Concert Review: Magic City Hippies at The Regency Ballroom, San Francisco, CA

Alright, once again we’re off to see Magic City Hippies!  This is (I believe) our 9th time seeing them.  They’ve become sort of an annual Birthday tradition for our daughter, as they always seem to be in the Bay Area on the week of her birthday, and we’ve been to every Bay Area show they’ve done.  As my constant visitors may have gathered, we go to a LOT of shows, it is hands down our #1 form of entertainment, and MCH are our favorite live band so we do everything we can to see them when they are in town.

Tonight they played the Regency Ballroom, a venue we’ve been to numerous times.  It’s really a great place, aside from the fact that it’s in San Francisco… (Seriously, any bands or managers or promoters out there reading this – for the love of God, STOP booking everything in San Francisco! There ARE other cities in the Bay Area you know!?!)

Anyhow, my loathing of SF aside, we were all super excited to see the guys again, as their shows are just pure magic (no pun intended!).  The musicianship, the songs, the energy, the vibe…there is nobody like them!

The trip into the city was the usual mania.  The people up there drive like they don’t want to live!!  I always, ALWAYS get stressed out driving in SF, but for the Hippies I’ll still do it,  even on a “school night”.

The opening act tonight was a young man by the name of Josh Fudge.  We got there after he started his set, so we only got the last portion of it, but what we saw was really good.  It was just him and a drummer, so not a lot visually, but the songs were good and his enthusiasm was infectious.   He really seemed to be enjoying his moment on the stage.  I’d certainly be interested in seeing more.

Josh Fudge & unknown drummer

Up next in the middle support slot was The Palms from Los Angeles.   I was vaguely familiar with them having heard a few of their songs, which I liked.  I had a feeling they might be better live than on record, and I was right!

They are what you’d call a proper band – drums, bass, a keyboard player that doubled up on guitar and lap steel (!!), a lead guitarist and a vocalist that also played acoustic guitar on about half the tunes.  Refreshing!

Don’t know what happened to my pics of the Palms… I took them, but they’ve gone missing…

For me, the shining star of the show was their lead guitarist, he was really impressive.   He incorporated a number of styles in his playing as well as a full pallette of tones, and he was just fantastic.   And if I’m being honest,  he himself had about 70% of the charisma of the band.  Don’t get me wrong,  the band was solid as a rock.  They’re playing was darn near perfect, they just didn’t give much of a “performance” on stage.  Which is fine, not everyone is a showman.  It just took the excitement level down a couple of notches.  I’d give them a solid B+ on the set.  If they keep it up they could be something to behold with a few more tours under their belts.

The Hippies opened up with Body Like a Weapon, which is a mid-tempo number, and the set opened with a slow burn.  It didn’t take long before they were just tearing it up on stage.

Guitarist John was his usual extraordinary self.  His playing is so fluid and he’s an absolute wonder to watch when he’s in the zone.  I still miss the growl of his hollowbody guitar, which I haven’t seen him use in several years now and it appears the guys have traded in the Fender tube amps for digital pre-amps going straight to the PA, so there is a certain grittiness that is missing from the overall sound.  BUT, I must admit the tones are much more true to the sounds on the records…  A trade-off I can accept and most people that aren’t tone-snobs like myself would likely not even notice.

The greatest guitarist nobody knows about!

Robbie Hunter I still consider one of the best front men in modern music, and I was again reminded of what a stellar guitarist he is too!

Bassist Guillermo Belisario just keeps getting better and better.  His bass playing has always been excellent,  but he’s been taking on more duties on stage, playing some keyboards and singing harmonies.   Clearly an outstanding musician and he really holds it all together when the other guys are really going off. 

Drummer Pat…  What can I say?  He’s a true force behind the kit.  Watching him play reminds me of Keith Moon – not the parts he’s playing, but the WAY he plays.  It’s a straight up attack, and yet he never loses that deep Hippies groove.  I’m a fan.  I consider myself a better than average drummer and I’ve played a bunch of Hippies songs over the years, but I CANNOT play them like Pat.  He’s one if a kind.

Jake Pinto really has gelled with the boys now that he’s been on the road with them for a couple tours.   It’s almost like he was always there…  And when he, John and Robbie play 3 part harmonies on guitar?  Holy smokes!  It’s really special and frankly unheard of in modern bands.

There was also a new element to the show this time around that turned out to be an excellent addition.   I didn’t catch his name unfortunately,  but MCH had added another player on stage playing trumpet and percussion.   Let me tell you, this guy was off the charts impressive.  His horn playing was excellent, his percussion playing very tasteful and in the pocket and his stage presence and style was super high energy and fun to watch.  A really pleasant surprise and a great addition to the world’s best live band!

All in all, it was was an outstanding show.  Not that I expected anything less.  The Magic City Hippies are a shiny, gleaming needle in a haystack when it come to live music.  They have great songs, exceptional musicianship and it’s obvious to everyone in the room that they’re having a great time on stage, doing what they do best.

A big thanks to everyone involved, it was a GREAT night and a great way to end what turned into a Birthday Week for our daughter’s 30th!

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Road Trip: Monterey,  CA

This trip marks a very special occasion, our “baby” is celebrating her 30th birthday this week!  Hard to believe…

We’ve always been a “beach” family, as you might have gathered if you’ve read any of my earlier posts, but Monterey has ALWAYS been our daughter’s favorite.  While my wife and I grew up haunting the Santa Cruz Soquel and Capitola areas, if we ever asked the kid where she wanted to go, it was always Monterey.

This time around we stayed at the Portola Hotel and Spa, and it was really nice.  Beyond expectations even.  We had booked weeks ago and much to our surprise and delight, they gave us an unexpected “upgrade” to one of the Presidential Suites.  No kidding.  The room was bonkers. 

I haven’t stayed in a room this nice since the 90’s when I was lucky enough to be on the road crew with Dogstar in Australia and New Zealand.   It was off the charts for a hotel room, certainly bigger than our apartment!!

The trip was pretty mild and rather uneventful,  in a good way.  Mostly, we ate really fancy foods in nice restaurants (Jack’s & Schooner’s amongst others) and just hung out.  We also hit the touristy spots – Fisherman’s Wharf and the Monterey Bay Aquarium – too.  They were nothing new as we’ve been to both more times than we can count, but it was a good time nonetheless.  The Aquarium is truly spectacular.   If you’ve never been and you enjoy wildlife, you should definitely check it out once in your life.

All in all, it was a really nice time.  The forecast had called for rain, all day, every day for the time we were there, but luckily the weather people were waaay off and we had really mild weather.  Very little rain and even a touch of sun.  As a bonus, the weather kept the crowds down to a level that didn’t drive me out of my skin! 

Still coming to grips with our daughter turning 30, but this nice, mellow weekend sure helped keep smiles on our faces!  And we can’t help be feel grateful that our kid still likes to hang out with us!  We must have done something right along the way…

So much sweetness!!
The night view from our room.
A fine lunch was had here!

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A Small Victory

Buzz, buzz, buzz says the alarm at 5am…

Lizard Brain: Nah, too early, too tired, catch a few more Zzzz’s

Semi-conscious Brain: Get up, don’t be a lazy bastard.

Lizard Brain: Listen, you stayed up too late.  Drank champagne.  You’re too tired.  Go back to sleep.

Semi-conscious Brain: All that is true, but another 15 minutes of sleep isn’t gonna help anything…

Lizard  Brain: Yeah, but now it’s already been a couple minutes.  You’re gonna get out of the house late… It’ll stress you out and ruin your whole day.

Semi-conscious Brain: You’ve got a good point there…

Lizard Brain:  Of course I do… Listen, you can always go to the gym tomorrow to make up for today.  Go back to sleep.

Semi-conscious Brain:  Wait!  You sneaky SOB, putting off until tomorrow is what got me into this mess! STFU.

Lizard Brain: …  …  …

Next thing I know, I’m in my gym gear and brushing my teeth.  Yes, I DID in fact get out the door 5 minutes late.  Yes, my morning routine was rushed and a bit stressful.   However, I knew I’d regret missing a workout MORE than I’d appreciate the extra sleep.

I think I’ve finally turned a corner.  Turns out the hardest battles are often in your own head.  Sometimes you’ve got tell that comforting, excuse making voice in your head to shut up, and push yourself to do what you know is best…  Procrastination is one of my absolute worst habits and hard as hell to break, but the payoff feels great.  I highly recommend it.

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Why do I do this to myself?

The day started well…up at 5am, out the door to the gym by 5:15…  Good workout, healthy smoothie for breakfast…then I made the mistake of reading the news and saw this:

WASHINGTON—The Democratic-controlled Senate passed a $95.3 billion package backed by President Biden that contains a fresh round of aid for Ukraine and also funds for Israel and Taiwan, overcoming the objections of many Republicans who opposed spending so much money abroad.

So that’s swell…  Our “representatives” push this crap through in the middle of the night and announce it like they did something great for America.   Nothing about the tens of thousands of homeless on our streets, the importation of hundreds of thousands of vagrants from all over the globe… 

The majority of people in this country are getting CRUSHED by runaway inflation, businesses are closing left and right, and our infrastructure is crumbling, but hey, why not PRINT another 95 BILLION DOLLARS that we don’t have and can’t afford?  And then give it away to other countries…right before “tax season”.   Sounds like a solid plan.  I’m 1000% sure this super genius plan will “save our democracy” and we’ll all live happily ever after. Right?!?!

We are so screwed.  The lunatics are most definitely running the asylum, and there is no end in sight. At this point, any hope of a correction is going to take GENERATIONS, with a lot of hard decisions and agony along the way.

I love my country, or I should say I love the founding principles of my country, but I LOATHE my country’s government.   Parasites and charlatans, the whole lot of ’em!

Food, water, shelter, energy and a means of self defense.   Mental and physical fitness.   These are the things I feel I must focus on, and frankly I think we all should. 

Think about how crazy 2024 has been so far, and we’re only 7 weeks in!  Buckle up friends, we’re in for the ride of our lives this year…

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The End of an Era…

Today was a very sad day at the ol’ J.O.B.  One of my favorite employees of all time,  heck one of my favorite PEOPLE, has resigned and today was his last day.

It’s hitting me right in the feelz..

I’ve been managing buildings and running maintenance crews for over 20 years now.  I’ve had maybe 3 dozen different employees working for me over the years.  Out of that 3 dozen, I’d say 5 were outstanding.   Guys I’d take with me to the ends of the earth.  My guy leaving today is in the Top 3 of that 5.  The kind of employee you wish you could clone, so you could have a dozen just like him.  It’s a big, no, HUGE loss.  In a way, and I could never say this, lest the HR Harpies make my life a living hell, he’s kind of like the son I never had and he’s ready to leave the nest.

I’m 100% behind his decision to leave, and I actually think he’s doing the right thing in doing so.  It’s absolutely the best thing for his family and himself, so I hold no ill will or bitterness toward him.  In fact, I wish him nothing but the best.  It’s only for purely selfish reasons that I wish he weren’t leaving us.  But life is funny that way… those you never want to be without go, and those you wish would go, stay forever…

I’m gonna miss you Mr. Z, but I wish you continued success and a happily ever after!  These last 6 years working with you have been a real pleasure.   You’re one in a million, don’t let your new employer forget that!

I may be a little quiet for a bit while I process all this… but I’ll be back soon.

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RIP: Mojo Nixon

Just learned this morning that Punk-a-billy Pioneer Mojo Nixon has slipped this mortal coil.

If you don’t know Mojo, my condolences.   He really defies explanation.

The first tune of his I ever heard was “Jesus at McDonald’s”… and yes, it’s about as weird as you can possibly imagine.  “Mushroom Maniac” and “Debbie Gibson is Pregnant with my Two-Headed Love Child” are just a few more of his outlandish gems from way back when…  The titles alone should give you some idea of what you’re dealing with here…

Mojo and his musical partner, Skid Roper, put out a series of off-the-wall records back in the early days, and they were just fun and whacky.  No real musical prowess, though they certainly had a sound all their own.

I was lucky enough to see Mojo and Skid once at The Laundry Works in San Jose, must have been ’86/’87 and it was just a good ol’ silly time.  Goofy party music.

I read that he checked out after a blazing live set and closing down the bar.  I would have expected nothing less.

Mojo, you’ll be missed.  You charted your own path and did things your way.  And for that the world is a better and weirder place for which I and many Gen X / punk rock kids are grateful!

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Flashback Friday!  Roaring 90’s Editon

Despite the fact that I was born in the 60’s, fell in love with music in the 70’s only to become wildly obsessed with music in the 80’s, there were a lot of really original, talented bands in the 90’s that I really dug. There was a ton of crap too, don’t get me wrong. Boy Bands, anyone?

We were fortunate to have one of the earlier “alternative” stations in the Bay Area – the Quake, and then Live 105, but these guys below were all getting the love from college radio first. Ahh, the good old, pre-internet, music discovery days!

Today’s flashback is dedicated to the wild, untamed, bands of the 90’s that continued to blaze new trails in Rock & Roll!

The first song I ever heard from 311 and it knocked me out! Saw them live for the first time touring for the follow up album and I’m still a fan!
These guys got a lot of grief in the press, but if you ask me this was a great song from a great album. Their biggest hit was nothing like the rest of the record, and their one “Pop Hit” bought them a lot of undeserved slagging.
Ok, technically this was released in ’89, but the 90’s were all about NIN. This is where it all started.
I was lucky enough to know Primus as just another local band trying to make a name for themselves and saw many a live show before they blew up! Incredible live shows, off the charts musicianship!
Another local band I used to see all the time – sometimes WITH Primus! Pure energy, stellar playing, non stop groove. They should have been huge. The world wasn’t ready…
These guys were really unique. Another cool Bay Area band. The Skin album is very eclectic, but chock full of great songs. Rented my drum kit as backline equipment to them for one of their gigs in Palo Alto back in the day… Got a major label record deal but sadly never really caught on.

Have a great weekend y’all.

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A door closes…

Today is the last day at my music studio, and I’m taking it a little harder than I thought I would.

It was always a dream of mine to have “my own” place to play,  whenever I wanted, as loud as I wanted and for as long as I wanted, and finally I got to make that dream a reality a little over a year ago.  Fourteen months, to be precise.

As a drummer, it’s a lot more difficult to practice, than say for a guitarist or pianist. When I lived in my childhood home, I got pushed out of my bedroom into the garage because it was just too loud for my mom to deal with. But even in the garage – and I’m talking old-school garage, no insulation, no drywall, nothing – I could only go about half an hour before Mom had had enough… Plus you’d freeze in the winter and have a heat stroke in the summer. Not a great situation. When I played in bands through my teens and 20’s, I was always at somebody else’s house or an hourly rental rehearsal space, where you spent half your (paid for) time setting up and tearing down your gear. Then we finally got a house, but also had a baby. Then we had to move into an upstairs apartment, the drums went into storage, and were unfortunately stolen shortly thereafter. So, it’s been a tough run as a drummer.

But as it turned out, the dream was better than the reality. Sort of. I mean, yes, I got to keep my gear in one place, completely set up so I could just walk in and be playing in less than 60 seconds. THAT was awesome! And if it was 6am or 10pm, it didn’t matter. Having no one to complain is a gift that you cannot understand if you’ve not had the cops pounding down your door cuz the neighbors complained.

ALL the toys!

Don’t get me wrong, I had some good times there, but there was a little aggravation too. There were 40-50 studio spots in the building, the insulation was poor at best, so when 3 or 4 bands would be crankin’ it out simultaneously, the cacaphony would drive me nuts. For a while there was a Tejano group across the hall, with non-stop AMPLIFIED accordian playing. I hated the accordian BEFORE then, now the sound of it completely puts me on edge. A bunch of times the heat or A/C wasn’t working, there would be NO parking for blocks around (and it’s not the kind of neighborhood you wanna walk half a dozen blocks in the middle of the night, if you catch my drift), then the roof started leaking…though thankfully none of my gear got soaked.

But honestly, the worst part of the whole thing is I simply couldn’t find other musicians to join in the fun. I had a writing partner when I first got the space, but his other project took off, he went on tour for 6 months or so, and I spent the last 8 months trying to recruit other players, to no avail. I don’t care what anyone says, finding like-minded musicians to play with in middle age is 110% harder than when you’re a teen or young adult just starting out. Everyone has “real” jobs, spouses, kids, responsibilities… and the middle-aged folks that don’t have that? They’re worse! You find out very quickly why they don’t have any adult stuff in their life…

Bought a sweet bass rig to make life easy…too bad I never found a bassist!
It’s no Marshall, but boy can she sing!

Now, I LOVE playing the drums – as part of an ensemble. Playing drums with no other musicians gets stale and boring after a while. (I’ve always HATED drum solos!) Boredom led to a lack of motivation. Lack of motivation got me making excuses to not go as my savings account burned to the ground paying for a space I was barely using.

And here we are…

On the bright side, I got my MOJO back as a drummer. I’m not at 100% of where I was when I was say, early 20’s, but I was playing about 20-30 hours a week back then, and had essentially no other real responsibilities so my skill level was off the charts. But I do feel like a real drummer again, and that has been good for the soul. I was also able to do a lot of experimenting with different set ups of my kit, which is something I’d never do when I’m paying by the hour for a rehearsal spot. And it’s not like I’m gonna stop playing altogether, I’ll just be going back to my alternate methods for a while. I got my first snare drum at 7 years old. Now I’m 55, and while there have certainly been ebbs and flows over the years, I’ve never stopped playing. I see no reason to stop now. It’s part of my DNA I suppose…

Back to Basics

I still have “The Dream” of my own space. I just know now that this wasn’t the right place for me at this time. I’m grateful I took the leap, I’m grateful for the lessons learned and I’m grateful for this not becoming yet another “I wish I would have…” event in my life. Yes, it’s been a very expensive lesson, but I consider it worthwhile. You don’t know what you don’t know, right? Now I know.

So now I’ll be retreating to the spare bedroom, and setting up shop in there to see what, if any, new things I can learn with all the gear I’ve acquired over the last couple years. I’ve got electric drum stuff, samplers and keyboards, guitars and basses that have not been getting much love. Now the amps and the PA and the giant acoustic drum kit are stuffed back into a storage unit (NOT the same place that was burglarized all those years ago!) and it’s time to move on outside of my comfort zone to see what kind of magic I can pull outta my hat! Honestly, even after all these years, I’m intimidated by electronics – back in the 80’s when all that stuff was new and thrilling I tried my hand at programming sequencers and drum machines and…well, let’s just say there is a reason why drums, good old fashioned acoustic drums, are still my main instrument! Hopefully, like with computers, the machines are more intuitive and user friendly than when they were new, cutting edge technology. We shall see. Either I figure it all out and make some cool new music, or I’m gonna have one hell of a yard sale!!

A kit like this ain’t for everyone, but I do love having that many different voices to choose from!
That’s all she wrote…
One last walk…

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Monday Memes…cuz why not?!?!

Exceptionally busy at the moment and I feel like my brain is just grinding gears right now…

If I could form a coherent thought I might write something, but things are a bit too scrambled…

That being said, here are some memes to give you a little insight into a tiny fraction of what’s cookin’ in the ol’ brain stew. Just the part I can share publicly, of course.

Enjoy your days. Heck, your nights too! I’ll be back soon.

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Sick of Being Sick!!

Here we go again, ANOTHER bout of illness that I simply cannot seem to shake.

I’ve been ill more in the last 2 years than in the previous decade, easily. Maybe even longer.

I haven’t seen (or even have!) a “primary care” doc for I don’t know how long. I’ve got insurance, that isn’t the issue. I just haven’t needed one for so long that I didn’t bother jumping through all the necessary hoops to find a new doc when my insurance changed 6 years ago.

I started this current job in February ’18 and I believe I got sick once between then and 2020 with some stomach issue that kept me down for a day or two.

Then “the Plague” happened in early 2020, and I held out on the jab as I didn’t trust it. As I’ve mentioned before, my job is “Healthcare Adjacent” and I was in and around several waves of C-19 throughout the year and well into 2021.

Finally, on July 22, 2021 I succumbed to the pressure and got the jab in the face of certain employment termination. Company policy, don’tcha know!?!

Then, after two YEARS of being neck-deep in Plague infested facilities, I got C-19 myself in January ’22. Weird, right?

I’ve never been so sick in my life, I seriously thought it was the end for me. At that point I’d been struck with suspicion. How was it even possible that I worked for 2 years around all these sick folks as we ramped up precautions and EVERYONE was masked and gloved and distanced and the entire world was turned on its head to “stop the spread” and NEVER got sick? But then less than 6 months AFTER INOCULATION I get the WORST sickness of my entire life?!?!

Fast forward two years, I have now had 3 confirmed cases of the Plague, I’ve had two really terrible bouts of flu, and I’m currently on day 7 of some new illness that just whooped me, and badly. It still isn’t over. I’m back to work but suffering a serious “brain fog”.

I was so bad this time I went to an Urgent Care clinic, only to discover (not having been to a doctor for ages) that my blood pressure is dangerously high, I put on considerably more weight than I realized (figured I needed to drop about 20-25#, but in reality it’s closer to 50!) AND I’ve got a nice start on arthritis in my left shoulder. Yay.

Keep in mind I had NONE of these ailments the last time I’d had a check up. I was in great health. Before the jab I was at the gym 4-5 days a week, eating (relatively) healthy, and the future was looking pretty rosy.

So I decided, maybe it’s time to relent and go see a western med doc, get myself a new primary care physician. Maybe have my heart checked out, get some bloodwork done, you know, actual Boring Old Man stuff… After a grueling time on the phone getting passed from one operator to the next, to the next, I finally got passed to the right person. I told her, no preference on docs, just please give me the FIRST AVAILABLE appointment for a new patient, and a couple minutes later I had it set… for JULY 31st!!!

Yeah, you read that correctly. July thirty-first. Six and a half months from now until the first available appointment for a new patient.

WTAF?!?!

So for now it’s back to the Chinese Medicine doc I’ve been seeing the last couple years in hopes she’s got some potion that will help lower the BP, or at least hold it steady while I shed some pounds, change up the diet and attempt to avoid any further crud getting in my system.

A lot of people were saying ’24 is going to be a doozy, and now I’m starting to agree… Lifestyle changes are generally not fun even when it is necessary to continue life.

If I could go back to July ’21, I’d let ’em fire me… I think in the long run I’d have been better off. Should have trusted my gut.

This and 24hrs were enough to conquer ANYTHING!

Thanks for stopping by my personal dark cloud today… Beware the snake oil salesmen. Stay safe out there!

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