'Tis the season

For those of you who celebrate Christmas, I wish you a happy one. For those of you who celebrate other faiths' rituals, I wish you a happy one. For those of you who celebrate life, I wish you a happy one.

Its a small world, lets share.

Peace

Stereo Bang Bang...In Production

Duly noted that on the 25th of November 2009, Stereo Bang Bang is officially in production. Today the final approval was given to the artwork - following two minor corrections to the design - and the Master Disk is in the hands of DMA in Vancouver. It's all over now but the cryin'...delivery of the Cds is scheduled for the week of December 14. It has been a long and winding road...and, on the good news front, the Sara Merreiros Trio will be our special guests at our Cd Release Concert on Saturday, January 30 at Alix Goolden Hall in Victoria. We are so pleased that Sara can join us...along with her guitar player, Too Tall Ken Hall and Dan Weisenberger on mandolin. And the band played on...

Woodshedding

Gettin' our groove on...Andrew has come up with a couple of great melodious new tunes. One of them Mike Reg has developed a lyrical approach to - tentatively titled "Suicide Wings" - and it is sounding great. The other one is also a terrific groove and we are playing with some lyrics that Rob wrote for a song titled "Mi Casa es su Casa" to massage the lyric and cadence to align with Andrew's musical vision...it is all in motion, works in progress...the woodshedding. We have this little woodshed in Reg's basement studio where songs and musical ideas are introduced and tested, where the tires are kicked, where the need for practise is identified, where improvements to technique are supported and encouraged...it is a pretty cool woodshed. The digital artwork files for Stereo Bang Bang are coming from DMA later today; we will proof, approve and then DMA will provide a hard copy for proofing by our mad design genius, Andrew, before going to print. We are expecting the Master Disk from Spencer imminently and, following a listening preview, it will go to DMA for pressing. And our merch order is well in hand with Brian McShane at Polar Promotions in Yellowknife - T-shirts and hats with the new Children of Celebrities logo, courtesy of our mad design genius. And if y'all want to check out something really cool...www.sonicbids.com/childrenofcelebrities ...is definitely worth a looksee!

Getting our groove on

Last practise we sat around and tried a few new musical ideas that Andrew had been working on. There's something about listening to a fragment, a lick, a riff, over and over at first, then jumping on. It reminds me of the merri-go-round at the park when I was a kid. Jumping on a moving merri-go-round was enormous fun if you could time it right so you didn't eat merri-go-round for snack time.
When its a good groove, there's something that draws you in. You realise your feet don't really belong to you because they are taken over by the beat. Your head nods, you chair dance while your brain races through your closet of musical ideas looking for something cool to wear.
Then there's the other guys to consider, what they bring, where they  take the melody. You try at least not to clash, but mostly you want to impress; its a lot of give and take until finally we are all hip to the same groove.
Once we have it, we have it, and we all think its cool. For a brief moment, we indulge ourselves and stare in the mirror at our faded 15 year old rock star wannabes and dream.
I mean really, how much can a band jet cost, anyway?

Coming home...

So, its been just under a week that I have been back from Asia, and my body still hasn't picked up the clue. My body clock is coming around but I am somewhere over the Aleutian islands now. I expect my body will arrive later this week, with all its requisite baggage I am sure. In the meantime, I am finding new ways to entertain myself while the rest of the world sleeps.
For example, I now know three different words for spider in Japanese. I can whistle the theme from Hawaii Five -Oh while juggling lemons and I have found you can buy used tires for ridiculously low prices on the net, if only you are willing to pay about a half million dollars for shipping. Insomnia is not my friend.
So what about actually practising bass? Seems like a good idea, but not really. If you find yourself wandering around in a stupor, its usually a bad time for things like operating heavy equipment and practising bass. And the neighbours get a little cranky at 3AM as well.
So I will continue to wait for the rest of me to show up, I am looking forward to being reunited with my old friend Sleep.
Don't wait up.

The Waiting is the Hardest Part - Stereo Bang Bang

And so we wait...Spencer had cut three versions of the Master disk. Each disk has a slightly difference bass mix. The disks are on there way to us and we will have to listen to each one and choose the mix we prefer...we want the full, rich sound of the band and the live-from-the-floor feel but we want the bass, the bottom end to fill it out to our liking. Hopefully, this will do it...the artwork files are with DMA and the proof should be couriered back for Andrew's sign off in the day ahead. If all goes well, we'll have the artwork proofed and on to the printer and the disk in the queue for pressing by the end of the coming week. In the meantime, the Children have returned to the woodshed, to get back to some playing, some practising and working up some new song ideas...

home again...

After a quick sojourn to Seoul, South Korea, I am back in Canada, back in Victoria and back, tonight at chez Mike, picking up the bass after 17 days away. Its weird, yesterday I was in Seoul, today I am getting behind the band. I am glad to be back, it was good to connect with the guys at practise. It seems a bit odd that the world has shrunk so much that I can be half way around the globe in a day, Yesterday was sheer adventure, tonight it was the familiar that was exciting, I really dig this band.

This is the end...my only friend, the end - Stereo Bang Bang

Reg, Andrew and Mike hit the studio again last night. We got the master disk on Friday and the collective ear heard a few minor things to tweak...so last night was the final tweaking session. This really is the end...Stereo Bang Bang is a wrap. This final, final mix goes back to Spencer today and we're movin' on...the finishing steps require a combination of patience to counter the urge to keep on, keep on...there does come a point where exhaustion, frustration and other priorities set in and you have to call it. It is not that difficult to see how thousands and thousands of dollars get spent in a recording studio...

5 nights in bangkok and the world's your oyster...

Its 40 degrees, sunny, steamy, and the street markets are filled with flower and fruit offerings for the buddhas, fruits and veg that look like food from another planet, tuk, tuk drivers that will take you for a ride both literally and figuratively, and people so friendly its a shame I can't talk to them in their own tongue. I am a giant here, its easy to spot me as I tower above the locals so I will never be lost for long.
The sights here range from the sacred to the profane, from the glory of the palace of the King to the Pat Pong market, Bangkok has it all. I  can't write much more today as I am jammed in a small internet cafe with mosquitoes buzzing me like kamakaze bombers so  I will write more when I return in a couple of days.
What a trip. Its a really big world...
looking forward to seeing the guys again...

The Short Strokes - Stereo Bang Bang

Last night Andrew was slaving over the details, details of the Cd design...it is painstaking work for a graphics designer. They inhabit a reality of their own, their own concepts, their own language...but it looks like he's done! The final track listing has been added and a few other tweaks here and corrections there...the artwork files will be sent to DMA today and they will begin the setup for printing. Spencer is still working on the Master disk in Vancouver...we should have it in the next 2-3 days. The COCs are playing tonight at a favourite local haunt ~ The Spiral Cafe ~ we are filling in for a performer who had to cancel at the last minute. Mike Reg will play bass in Kevin's absence while Kevin "This One's for the Buick" Paetz continues his southeast Asian journey in Bangkok! All the guys in the band are really excited about receiving their presents from Kevin when he arrives home in a few days!!! Anyway, after dealing with the mix down, the graphics design, the admin and paperwork associated with the final stage of the recording...it will be good to hang out tonight and get back to playing and performing some songs. We're down to the short strokes...on the Cd.

Hanoi farewell

All things must pass. As we near the end of our visit to Vietnam these are some of the things I will miss...excersizing with thousands of Hanoians each sunrise at Huan Kiem Lake, custard apples, a knobby pale green apple that tastes like vanilla custard, the tart taste of warm passion fruit, the early morning  public service announcements of the 'party' that blare through the streets, the music of the dan bao, singing harmony in vietnamese in the karaoke bar, the villagers who, despite often desperate conditions,  laugh and smile broadly given the flimsiest provocation, the little kids practising their english with us, air filled with incense, burning temple money, motorcycle traffic that rivals the tour de france, cafe sau da, a deep, rich coffee sweetened with condensed milk best enjoyed at the 'secret' cafe, hanoi taxi drivers who have proved the expanding theory of the universe as each cab ride to the same destination becomes longer and consequently more expensive, the scent of flowers in the air in the evening, the joyous chaos of the farmers market, chillis so hot they make you rethink the value of tastebuds, the eeriness of the unlit streets late at night, the eel and fish mongers at sunrise, baguette sellers offering bread as light and warm as your first kiss, the old ladies haunched on the sidewalk tending to their cooking pots, (its amazing how cheaply you can get pig intestines here) the sound of the paddle piercing the south China Sea as we kayaked at dusk, and the people, mostly the people, like Diep and Hai and Hien and Mr T and so many others who, simply by their warmth and manner, give you a reason to find your way back.
Vietnam, she is beautiful, frustrating, unexpected, intense, she can stir your heart and kick you in the head, often at the same time. She can be demanding, she is sweet, and she is changing fast.
I hope we will still recognise each other when I come back.

Country and Eastern

TWANG

The rains didn't come

Just this blistering sun

Paddy fields are dry

You can hear the farmer cry

Is there any pain worse

Is it the Gods bringin' a curse

I'm staring at hollow eyes

I'm starin' at simple lives

The earth sweats from the heat

There ain't much to eat

Each day ticks like a clock

Each step heavy like a rock

"we have both kinds of music... country and western"

That's the famous line from the Blues Brothers movie when the boys pull up to the roadhouse and steal a gig. As we are travelling through the countryside in Vietnam, I started to think about the difference between city life and countrylife and began to wonder,

is there country and eastern music?

Apparently there is. But from what I can make out of the language, no dogs die, no train whistles blow in a lonely night, the wife doesn't leave you  and you aren't broke. You are likely to find that your fishing net breaks, the water buffalo gets sick, the rice crop has a drought and you have lost your inner harmony.
Go figure...

Heading out to the countryside today. If I come across a roadside karaoke bar I will stop in and have a tea for the boys...

Final Mix Down ~ Stereo Bang Bang

And so it goes...the final mix down of Stereo Bang Bang is underway. Long hours in the studio, attention to detail. Spencer arrived from Vancouver on Friday the process began ~ listening carefully to each track, segment by segment...adjusting the levels, addressing the placement of the vocals in the mix, treating the "sound" to get it where we want it, bouncing the completed mix to Wave files...then more mixing, EQ to come. Lots of fixes made - those annoying pops and hisses edited out of the mix - with the benefit of a fresh ear on the tracks. Mike added his train whistle to "Let the Train Blow the Whistle" and Reg is finishing up his fiddle solo on "It's A Beautiful Thing"...and so it goes...today is another day of listening, adjusting, listening, fixing, listening...

Raymer and Egan and the South China Sea

Just got back from two days of sailing on a Vietnamese Junk through Ha Long Bay in the South China Sea. Couldn't help but think of the two other guys in the band,  Raymer and  Egan, who have also been here and have seen what I am seeing. Its hard to put into words really, sitting in a Kayak in Ha Long bay paddling among the limestone formations as a giant orange ball descends through the haze to bring on a twilight that calms and stirs the heart simultaneously.
At the time, Mike and Rob were younger men, impetuous surely, full of crap probably, and I bet hardly a nerve was ever frayed. Its a little different for me. While I am seeing this world through rose coloured  bifocals, its clear to me that I am older now, I am stranger in a strange land, and at times it makes me feel  fragile.
We passed an accident on the way back from Ha Long Bay. A motorcyclist was killed in what looked like either a head on or a T-bone accident. Passing motorists slowed to drop money by the body, a sign of  sympathy and solidarity with the family, perhaps. The whole village seemed to wear the same shocked face. They lined the side of the road while police tried to keep traffic moving and sort out what happened. Reality check. This is why I am here. Life fleets.
I am going to the temple early tomorrow morning to burn some incense for him and his family. And to be grateful for the fact that my heart can still break for someone I don't know.

the Hanoi jam sessions

As I walked along Hang Gai street weaving in and around t-shirt hawkers, fruit sellers, guys hanging out in front of their stores having tea,  trying to avoid getting hit by traffic I came across a music store. I think the owner's name is Hom, but I was too embarassed to ask him to pronounce it again. Neither of us spoke very much of the other's language. After enough awkward pronunciation and a mime act that would have gotten me thrown out of any self respecting busking festival, I made him understand I wanted to jam. He has everything in this shop, if it has a string on it, he's got it : exotic traditional instruments, drums, bells, shakers, bamboo flutes, instruments that I had no idea how to sound.
I asked him to play the dan bao, a single stringed instrument that, when skilfully played, can carry a melody as gracefully as the Vietnamese market women carry their yokes packed with fruit. The sound of one lonely string seemed to block out the din from the street; it was a heavy, almost sad sound, but sweet and graceful as well. I picked up a terrible guitar, completely off tune and tried to find some way to accompany him fearing I would miss the moment. A few chords later, we actually had cobbled together a melody, a phrase, incomplete, but satisfying nonetheless. I knew momentarily where he was going and he was gracious enough to take me along for the ride. We stared at each other as the last notes rang. He gave me a little nod, which I returned, respectfully.
Cool, I thought...
He gave me a case to go with the dan bao, and  a book to explain how to play it. Now all I have to do is learn Vietnamese...

Charlie Don't Surf

With our bass player lost in the giddy confusion and chaos of Hanoi...his thoughts bring back those memories from many years ago when two of the future Children (at that time, members of a previous incarnation known as Seven Peckered Muskox) set out on a bike trip from Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) heading south around the Mekong delta...many great adventures ensued...run-ins with the authorities, long, hot days of biking, hookers aplenty, friendly and curious people, extraordinary trips by boat on the waterways of the delta...and now, while Kevin explores North Vitenam...we are into the home stretch with the recording. In the studio again last night...Reg tweaking the mix, testing a few things, making adjustments, adding a part here and there. Spencer arrives today for the intensive weekend of mix down and mastering the new Cd...Stereo Bang Bang is close to arrival!

so in the midst of creation of the cd, I made this little trip to Hanoi...

I know the guys back home are busy at the finishing touches on the CD, getting it ready for launch and making sure its all we can make it to be. And I take off for Hanoi. I did feel bad about leaving them for a while, but then I thought that's just ego speaking. So I decided to go to Hanoi and tap some of that tropical mystery.
Hanoi is a strange and wonderful place, its not all pretty and not all ugly, it has an allure that is beyond the physical. Its like meeting that girl in junior high that makes your whole body vibrate but you don't know exactly why. She not the prom queen or the sex kitten but my god she turns your particular crank in a way that you have never experienced before. You don't know quite what to say but you know you have to try.

Caught a jazz act in Minh's jazz club tonight. All Vietnamese jazz players, and they have great chops. It makes perfect sense though. Look at the way they live. To the naked eye it looks like confusion on the streets but there is order, just not the kind we are used to. They freestyle on the roads and on the sidewalks, there are lanes, kind of, but not every one feels compelled to follow the crowd so you get freestylers everywhere. While I like to play jazz, they live jazz, every day.
Thus day one comes to rest. Amd I am stoked, can't wait to meet her again tomorrow. We are meeting right after breakfast...

Day gigs and the making of Stereo Bang Bang

The CD`s coming down to the wire...I feel like I haven`t seen the boys in quite awhile. Production keeps humming, everyone has so much going on, getting to the end of production will be sweet but also a bit sad.  The recording sessions have been not so much a respite from the day gig  but a point where I can focus all the stuff that never gets said  and just let it roll. The songs seem to act like an emotional washboard for me. And man I seem to have a stack of dirty laundry lately.

Sunday in the Studio

Sunday was guitar day in the studio. Andrew not sure if likes the sound of his guitar on The Road to Hollywood...it's an ear thing. Something he is hearing not fully satisfying...Reg and I assured him that his guitar part sounds good to us. Continued working on the train wreck that is Tango 'til They're Sore...it sounds like we are all slightly, ever so slightly out of sync. No finger pointing here...if there was a pointing finger it would be pointing at all of us. Rob recorded his guitar on 36 Days in December...to eliminate the clicking which, it turns out, was the sound of his fingernails on his strumming hand clipping the pick guard...re-adjusted the hand position and it sounds better. We also played around with a reverse strum effect on the stop in "What Will It Mean When You're Gone?"...we like what we're hearing with the audition of this effect. This is known as being down to the short strokes...the broad contours of most of the songs are now done...Andrew is finished his guitar parts, Rob is finished his guitar parts...we have some mando to lay down from Wayne and some bass re-do's from Kevin yet to complete...slowly but surely...

Back in the studio tomorrow

So your kings of the enviro-cowboy-lounge music genre are back at it tomorrow. In the studio reworking tracks, we have ongoing inspirations we keep trying to capture in ones and zeroes; I know we'll nail it so we have something that will represent the lyrics well and keep you hitting the replay button. Wish us luck...

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BONNAROO!

“How you boys doin’tonight? Where y’all from?” “They’re from Canada.” “Y’all goin’ to Bonnaroo?” A genuinely warm and friendly greeting from the folks at the Downtown Motor Inn in Dalton, Georgia…our overnight pit stop en route from Atlanta to Manchester, Tennessee. A serviceable pit stop, notable for the “Shake and Steak” where we managed to get some late night chow and southern hospitality before collapsing into bed after a long day and night of travel…the magic wand of air travel! It still amazes…

We drove on up to Manchester, Tennessee the following morning…through the southern heat and the green, lush, rolling hills of southern Tennessee. The highway conjured up legendary names such as Memphis – “long distance information give me Memphis, Tennessee”, Nashville – “Nashville Pussy”, one of the great band names although not one of the great bands, Chattanooga - “when you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar, then you know that Tennessee is not very far”, to name but a few. It took us a few hours to fetch our cheese, box of red wine, beer, bread, bungie cords, camp stove fuel…all the essentials of modern life required to survive in the sprawling fields of tents and RVs on a 700 acre Tennesee farm that is home to Bonnaroo. And then a few more hours and a grrreat burrito from Taqueria El Cruzero as we inched our way to the site and negotiate our path into a field close to the main gate and a row of the essential portapotties. The living was cramped…cars, tents and RVs scattered as far as you could see. “Y’all been to Bonnaroo before? No? Well, you’re gonna have an adventure.”

Thursday evening was spent orienting ourselves to the site, the location of the multiple stages, the refreshment options and checkin’ out the music. First up was Janelle Monae – an energetic spirit from Atlanta sometimes compared to Prince, followed by an up-and-coming rock band, Portugal. The Man, the hip hop duo – People Under The Stairs – driving the Obama-nation audience into a late night frenzy, then the great reggae band, Midnite, who closed out the night at 1:30AM. Meanwhile, a hurricane like storm pounded the site with torrential rain and driving wind for several hours while the music played. We slopped back through the mud to our tent only to find it completely flooded…sleeping bags, pillows, thermarests…water, water everywhere. We had no alternative but to climb into the trusty rental car – a PT Cruiser – tilt the seats back and doze as best we could for three or four hours until sunrise…we thought of our friend and musical comrade-in-arms, Jeremy, and mused on how much he would have enjoyed this experience…fortunately, this was the last of the rain and our gear was pretty much dried out by the following afternoon.

Early on Friday we noticed that some of the Safety Staff (that’s what they call “Security” at Bonnaroo) were smoking pot…this was an auspicious sign and pretty much set the tone for the vibe at the Festival. All in all, a pretty laid back scene when you consider there were about 80,000 people milling about. We swooped into the Whole Foods Market – the coconut and mango popsicles were a steal for a buck – and fueled up on some of the great local brewskies from the local micro-breweries ($6 a pop). The musical day started with a great set from Tift Merritt, a young, Georgia-based singer songwriter and her band, then a serving of classic reggae from The Itals on the What Stage before departing for The Other Tent to catch Vieux Farka Toure from Niafunke, Mali, followed by Bela Fleck (arguably the world’s greatest banjo player) & Toumani Diabate (without question the world’s greatest kora player) – we had a chance to chat with Vieux and Toumani briefly after their shows. We then took a sustenance break for wine, cheese and bread – passing on King Sunny Ade & the African Beats but knowing we would see the band in Victoria later in June– and then returned to The Other Tent to catch the wondrous Amadou & Mariam from Mali, who absolutely rocked the joint. We then wandered the site in the heat of the southern night catching the end of the Beastie Boys set, part of David Byrne’s show, a quick stop at the Troo Music Lounge for Victoria’s Jets Overhead and Justin Townes Earle (yup, Steve Earle’s son) before moving onto to Femi Kuti & the Positive Force from Nigeria at midnight. Femi was spectacular and powered thru a great set (A five piece horn section! Three bootylicious dancers!) until 1:30AM…when exhaustion, fatigue and hunger took hold. Soon after we collapsed into our thankfully dry tent, serenaded by the sounds of Public Enemy emanating from a nearby stage.

Bonnaroo, like life itself, is all about making choices. There is simply so much going on all the time that you have to accept that you cannot do it all, see it all, taste it all, eat it all…seeing one performance means that you are missing four or five concurrent stellar performances. Fortunately, our media accreditation mitigated our frustration at having to make choices as we had front row access to almost all of the performances. And this same access provided for some welcome respite from being on our feet constantly – standing at show after show is physically demanding! Especially given our age cohort – the backstage media tent provided an oasis in which to relax and watch the rockin’ scene roll by.

Saturday commenced with the best $7.00 shower one could hope for – even though the hot water was not universal. But it was great to feel clean and fresh if only for a few minutes before the sticky, southern heat squeezed the perspiration out of your body yet again…and then we coffee’d up and were off…a killer noon hour show by Alejandro Escovedo and his great band, a solid reggae set from the Wailing Souls, a new discovery of “punk flamenco” from the two guitars played by Rodrigo y Gabriela, then a two-hour stunner from Wilco and, finally, the three-hour tour de force from a something-to-prove Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band before 70,000 people, lasting well past midnight. We had the great thrill of being within touching and smelling distance of the Boss on a couple of occasions including his commandeering of a request sign for “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” from the guys standing right next to us! Now…this song, a staple of Springsteen’s sets over the years, was last heard by yours truly on December 21, 1975 at the Seneca College Field House in Toronto with about 1,800 in attendance…listening to this 70,000 strong-singalong of “Santa” on a hot, Tennessee night was a special moment. If you ever doubted that Santa Claus was comin’ to town, this rendition removed any question as to his annual visitation …and then we were off to Nine Inch Nails, whose set kicked off at 1AM. But alas, once again, exhaustion, exhilaration and hunger took hold…and we could not muster the energy to sally forth into the crowd of 40,000 or so who were digging Trent Reznor and crew on their farewell tour…the path blazed by the hard rocking Nine Inch Nails is, indeed, coming to an end.

Sunday morning comin’ down…the music had barely stopped when it was about to start again. They say that if you’re sleeping at Bonnaroo it simply means you’re not seeing and hearing enough music…we started our day with the bluegrass, country-ish sounds of The Lovell Sisters, then moved on to catch part of sets by Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Todd Snider, Elvis Perkins and the enigmatic and wondrous Erykah Badu. We then re-fueled…more coconut and mango popsicles, beer, New Orleans style bourbon chicken and jambalaya…before catching a superb show from Merle Haggard late Sunday afternoon. The evening wrapped with a short stop at Band of Horses and a few songs from Neko Case – “Deep Red Bells” was our swan song…and then we were on our way, navigating the crowds and cars, making our escape from the site and heading back down the Interstate to the shelter, shower and sheets of the Downtown Motor Inn in Dalton. Where we polished off the box of red, red wine…

There were more than a few heartbreaks at Bonnaroo…the shows we missed, the choices made… which meant missing some wonderful performances. Among the heartbreaks…the Tony Rice Unit, Al Green, TV on the Radio, Animal Collective, The Mars Volta, Okkervil River, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Public Enemy (heard but not seen), Andrew Bird, Booker T and DBTs (“Green Onions” heard from a distance), Allen Toussaint, Elvis Costello, Jenny Lewis, Lucinda Williams, The Decembrists, Robyn Hitchcock and the Venus 3, Galactic, MGMT, Phish (jamming with Springsteen on Sunday night after we had hit the road), Santigold, Bon Iver, Gomez, Govt Mule, St. Vincent, among others…it’s depressing rattling off the artists and performances missed! And a camera missing in action…What’s a poor boy to do?

Beware - Bonneroo is not a place for whiners and complainers. Unless you’re camped out in the luxury of an enviro-killing RV…lineups for the $7.00 shower, lineups for the portapotties, lineups for food, lots and lots of people, wind and rain, sun and heat, standing, sitting…but there are those little gems as well…the ferris wheel at night, the misting tent, the air-conditioned media tent, watching VH1 interview Chuck D and Flava Flav from Public Enemy, the Silent Disco…and the gathering of the tribe(s) as audiences and performers engaged in the ritual of live music fueled by drugs, alcohol, the elements and the mysterious ties that bind musical tribes the world over… “The midnight gang’s assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night”…

Bonneroo! And folks would say to us, “isn’t this incredible…this amazing festival out here in the middle of nowhere?” And we would smile and chuckle knowingly, remembering Festival au Desert in 2008 and ask, “say, have you ever heard of Timbuktu?”

Author: Rankin' Rob

Co-facilitator: Skankin' Sierd

Stereo Bang Bang getting closer to completion

Mike's continuing to work in his mad scientist sound lab to put the finishing touches on stereo bang bang. Looks like we are into the finishing work, everyone has a little bit of rework this week. And of course Mike has the magic ears and chops to put it all into tracks that sound worthy of the enviro-cowboy-lounge music genre. So far, so good...
stay tuned for details on the CD release concert

Come fly with us...or at least follow us

I moved the follow bar to the top left where its easier to access it. Want to join us in our quest? Hit the follow bar. I am sure there's one more seat in the band jet waiting or you.

10/10 @ 10AM Moss Street Set List

Retro Help
Saint Michael
Ruby Red Lips
The Road to Hollywood
It's a Beautiful Thing
Downtown
It Must Have Been the Birds/Tamlyn
I Was Crazy I Was
36 Days in December
Old Lips
El Choclo
Dead Man's Shoes
Tango 'til They're Sore
It Ain't Workin
Our Little Town
California Plates
Rain Dogs
Cool Tumbleweed
Empty Boxes
Disco Ball
No Time to Cry
Waitin' for Tomorrow
What Will It Mean When You're Gone?
Let the Train Blow the Whistle
Chocolate Jesus

look ma, the cavalry is coming over the hill... or, how to post a comment

for those of you who have been trying to post comments and have been frustrated by the technology, try the following hints I found on the web:

"Anyone can leave a comment, they do not have to have a profile.
Complete the comment box as normal and get them to select an option from the COMMENT AS drop down box...for example they can use 'anonymous' or they can just add their own name using the name/URL option. Just enter their name, forget about the URL, and post the comment. They will be asked to enter a randomly generated word before the post is confirmed. Sometimes you have to do this a couple of times before it accepts the comment."

Thanks to the great and powerful blogging fairy for the advice. Lets hope this solves it.

check out this clip of "chocolate jesus" with the balkan babes

good gig

youtube links

I found a couple of clips on youtube and added them. The mariachi music has nothing to do with us, I just thought Raymer would like it. I mean, who doesn't dig mariachi music?

the network is experiencing technical difficulties...please stand by

OK, so some of you are having problems leaving comments on the blog. I checked the permissions and anyone should be able to sign on and leave a comment so that's not the issue. I will continue to frig with it until its right.
I will eventually get it right with enough practise, kind of like my bass playing.

today`s gig...the Moss St. market

Could you ask for anything better...a chill in the air, fresh coffee, the scent of autumn harvest everywhere and a Moss St market crowd. I don`t know what it was about the gig today, everything just seemed right. Maybe the crowd was in a mood, maybe we were, but it just seemed to happen and it was just like jumping into a pile of freshly raked leaves. I wanted to keep going. Maybe its best that`s the last gig of the season there for us, it was a nice way to end.
Come on spring...

Monsters of Folk

Cd of the Week ~ Monsters of Folk. A super group - Jim James from My Morning Jacket, Conor Oberst and Mike Mogis from Bright Eyes and M. Ward - and a super record. A couple of folks have said to me, "you know, this Cd reminds me a little bit of the Children"...check it out. You could probably sample some songs on iTunes. Tweaking on Stereo Bang Bang continues...the song-by-song scrutiny resulted in a series of fixes and additions that we are chipping away at. With six busy guys and six busy schedules...it is always a art form to pull in together for sessions. The reconstruction of the new website is well underway...and will be unveiled sooner...stay tuned.

"The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night..."

I see that Springsteen and the E-Streeters are closing out the Meadowlands in style...playing Born to Run, Born in the USA and The River in their entirety on various nights of the Meadowlands last stand...what has that got to do with Stereo Bang Bang? Let me think about that...so here we sit on the West Coast, six guys in their prime, six guys trying to stay in time...recording a Cd. Fiercely independent and unmanageable...but an interesting glimpse into the creative process. The band held a listening session on Sunday, as previously noted...criticism, self-criticism. I always wonder how awful films get made...I mean, didn't anyone notice this in cutting room? Did they not have the money or the footage to fix it? Same thing holds with the recording process...are we being objective? Are the songs any good? Is the playing good enough? Is the singing...singing? There's a lot of second guessing that goes on...but, one thing is for certain, we are makin' it up, whatever it is. The songs, the arrangements, the vibe, the sound...it is truly original although derivative. But then life is derivative. This is our own private Jungleland.

cd listening party

So we sat around this afternoon trying to fix the order of the songs for the new CD. Its like trying to decide which one of your kids should go first. Not easy.
We are pretty pleased with some of the tracks, "I was Crazy I was" is awesome, can't wait to let that one out of the can. "Road to Hollywood" sounds great, nice work from the Balkan Babes who add new colours to the palette. Other tracks still need work, at times it seems these songs have their own birthing process, some are easy and some struggle to be born.
So we continue to play the midwife, and expectant parent, looking forward to the happy, healthy pitter patter of little beats...

late recording session tonight

Just finished the bass tracks on six songs tonight...its going to be a cool cd...just heard the Balkan Babes as well on some of the tracks, sweet stuff.
Looking forward to the CD release party, hopefully at the end of November...stay tuned...

Stereo Bang Bang - a Metaphor for Life Itself

Nothing mixed...Stereo Bang Bang...a Cd title that sings, a title that it operatic in scope. What does it mean, some will say...explore your inner Child, engage in self-examination, indulge in a little introspection...and, then, suddenly you will look to the skies and see the words Stereo Bang Bang shaped by the clouds as they drift above you.

Stereo Bang Bang...the feature film, coffee table book, blog, website...a multimedia exposition of a band in motion, recording a new Cd...a follow-up to Middle Age Wasteland and We're Not Bitter. Will this be the Cd that launches the band to international superstardom? Will this be the Cd that finally produces sufficient revenue to buy a hydrogen-fueled, environmentally friendly band jet?

Stereo Bang Bang...I've heard it said that the Children of Celebrities are the best undiscovered band on the West Coast of Canada. Time will tell...the Children are definitely one of the oldest indie bands on the West Coast, that is for certain. With a new CD in the offing...there is always so much do when the band is independent, perhaps independent to a fault! Licensing of cover songs, digital uploads to sites like CD Baby and iTunes, the preparation of band bios, the distribution of a Cd...somebody help me, please, somebody help me now!

It's a beautiful thing...

The Children are hard at it again, hammer and tong in the depths of Mike's Studio. We are shaping the third album, and the working title is "Stereo Bang Bang."

Now there seems to be a lot of controversy over the title. So we jumped in the hydrogen fuelled, enviromentally friendly band jet and flew to New York. We asked the Madison Avenue marketing firms of Harris Polls and Decima Research to do a survey of 20% of the world's population to determine the suitability of the name, (you may have received a call.) In sum, after months of painstaking research, they told us there was a mixed reaction.

But what do they know, they are only right 19 times out of twenty within 3-4 percentage points. So we blew them off and we tried to stiff them but we are now on a payment plan with them that includes, among other things, bottle returns and shoe shines for life.

Unsquiffed, we conducted our own polls, asking our gig audiences what they thought. We sat in places like the Spiral Cafe and accosted whoever would talk to us between sets to see what they thought of the name. Strangely enough, (curse you Madison Avenue) the verdict was resoundly and resolutely

mixed.

Which suits the Children just fine.

You see, we aren't really about being completely one way or another. I think we are all at that point in our lives where we realise few things are absolute and being comfortable with opposing values and thoughts is one of the few things we can contribute to help build the global dialogue.

That and music.

So we will keep laying tracks and you keep the discussion going:
Stereo Bang Bang, love or lose it? Discuss...

thoughts from the middle child...
Kevin