A little blurb from last night’s Crawfish gig at the Rock Bottom Blues Club… :P
Bulldog Blues @ The Red Turtle
As I’ve probably already written here, I’m finally comfortable with my washboard playing enough to begin working on my nonexistent drum technique. Plus having a snare drum these last two months has also put more pressure on getting some decent bass drum action. So it’s been practice, practice and practice some more which may have been okay if I hadn’t overdone it; but I did; Thursday an unexpected pain in the knee added a high octane dose of anxiety to my stage fright. Still there is never much choice, if you can get out of bed than there it is…
The sound check went well, although as usual amplification changed our great [ ;-) ] acoustic sound into something different, and so off Dave and I went to find something edible; did you say pizza?
Friday Evening At The Red Turtle
Next Friday Dave & I will be playing at the Red Turtle Club here in town. It’s a bar that recently reopened and that actually has a real stage, not very deep but quite wide, that has already seen a good amount of musicians in the first three/four months the place has been opened. We stopped by a couple of days ago to confirm the gig, I had sent a picture for the flyer but had not heard from the organizer.
I asked about the bar’s name since “Turtle” is pretty hard for french speakers to pronounce and was wondering if there was a story behind it and sure enough…
Dave in New Zealand (Again)
If you happen to be in Auckland why not check out our favorite Crawfish Blues Band band leader who will be giving a few concerts here and there. Two are mentioned in this flier and there are more to come.
Meanwhile while the cat travels the mice play…
Crawfish Blues @ The Blues Club Fribourg
Blues for Haiti @ the Café Omega
Last Thursday I had hoped to go down to Geneva and jam at the BAG but circumstances decided otherwise and I ended up at the Café Omega over in the small village of Cortébert with Blaise for a jamming evening of Blues to raise funds for Haiti.
One thing you get living in small villages and towns up here in the Jura Mountains is a certain feeling of emptiness which on a dark frozen snow covered winter night can make the rest of the world seem a figment of the imagination. So it’s always a special thing to leave the void of the outside, the secret filled black windowed houses lit by two or three streetlights that painfully cast their feeble luminosity through the misty air, and enter the overheated and people packed room of an open café…
Compliments To The Chef!
Last nights concert at the Hotel-Restaurant Mont-Vully turned out to be a lot of fun which was nice considering that when we got there the place was empty and no one had even reserved!
It must be said that it was one of those cold dark wet and dreary evenings that is more inclined to make you stay home, feet up on the chair in front of you, watching anything with movement on the TV while sipping at a glass of single malt; no ice please…