Jerry Garcia, Townshend, Keith, Van Halen etc. And there were other such discussions about drummers. But those usually ended around Bonham, Moon, maybe Appice, Neil fuckin' Pert, and so on. I was usually in the minority of pip squeaks advocating for Keith, Charlie, even Ringo, of course. Those are more my guys, along with Levon Helm and musician's musicians like Dave Mattacks. Sure, I love and have always loved the more pyrotechnic Moon and Bonham and Hendrix and Page. But maybe it was because I have never been able to play very fast and/or complicated guitar parts, but I never really tried either. It was not my interest. I hated, HATED Rush, Van Halen and all those huge technically flashy acts. I wanted the guy that played the Harvest beat (Kenny Buttrey), or one who could lay down a clean, feel-good backbeat to play against. But Kenney Jones was the guy who replaced Keith Moon to me and millions more like me, then went on to do those two lame Who albums (yeah, "Eminence Front" was great, but "You Better You Bet???) Not Kenney's fault he joined that party too late, but my knowledge of the Small Faces and the Faces were only a bare minimum at age 13 and 14 -- a few songs on the radio or in the LP collections of the older brothers of friends.) My appreciation of him has become more intense as I get older and listen more and more closely.

Thanks and More

Firstly, my best wishes goes out to the family of Pat Leonard and the Moving Targets family. Pat was the original bassist of the seminal Boston band, the Moving Targets, who were an influence on Buffalo Tom. We learned today that he has recently passed away.

Kenny Chambers remembers his friend here:

RIP Pat Leonard

Thanks to all of you who came down to see my friends, brothers, and me enjoying ourselves down at Lizard Lounge in October, and previously at Toad. And a special thanks to the musicians who played with me, the band that was Tom Polce-less Crown Victoria, Matt Tahaney, Phil Aiken, and Billy Beard, and all the guests: Scott, Paul and Tom Janovitz, Sean Staples, Matt Pynn, Paul Ahlstrand, Tanya Donelly, Ruth Peterson, Mike Gent, Corin Ashley, Tom Perrotta, Joe Guese, anyone I missed?

Hope to get it going again some day. If you're having withdrawal and want to see some great live music at the Lizard Lounge, Session Americana plays every Tuesday. You will love it.

One Last Cup of Coffee

Hello my friends (in the voice of McCain),

My friends, the conceit I'm employing for the purposes of this email is the voice of an old senator from Arizona.

My friends, now is not the time to be ignoring proven rock and rollers like me. Now is not the time to jump so go see some young band with a myspace page and a self-released project down at Great Scott's. That band, they are very likely Socialists with a capital "S," sharing a stage, a van, a joint, and sharing God knows what or whom else (who or whom? I'm a plain speakin' sonfabitch, you know that. I don't trust "words" anyhow), pooling their money from CD sales to buy COMMUNAL breakfasts, palling around with radicals in Motel 8s.

No, my friends, we need a trusted rocker, a "Dad Rocker," one playing sturdy, proven classic rock songs, songs you know, even some "new wave" songs -- I'm open to some "new wave" songs -- good songs played by a proven artist, one who has reached across the musical aisle to shake the hands of and work with metallic dudes, hip hop kids, mean bouncers, sleazy record execs, dubious journalists, surly hotel managers, even jazzbos from Berklee. A rocker who can, yes, be considered a maverick. I've been called that. I am also not going to shrink away from my time as someone who has fought for this music, for the art, for your enjoyment. Yes, I watched as others less proven than I -- less deserving then I -- went on to stardom because they looked good on magazine covers with a good expensive haircut. But I'm a maverick. I never got that haircut, even when it was a proven way to stardom. And now I have a comb-over to hide my receding hairline. And, while I have chosen band members because of their looks over their lack of ability, Tom can still play drums very well. Sure, he won "Cute Drummer Alert" from Sassy magazine in the early '90s, but the fella also knew his stuff. He once was once embarrassed by that title, as I was with "maverick." But now, god knows he would love to have that title back. And, sure, that was the only month that magazine deviated from the usual "Cute Band Alert". They just could not find it in themselves to charitably extend that honor to the other 2/3 of the band. And that was when we were young, fresh-faced, etc. We had the world as our oyster, friends. We did not let it crush our spirit. No, we soldiered on. Good soldiers. Yes, we soldiered on for the good of the indie rock world. I don't want to say we sacrificed so you could listen in freedom. I do want to say it. But I will not.

Where was I, my friends? Ah yes...friends, I am here to ask for your vote, your vote of confidence. I need your support this Thursday, October 30, Halloween Eve. I need you to vote with your feet and your wallets. I need your presence at my last night at the Lizard Lounge. It could be the last note of music I ever play. I'm not saying it will be. But it might be. And if it is, you will only have yourself to blame for not being their to hear it. It might be a G sharp, which I rarely play. I have made a career of avoiding G sharp. But as the last note I ever play? Might be a G sharp.

But, my friends, I do not expect a G sharp to be the only reason you get off the comfy sofa-with-a-secret that you got for free in some Jordan's Furniture World Series promotion. No, my friends, I will have other reasons for you to come out. One is that none other than my longtime friend and political foe, Chris Colbourn has promised to be there to play a few numbers. Sassy drummer sadly can not make it that night. But we will do a Buffalo Tom song or two. Some covers. Etc.

And who else? What, Cobes is not enough? I know he is for you, my friends. But we will also have prodigal drummer back from Hollywood, Tom Polce, of Crown Victoria sitting in a song or two, Matt Pynn on pedal steel, Sean Staples on mandolin, and the proven lineup of experts and mavericks, Matty Tahaney on bass and vocals, Billy "three nights in a row, 5 weeks in a row" Beard on skins, and my longtime pal and supporter, Phillies Phil Aiken on the piano and organ. And, if we are all lucky, I will have the warm support of my family, always there behind me, friends. Last week saw the presence and contributions of 3 other Janovitz brothers and, with the mercy of the Lord, they will again be there to sing some songs.

My friends, don't let it all go to waste. You and I can get this music scene back on track.

Getting the Vinyl Out

Even in the full 1990s glory days of CDs, I clung to the old habits, keeping a good stack of vinyl LPs nearby, tucked away a little discreetly as one who was married had to do, though still in walking distance to the stereo. On a weekend evening, while my wife was preparing dinner, a bottle of wine open, no kids yet, or perhaps just the one, just a baby, I would periodically have the inspiration and the energy to delve in as a DJ and start spinning the tunes from my old records.

But babies become toddlers. More kids come. Records are fun things for them to destroy. Kids also start taking up time, record-playing time, time spent sitting down and reading liner notes, moving a turntable arm to the desired track. I know I’m not alone in the trend of those who found the dusty, scratchy old records migrating up to the attic or other “out of sight” (by one’s wife) locales. CDs were just too damn convenient for a guy like me to get nit-picky over the sound quality differences. Sure, there were (are?) some discernible positives that argued for the “warmer” vinyl, but man, the clarity on a well-mastered CDs, the small footprint taken up by a collection of them, as well as the portability… well, the poor old record didn’t stand much of a chance in households like mine.

Not that I ever thought of getting rid of any of my records, mind you. Why bother? If one had some space to store them, well, for me they are at very least like old photos, notebooks, memorabilia, etc. Too many memories wrapped up in the medium itself, both LPs in general and my collection specifically. I remember where and when I got almost every single record in my collection. And, here goes my requisite old-guy swipe at newer “forms of delivery”: I don’t recall with fuzzy warmth the time I downloaded the Kings of Leon “record.” But I remember the day I bought Sticky Fingers. I remember the whole day, the taste and temperature of the October air on the north shore of Long Island, walking downtown to buy the record at the off at “Off the Record” shop, walking again near the high school football field at dusk, clutching a square plastic bag made to hold albums, and finally getting home to my room to open up the Warhol-designed cover, peeling off the cellophane, my mother cooking dinner downstairs, taking out the disc, held by the edges in my palms, gently placing it on the turntable, and lowering the needle to hear the opening chords of “Sway.”

Along with the disappearing of records came the downsizing of the average stereo “system.” I, like many people, found myself playing music more often via the laptop, the iPod, etc. I don’t even play CDs in the car much anymore. That format seemed to just be a transitional one as well. But I am not complaining; I’m one who loves his music portable. I am filled with glee when I can take out my iPhone and, using an app called Remote, wirelessly dial up any music on my hard drive and stream it through my wifi network to any set of speakers I have hooked up to one of those Airport Express babies. I know this is not an audiophile’s dream, but not much is lost from the pretty basic analog systems I had all my life. I could never afford really expensive stereo equipment so it is a net plus for me. And if you had told me as a kid that I would be able to do that, well damn! I remember hearing a rumor that legendary local Boston D.J. Charles Laquidera had a system in his house that would mechanically dig out an album from his library of thousands in his basement and play it on a turntable/stereo wired throughout the house, sort of a whole-house jukebox. Not sure if there was any truth to it, but it was a fantastic image.

Still, I am not the first to point out that with all these conveniences, I feel like I have lost that whole tactile and cultural-relic aspect and relationship to my music. Sure, with that loss comes some gains. For example, with the appearance of the CD, we lost that big album art and rarely was there some novel invention or worthy artistic idea to offset or compensate for what was lost with the larger format. But as the Internet grew, so did music databases, artist web sites, blogs, fanzines, great ‘net radio like KCRW, Pandora, etc. So I find myself often discovering new music far more quickly than ever before and then digging deep and seeing videos by and of the artists, interviews, artwork, message boards, reviews – in short, far more than could ever have been imagined even in the days of 3-LP sets with booklets, postcards, and posters.

And yet…and yet, here I was pulling out a copy of Magical Mystery Tour from up in my attic to demonstrate exactly what I was talking about to my 4th grade daughter as she peered at the MMT “cover” on her iPod Nano. “Here,” I said. “You think that’s a cool picture, wait ‘til you see how it originally came out.” And she was either duly impressed with the old LP cover and booklet that I retrieved or faking it to not make me feel so bad and, uh, old. And she started asking me, as if out of central casting, exactly how were these things played. “Well,” I said. “Let me show you.” And I proceeded to go get the old turntable off the top of the basement refrigerator and hooked it up to my receiver. Now, this is a receiver I bought to have surround sound in the basement after, in the typical mode of leapfrogging technology, I got a big HD screen for down there. All my older stuff, Technics, Onkyo tape deck, etc. had either long ago died or left somewhere. Upstairs we have some ‘90s receiver to play the DVD and TV through, channeled into some lame 3:1 computer speakers hooked up through the headphone jack. But it sounds perfectly fine. The receiver downstairs, though, does not have an input for a turntable, which needs a preamp, blah blah blah. I could not play the records!

But weeks later, not sure what gave me the buzz again aside from another glass of wine and a fall Saturday afternoon, but I remembered I had gotten some sort of preamp to allow me to hook up the turntable to my computer. And I delved back into the attic and after a good hour, managed to find it in literally the last box in the farthest-most corner of the eaves. I grabbed the first record I could put my fingers on in one of the attic crates, Sgt. Pepper’s of all things, and went to the basement. It worked! The first song? “Lucy in the Sky,” of course, for the 4th grader, Lucy.

For the next hour I brought almost 1000 records, arms-full, crates-full of 12 and 10-inchers, dusty, heavy, down two floors to the basement, playing Blackmarket Clash, Bitches Brew, Daydream Nation, Truth, Feed Me with Your Kiss, Dark Side of the Moon, Time Fades Away and on and on, while I made my trips, sweating, I had all the records I could find. I know the indie kids are again (still?) collecting and bands releasing projects this way again. And, man, some of my records are worth a lot of money! A picture disc of Who Are You for $80?! 40 bucks here, another 50 there. The Pavement 10’’ is going for how much?!

I have replaced a great many of these old records with CDs, but so many more have not been. And they sounded great. But come on, I don’t buy the lament that the old stuff sounded “better,” unless your vinyl is pristine, in great quality pressings, with a high-end turntable. I know audiophiles are into the format. For me, all that crackling other deficiencies…the music just sounds smaller, murkier for the most part; sure, warmer here and there, but just kind of limited.

But here they were, my old friends! All stacked up and ready to be played again, thumbed through, re-stacked, opened, read, remembered. More wine!

Shame, Repentance, and Redemption

Shame. Yes, those of you who did not show up last week -- and there are multitudes -- missed Tanya Donelly singing the Beatles "Long Long Long" and her own beautiful, aching song, "This Hungry Life." And then you missed where all of us took a break to go upstairs and enjoy the miraculous comeback by the Red Sox (alas! they have come up short this year). And then you missed us going down again and ripping it up on "Dirty Water." And you missed an expanded rockestra that saw Matt Pynn on pedal steel, Sean Staples on mandolin, and Joe G. from the Click 5 on guitar.





(Thanks to Cathy P. for the photos)

You see what you miss when you decide 10:00 on a playoff night is too late? I shall not tell a lie; it was all friends and family last week. And I am, as Husker Du sang, hardly getting over it, hardly getting used to getting by.

Well, there are 2 more shows. Tomorrow, the 23rd is bound to be a night of sublime beauty and raucus rock music. I have no idea who is coming to join us. Then, the 30th will be the last live gig, perhaps ever for me. I may be giving up the music thing. Music is for kids. And for successful elder musicians.

OK, that's not true. But what if it were? Would October 31, 2008 be the Halloween the Music Died?

Clearly it is time for me to end this post.

Thursday is almost here!!!!

Thursdays at the Lizard Lounge in October are always special. You know it, I know it, so let's not argue about that. Ah, ah, ah....shhhhh! No arguing about that!

Now, I know we play late and God knows it takes a lot to get me out of the house, so I don't blame you for not showing up in the past, what with the Sox again holding on for dear life and playing yet another ALDS Game 5, it is a wonder anyone comes out to these special nights of physical, emotional, and musical challenge. Perhaps if we were in NY, where baseball fans have nothing but time on their hands to go out and get on with their lives, we might all be more apt to be looking for something else to do.

But what if I told you we have special guests? Like Tanya Donelly and Chris Toppin? Would that help? I should hope so. Not that I AM saying that; just hypothetically speaking. What about guitar slinger Joe Guese from the Click 5? He is a gentleman and a rockman. And you know, what about not just one, not two, not three, but perhaps the unfathomable possibility of four Janovitz boys in the house? Well, you might just say, "Bill, that sounds like it would be one expensive-ass show and we might even have to dress up for such an occasion and damn, I have nothing to wear and, on top of it, there would be no WAY I could even get into such a show, even if it were held in Foxboro Stadium, as it would sell out so fast."

Well, I agree, it will be quite popular, and sure, maybe you could tuck your shirt in. But I guarantee you it won't be expensive and, judging by the last few weeks, there might even be a table for you if you hurry and ACT NOW.

Thursday. This coming one. Lizard Lounge. Cambridge. It's special. Feel it. OK. GO!

Bill

Music, Yeah Music

Oh, you offended few and non-offended majority,

I promise now to move on to something more important than politics and whatever it is Sarah Palin is practicing. Yes, it is time to discuss music.

So all of you who come here for that (the same 5 people who showed up at my show at the Lizard Lounge, minus the two who engage in political jousting), let's talk about music. I will tell you something and then I want you to tell ME something.

Me first: Round 2 of the 6-round gladiator hootenanny at the Lizard Lounge is fast approaching this Thursday night. I will tell you that very special guests will be coming to sit in at one or more of the upcoming shows. When I say "very special," I friggin' mean it. Of course, Billy, Billy, Matt, and Philly are all special to me as well. But I mean, special to you, the "Joe Fan."

Warning to those not interested in the Sox (as I don't want to offend any more folks by straying off topic, what I know best, should stick to, etc.): SOX WIN! BEAT NAYSAYERS! GO ON TO CHALLENGE YOUNG UPSTARTS WHO WILL LIKELY FALL AT THE HANDS OF THE CHAMPS!

OK, back to music now. Me? I'm digging all kinds of stuff lately, from getting back into the Feelies (whom I was going to go see until the SOX advanced -- dang, sorry!), to the Ohio Players, to Coltrane (very much back on Lush Life), Gene Clark, Mean Creek, the Budos Band...oh man, so good. Tell me, tell me what you like.

Chart (not the music kind)

RockToBAH

I have good news and bad news. The good news is the Red Sox playoff games will not interfere this week with the inaugural show at the Lizard Lounge. The bad news is the VP debate will be happening. SO those of you who like to watch train wrecks will have to choose between our usual train wreck on stage and the other one known as Sarah Palin. I suggest you DVR the debate. which will also be linked ad nausem online. But Bill Janovitz and Crown Victoria and Friends will not be TELEVISED! You cannot DVR the visceral classic rock spectacle that is the Jano Show nor can you shut off the Jano/Aiken Debates about which song we should do next.

But I am tickled about the upcoming Lizard shows. We will have 5 of them. They will be only slightly more organized than the Toad shows. We will have more room to spread out. We will have a big acoustic component, either starting that way and building each set, or whole acoustic sets integrated into the evenings. I will write more set lists, even if skeletal. And, if elected, I promise to not take 5 minutes between songs at attempted "humor" to cover up the fact that we have no idea what to play next.

Many of the Toad shows -- given the intimacy of the place -- had people shut out on the sidewalk waiting to get in. Though there will be a nominal "fee" (no new taxes under my administration) to enter the subterranean homesick cavern club, you can rest assure that this will keep some of the riff raff out and also will have the benefit of allowing me to pay the musicians more than $12.34 each and then having to collect more in return from them for their breathtaking bar bills (no bail outs either).

So come down, one and all, starting this Thursday. Each night is special. It is like a "happening," a "be-in" and a celebration of our one-ness all at once-ness. You'll never know what you're missing, even if you are there. Guest stars, fireworks, shark acts, air shows, carnivals, feats of strength, safety demonstrations, language tutoring -- whatever you're looking for will likely be there for you. Just look within your heart. There, you found it!

Bill "Star Man" Janovitz

Fresh Video of Fresh Sounds from the New Kids and the Old Kidz

Buffalo Tom, Boston Arts Festival



Never follow kids or an animal acts. Better yet, invite them onstage.

AND MORE TOAD, and another show

hi guys

Yes, one more show at Toad Thursday, September 18. Then look for us every Thursday in October at the Lizard Lounge, all in fabulous Cambridge.

I want to announce another show, at the risk of losing more "fans" like those who defected from the mailing list back when I was right about the then-oncoming Iraq War, bemoaning the fact that an artist (yeah, me) whose music they liked had gone "political" (which really meant they disagreed with my politics). Anyway, this will be a short set on Dunster Road in Jamaica Plain, Boston, for a real street-level Obama fundraiser on Sunday, September 21. The event will also feature Jimmy Tingle, Michael Tarbox, Chris Toppin and Jim Buni, and other speakers and musicians. Jimmy has some details here: FUNRAISER

Toad Tomorrow

Tomorrow, Sept. 4 and Sept 18. The Thursdays in October at Lizard Lounge, all in Cambridge, MA. Buff Tom may show up for some songs during October.

Hope to see you at BT Sept. 12 in Columbus Park, Boston.

Weekly Gigs Resume

Bill Janovitz and Friends (Best Friends include Phil Aiken, Matt Tahaney, and Billy Beard), which was so much fun at Toad in June/July (seems like only yesterday....summer's gone, a summer song....who wrote that brilliant couplet again? Dylan? Longfellow? P Diddy?) will be picking up where we left off. We are doing Thursday Sept. 4 and Sept. 18 at Toad and then moving the whole carnival down the street to the Lizard Lounge for Thursdays in October. No more free lunch, I guess, and, unfortunately, no more asking Matt to move his bass neck whilst he's in the raptured throes of a Bill Withers tune so you can get by to use the toilet. I mean, you still can, but it might be a bit of a distracting detour for all involved.

To get you freakin' STOKED for these shows, here is one of the more originals we promise to pull out of storage, a song called "Look After Me" (scroll down for posts regarding audience recordings of past Toad shows):

And More Toad Shows

We had such a great time at the Toad June/July residency that we are carving out time for some more. The same group of musicians will be at Toad in Porter Sq. Cambridge on Thursdays Sept. 4 and Sept. 18.

I love the place partly because it is so intimate. But intimate means small and too many people had to wait on line because the place filled up too fast. Now, I know what it takes to get a 40-something ass off the couch and come out for some music. If it had been me shut outside, I would have gotten right back in the car and not come back. So I appreciate that many of you came down to take part in the evenings.

But we are looking into keeping this gig going, except moving it down the street to Toad's sister venue, the Lizard Lounge. We are probably going to do Thursdays there regularly. Stay tuned for confirmation of dates.

I hope to see you Dutch and Belgian folks this coming weekend at the festivals with Buff Tom.

For those of you in Boston, BT will be playing in Columbus Park in the North End of Boston on Sept. 12 for a Boston City Arts Festival of some sort.

Toad Recordings

Hi all,

We had a great run of shows at Toad June/July. Now we are looking forward to trying to keep it going at another venue starting at the end of the summer. I will let you know when we have it al together. In the meantime, good friends Dan and Camille recorded some of the shows and linked them at their Kitchen Door web site:

Toad Shows.

Third of Four

Thanks to all who came, thanks to those who posted comments below, and thanks for your emails.

The second Thursday at Toad was even better than the first, and there is no reason to believe that the third will bot be better, with some guests lined up and yet more new material to play.

Here are some short rough video clips, compliments of the Speca's. The unfortunate part is that I am the only one you see in them. But we have a whole group of folks up there playing.


Springsteen cover


Long Island

And a couple of articles about Toad and Billy Beard that mention the residency, past and present (click)

Toad and the Regent Theater

I have been making promises I can not keep.

Chris Toppin could not make it to last week's show. And my old buddies (of which she is one) in the erstwhile Bathing Beauties, A.K.A Show People, will not be making it to this week's show. It will be more of the Crown Vic with Billy beard on drums. We will play more songs. Last week rocked, in my opinion. We will always miss Tom Polce until his return from Hollywood Babylon. But Mr. Beard is another superb drummer. We will maybe do 3 sets, one more acoustic than the others. We play a lot of old classic rock and soul songs so all you dads should come on down as a reward to yourself. We are like Taylor Hicks. You like him, right? Soul Patrol?

Also, JUNE 27 at 8: I will be playing a set of tunes before the screening of the locally made film that I composed the score for, On Broadway at the Regent Theater in Arlington Center and hanging out afterwards for a Q&A with the director, Dave McLaughlin and producer/actor, Lance Green (and maybe some others). It will be the final big screen screening around here.

Here is one of the pieces from the film:



I leave you with a song from Aretha and the choir:

And It's On!

Celts are on tonight, yes, I know, but I thought that some of you might be into coming down to Toad, a fine pub in Porter Sq. to hear some music any of the next 4 Thursday nights, starting tonight. I will be leading/hosting a few different combos of talented musicians beginning around 9 and going late, with multiple sets of cover tunes, new and old original tunes, ill-advised improvisations, beer-sodden spoke-word ramblings (if this happens, I advise you that it will be time to go).

Tonight, I am pleased to have what will surely be the bedrock band of Billy Beard, Phil Aiken, and Matt Taheny -- joined by the opening duo of Jim Buni and Chris Toppin, who will hopefully be sticking around and joining us for many songs.

Next week, June 19, we will have most of the above group as well as a resurrected band I was fortunate to be part of, the Bathing Beauties (which morphed into a duo called the Show People). This will have Phil, Top and I, joined by Paul Kolderie and Dean Fisher.

June 26 looks to be pretty much the same as tonight, though we might have other guests joining us.

July 3 is too far in the future to ponder. But we hope you will make the leap of faith necessary and choose to remain in town for the 4th of July holiday, if for no other reason than to be part of The Magic that will surely happen on this final night. Actually, some of you are old enough to remember this same sort of Toad hootenanny 2 years ago that culminated in a late-night appearance by a True Rock Star (who does not supplement his income with a real estate gig) leading the band through a 20-minute version of Neil Young & Crazy Horse's "Cortez the Killer." I can't make any promises of such fabulousness coming down Mass. Ave. tonight, nor should you require any such promise, but like the Mass. Lottery points out, you can't win if you don't play.

Your friend,

Bill

TOAD

OK kids,

Thanks to all of you who showed up in Dublin and Barcelona last week for Buff Tom. Now it is back home for the funfest.

For, Thursday is Bill Day at Toad in Porter Square, Cambridge, MA, USA this month. I will be hosting a shambolic hootenanny from 9 - close on June 12, 19, 26 and July 3. Many covers will be played. A lot from my solo records. Some BT tunes solo maybe. And I might try out a new song or 2 that I am working on.

Here is how the core is shaping up for each:

12th -- Chris Toppin and Jim Buni will play some songs together, followed by me plus a band that is 3/4 of the old Crown Victoria -- Phil Aiken (keys), Matt Taheney (bass), and the illustrious Billy Beard who has been kind enough to agree to sit in on drums for a few of these shows. Tom Polce was lured by the siren song of Hollywood, where he has sold his soul to the corporate music syndicates. Billy is well known around town as drummer for Session Americana, Dennis Brennan Band, as well as a drummer for some big time touring artists. Most importantly, he is a great guy who knows how to play the skins.

I believe the early 7-9 show will feature the band, The Rationales.

19th -- This looks like a battle of the bands, with the remnants of ye olde bar band, the Bathing Beauties, the songs of which Chris Toppin and I resuscitated and joined up with some newer songs to complete the CD Show People. This all star lineup featured Dean Fisher on the traps, Philly on the keys, Paul Kolderie on bass, and Top and me singing, guitaring.

And the Crown Vis facsimilie will also be playing this night. It will be a steel-trap death match.

26th -- I have no idea who will be playing. We may be the same CV band, though we might have a sub-sub drummer.

July 3 -- Same as above.

If worse comes to worse, I will play a lot of stuff solo or duo or trio. And once that runs out, we will do Jimmy Buffet covers as an audition for summer resorts.

Hope you can make it to some or all of them.

bill

Buff Tom Shows and Residency for Bill

Thanks to everyone down in Australia who came out to see us. We had a great time playing and hanging out at Coogee Beach in Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, and the festival at Meredith. Saw my first wild koala. just hanging out. Backstage at the festival. Here is a pic from my Blackberry.



Also, here is a pic of Chris and Tom enjoying a buena vista:



Lastly, a pic of my son, Will, ready to rock breakbeat style:




We have some Buffalo Tom shows coming up starting this Friday, April 18 at the Iron Horse in Northampton, MA, the town where BT formed while at UMass. And, the venue is where we first performed at a folkie open mike night as the "Buffalo Tom Trio." This is true.

Next Friday, the 25th, we play the Paradise in Boston. It sold out last week. Thanks for purchasing tix early.

We are playing in Dublin at the Passenger Festival at the http://www.pod.ie/list_tripod.php on May 30, on our way to the Primavera Festival in Barcelona the next night. This, in my book, is not a bad way to spend a weekend. I don't take this sort of thing for granted.

We will also be playing fests in Belgium and Holland on a weekend in August. Check buffalotom.com for details

Finally, I have gotten back around to booking a month of Thursdays in June at Toad, Porter Sq., Cambridge, MA. Like 2 years ago, the core will be Matt and Phil from Crown Victoria, though sadly, our drummer, Tom Polce, is in LA. So it will b real revolving cast, a hootenanny, a Janon-nanny, if you will. Expected gusts include my soul sister, Chris Toppin. We wil spotlight the Show People CD which was a covert release still available on iTunes, CD Baby, etc.

If you will recall, in 2006, we had luminaries Theo Epstein and Eddie Vedder make a late night appearance for a 15-minute "Cortez the Killer," amongst other confections. Phil points out that Pearl Jam will be booked in Boston around June. As he said, "I'm just sayin'...."

Look for me on Facebook, all you "with it" kids.

Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful..do do do do do doooo laaaaaaaa,

Bill

upcoming shows

Again, I must apologize.

This time, for talking so much trash about the Giant/Pats. I am only glad I don't know much or care as much about football as I do baseball. Because, then I might be hurt.

I just like trash talking.

To that end, go Obama and I am enjoying the end of the Romney years while also enjoying watching the Republicans falling apart and fight each other over which of the candidates will not have their support.

I had no intention of bringing that up here, but I had some wine and am feeling feisty. But one of my brothers told me to get to the point earlier in my emails, so here goes.

Upcoming shows:

* Buff Tom tour of Australia in March. Charter a plane and come on down (for those of you not already residing there.)
* I am sitting in with Session Americana at the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge, MA USA on February 26. For the night, they will break out of their rule of playing only American music and will this night be temporarily named Session Britannica. You can guess why. I will of course be representing the Stones with a song that shall remain a surprise. Phil Aiken may also be playing. Last time I played with SA, it was one of my most fun nights of music EVAH.
* Buff Tom likely shows in Boston and Northampton in April, TBC.
* Buff Tom at Primavera Festival in Barcelona May 30. Maybe another show somewhere along the way where we have not yet played.

Thanks to those of you who came out see us in NY, DC, Chicago, Minneapolis.

The 2 Buff-Tom-personalized copies of the Shellac records I mentioned in the last email were auctioned off on eBay and raised over $3,000 -- and the mini auction they were a component of, organized by Drew O'Dougherty raised over $6,000 -- for the Callum Robbins Fund, for 2 y.o. Cal:

http://www.callumrobbins.blogspot.com/

All my lovin,

Bill


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LP Auction for Charity

Hey all,

Rare LPs (only 700 copies printed) by the band Shellac (Steve Albni, Bob Weston, Todd Trainer) which were given only to those named on the LP cover, have been donated by the three members of Buffalo Tom for auction to raise money for the Callum Robbins Fund, for 2 y.o. Cal:


http://www.callumrobbins.blogspot.com/

These records have been know to raise $700+ a piece and it seems like a great rock & roll way to raise money for a kid with rock & roll parents.

If interested, bidding has started at Ebay. 2 of them are up so far. Look near bottom of page for 2 entries:

Shellac LPS

Thanks for your help on this and thanks also to all of you who have attended recent shows. We look forward to seeing more folks at the upcoming shows.

Bill

Nick Flynn in Esquire

I have little doubt that this will prove to be one of the most memorable things I read in 2008. From Nick Flynn, the writer with whom Buffalo Tom collaborated on the song, "Father Outside (Ink Falling)."

The Ticking Is the Bomb

I'd love to hear reaction. In fact, I would love to see any note from folks to see if anyone is checking in here apart from mentions in my email newsletter. A blog no one reads is like a town with no cheer, or a tree falling in the forest, or as Nick might say, "the falling is the tree."

Nice to see some of you out there in D.C. and N.Y. Hope to see more of you next weekend.

january update

hey everyone,

sorry, again. i am an apologetic sob, ain't i? i just have been lax in updates. i had such great intentions when i started my music blog (http://www.billjanovitz.blogspot.com/). actually, i see that it was updated in december. that ain't too bad, is it? anyway, i can't see too many people hanging on every word anyway.

i wish i could say it is because i am busy. but i have been less busy than i was all 2007, i think. but american idol started last week. plus someone sent me an invitation to join this facebook that i have heard so much about, from all the kids and such. but i see that it has hit some tipping point (btw, that's the title of a great book by malcom gladwell) and more modern maturity folks like me have signed up. it is actually the most useful of all the "social networking" sites i have found. i never quite latched on to myspace too much. and linked-in has some professional uses, i suppose. no one has made them apparent to me yet, but i'm willing to suspend my disbelief for now.

but with facebook, one can post the music, vids, little logos that allow you to dupe yourself into feeling like you are politically, environmentally, or gastonomically aware, etc. but the event announcements thing, in fact the whole interface seems very user-friendly. so that's where i have most recently posted upcoming bt shows that i hope many of you will attend. kevin will continue to update the bill and bt sites, but they are so web 1 or possibly 2.0 and this band is, like, very web 3.2.

i see that the shows are selling well, so i hope to see some of you out there on the cold and lonely plains. and there is a buff tom listeners group or something like that, which of course i had to join even though i don't listen to them (only like the early stuff) when i can avoid it. of course, we will have to listen to each other prattling on (this means you, tom) for an 8-hour ride in a van to dc this friday. so we have that going for us. how much would you pay for a podcast of that. have any of you heard the troggs tape? something like that.

the downside of facebook, and perhaps the real reason for my laxity in updates and other such things such as bathing and acknowledging the existence of my children is that it has this texas holdem poker app. which has ruined me. mind you, i have achieved "big dog" status in a mere couple of weeks and am ever so close to attaining the ultimate status of "shark." however, these achievements don't seem to resonate with my wife, who has never really encouraged my aspirations and dreams and so i don't expect her to all of a sudden wake up and bow down at the feet of a facebook-poker-recognized "big dog" now, january 22, 2008. further, she doesn't even seem enthusiastic when i finally win a few hands and come out on the positive side of my bi-weekly poker group in my favorite contractor's shop (which seems like a setting out of a tarantino bloodbath but is nothing of the sort in real life). so again why would i expect her to wake up lucid one morning and thank me for my visionary foresight?

so i recommend you sign up for the f-book as well so you can waste more of your time.

but as usual, i digress:

buffalo tom
January 25
night time
black cat
washington dc.

january 26
joe's pub
2 shows -- both night time, one earlier than the other
in the shadow of the astor place kmart
near/once home of the scrappy yet sadly soon-to-be defeated new jersey giants
new york, ny

february 1
first avenue
home to prince
and husker du
and grant hart
and the replacements
and that city that gave birth to the mighty hold steady men
minneapolis, mn
because, really, when you think about it, why go play some place warm in february? we want to keep our pale - broken-only-by-our-patches-of-psoriasis-because-we-are-so-dried-out-by-the-boston-winters - glow. let's pick someplace more miserable than boston in the winter. yes, minn. will do. but how about tomorrow? shall we go to hawaii then?

no.

february 2
double door
one of my favorite cities in the world
chicago, we-be-illinois

i be illin' so you keep chillin' and like lowell george be willin' and in facebook poker i make a killin',

Bill-in'