K&W at Java Joe's, full gig -- 26March2008

A pretty good start, I think, for our first shot at this new (for us) venue. Unlike the Open Mic the night before, we got to use our own equipment, which, along with there being far fewer people there making noise, made the sound way better. I could hear what I was doing, and that's always a good thing.

There were probably 15 people overall, which is as good as many of our Borders nights. But the difference in atmosphere made it better just because people in a coffee shop recognize musicians as part of the scene, not an interruption, so they were more inclined to listen and join in.

With fewer people, and it being less "new", I was far more relaxed and was able to do a pretty good job of it. Gary of "Acoustic Conversation" was there the whole time -- he either really liked us, or had nothing better to do. He took some pretty good pictures for us with Warren's camera, asked for a few songs, made nice comments about some of them, was impressed with some of the selections on the list, and sang harmony from out at his table on a few of them.

Which, in retrospect, was probably an overture -- and one that I was too dense to recognize. At the open mic the night before, all the guys were automatically "honorary members" of each other's bands. And I'm sure my list of "hits of the 60's and 70's" lines up at high percentage with Gary's, so I’m sure he can sing the harmony just fine. Maybe the first gig was actually a little early anyway, but next time I'll definitely be open to the suggestion -- and prepare for it by having the other mic ready. And getting Gary up there will also be a good indication that we're being inducted into the club. It's actually flattering that he seems to think that we're "club material" already.

Another thing I noticed, and I can't believe I was so dense not to notice on Tuesday, was that they serve wine (I didn't see any beer, which is probably a good thing). There's a sign near the door that says that minors aren't allowed inside after 7pm. This, of course, makes all the difference in the nighttime attendance. We've played coffeeshops around here, and it's hard to get people out, 'cuz, duh, coffee is for mornings. With the Starbucks phenomenon that's changed a lot, but it's still not what people "my age" think of to do at night.

Anyway, Chuck the owner seemed pleased with us, enough that he went ahead and booked us for the next set of gigs. He apparently thinks we can join the ranks of the "headliners" that fill the place on Friday and Saturday nights... eventually. And once we have "a following", which he thinks we're certain to do, and apparently in only two more outings. So, we're booked for two upcoming Thursday nights, and then the first open Friday coming up, July 20th.

Along with those, and according to Chuck's wisdom, we will also (try to) play each of the preceding Tuesday night Open Mics, based on the "preview and hype" philosophy that appears to be working there. You play your three songs and repeatedly announce when you're playing next for people who like what they're hearing. I think maybe we ought to go play another one before real gigs start, too (April 15th?) -- just for the practice, exposure, and to keep the connection alive. Not to mention the fun and camaraderie.

When we were all done, Gary came up and threw two bucks into the big "tip pail" that Chuck has up by the stage, and so did the nice lady he had been talking to most of the night. That was all the tips we got, but Chuck had the coffeegirl make up two "take-out" packages full of pastries and muffins (that would be "day-old" anyway), and he put ten bucks under the rubber band of each of them for us. That was really nice of him. He also insisted that we take sodas with us "for the road" on our way out. It's strange to be treated like they actually *want* us there...

K&W at Java Joe's, open mic -- 25March2008

Amazing. The place was pretty much jammed the whole night. We got there during act number 4 or 5, and we were 8th or so. Turns out that, unlike the Gypsy Den Open Mic nights we've been to, the Java Joe's Open Mic is mainly the headliners of subsequent shows, previewing and hyping the upcoming gigs. At the Gypsy Den, it's all amateurs, trying to get a little stage time. There were a few beginners at Joe's, but mostly it was established bands, and recombined versions of them.

They're all old friends up there, and are happy to sit in with each other in any combination for percussion, backup vocals, or whatever. It's really just a big Music Party on Tuesdays. We were The New Guys, but they're all very friendly, and we met a bunch of guys that basically have the same "hobby" that we have. Neal, the guy we met the other night at Brea Downtown was there and recognized us like we were old high school buddies. We met Gary of "Acoustic Conversations", the band Daleen and I had seen at Brea DT last summer which prompted us (K&W) to get our gig there (with, hopefully, more to come). Also Mark, possibly the last holdout of the bunch that still stoops to play at Borders -- the rest of them have abandoned it in frustration and disgust, a perfectly understandable reaction to the way we're treated. And a nice guy named Patrick, and the "sound man" Scott, who "hosts" the evening, and brings all the equipment.

It's a big happy "club" really -- one I wouldn't mind belonging to (if not for the long drive...) (OK, even with the drive.)

We got to play three songs, which we had agreed upon on the drive home last Friday: "Desperado", "Fire and Rain", and "Let it Be". These are pretty clearly our "greatest hits" with audiences at Borders, and we've played them a few jillion times so we should theoretically have been able to pull them off even under pressure.

Pretty close.

Problem was, on top of nerves, the sound was pretty awful, from where I was standing anyway. Apparently, although I couldn't hear myself hardly at all, we were perfectly clear for the audience -- which is a chilling thought, since I had to just abandon hoping to know what I was up to and play (and sing) by faith. That's really hard, and scary, and especially, dangerous, 'cuz you don't know if or when you're making mistakes. You can almost play guitar by feel, but it's pretty tough to sing that way -- you have to be able to hear what's coming out, and adjust on the fly.

Anyway, although I couldn't tell, we appear to have done all right. Since it's a big party/reunion for the attendees, there's a lot of chatting and laughter going on in the room, even when the established guys are on. But we had some people tune in, and got a really warm response, generally. The owner (Chuck) seemed happy with us, and the other "club members" we talked to afterwards all said nice things. We seem to have "passed the audition".

Keith (solo) at Costa Mesa -- 22March2008

Interesting night. When I got there, there was (almost) nothing but men, sitting and reading or working on computers. I thought, "This is gonna be a tough one", but almost right away, a few guys were pretty impressed, and started paying attention and requesting songs. It's always gratifying to manage to break people out of what they came there to do (read and drink coffee) and get them into the music.

After a while, another guy came in, alone. He *really* liked me. He was, right away, clapping loudly and telling me "That was *excellent*!" and stuff like that, after every song. Wow -- pretty cool. Except...

There was a table next to him with 4 guys having a (pretty loud) Smarter-Than-Thou, Bible argument/discussion. I was just ignoring the frequent outbursts and loud talking, but Mr. Fan wasn't having it. He started off with some loud shushing, and when that didn't work, started in with, "Hey! There's a guy trying to *play* up here!" The Bible Guys, to their credit, ignored him for quite a while, but finally gave up and left.

Then he started in with the same treatment on the two ladies at the next table over who were studying for their Real Estate license exams. I don't know why they had to do it quite so loudly, but Mr. Fan launched into them, too. I kept trying to tell him "Oh, it's OK, I've had worse" and "I'm used to it" kinds of stuff, but he wanted "these people" to "show some respect!". Problem was, he wasn't doing me any favors -- it was mortifying to me for him to be making such a fuss.

The other problem with having a superfan is that he was monopolizing the setlist. He'd be yelling out his next request before the previous song's last chord had died out -- leaving no opportunity for anyone else to make a request, or for me to play one of the newer songs that aren't on the list yet. I had to stall him off a few times and specifically ask other people if they had something they wanted to hear.

Like the little group of "punks" that came in. The pink-haired girl with the dual-pierced lower lip and huge chest tattoo wanted to hear that punk classic, "Rainbow Connection", and then "Puff, the Magic Dragon". That was the Sex Pistols, right? Or was it Black Flag?

K&W at Yorba Linda -- 21March2008

Eventful night. We left early so we could drop by "Brea Downtown" to see if we could find out anything about why we're not getting any response from the lady that books the entertainment there. I figured that if nobody was there setting up, it didn't really tell us anything, but if there *was* somebody there, we'd at least know that it was still happening, and maybe find out more.

As it turned out, a nice guy named Neal was setting up, so Step One confirmed. We talked to him, and he says the incommunicado Linda is still in charge, but she's usually easier to raise on the phone, not email -- so I guess Warren will start trying that. With any luck, we'll get another shot at that place.

Then, on to the Yorba Linda Borders. It's pretty nice when the coffee girl lets out a little "Yay!" when she spots us coming in. We clearly, at minimum, suck less than whoever else she might be expecting.

As we were setting up, a little girl in "Heelies" zipped over to me and asked if I was "from the YMCA". She hadn't, but her dad had recognized me from the Princess campouts. Not sure why somebody in the Mission Viejo YMCA program was hanging out at the Yorba Linda Borders, but he never came over. Nice to be recognized, though.

Otherwise, a pleasant, normal night. Until later, when seven 12-year-old girls came in. They were having a fun time, pretended to dance for a while, and then went over to the counter to buy some hot chocolate, etc. I've been learning "Hey There Delilah", which is a pretty popular new song, so I started playing it, thinking they might recognize it, which proved to be very much correct. They all perked up and came flying over to sit in the comfy chairs up front, many of them singing along. Then they noticed the song lists ("We get to request songs?!?"), and started asking for kid songs: "...Friend In Me", "Rubber Duckie", "Puff", "Over the Rainbow", etc.

They were pretty fun to play for, generally polite, except they didn't seem to have the attention span to actually listen all the way through the songs that they'd asked for. They probably didn't really need those lattes and cappuccinos they were ordering.

After that, we went to check out a place called "Java Joe's", which we'd heard about off and on for a while, and keeps popping up on other local bands' schedules. It's just 3 or 4 miles down the road from the Yorba Linda Borders, so we decided to drop by and see what was up. If it turned out to be as lame as the local coffee shops we've tried to play at, we could just drive away.

We got there at 10:55, and the place was *jumpin'*! A three-piece band (drum set, acoustic guitar, and conga, with three-part vocals) was jammed onto the little stage, and 15 or 20 people were down front, dancing! Another 15 were sitting and talking, either inside or out on the sidewalk where it was quieter. Amazing.

We watched for a while and decided we were definitely "in". So we found the owner (Chuck), and Warren just blurted out, "We want to play here!", to which the Chuck said, "I *want* you to play here!" We all retired to the relative quiet of his office, and he signed us up for the very next Tuesday's "Open Mic Night", where we can play 3 songs, and hype any other appearances, including the also-booked Wednesday night full-sized gig. My head's still spinning...

The bad part is, only 3 days to "prepare" -- the good part, only 3 days to worry. We've gotten all-too-comfortable playing at the various Borders stores, there's no fear left -- it's not like anybody's actually listening. But this place is an actual Music Place. People come there to (a) drink and talk, and (b) listen to live music. On purpose. That makes it quite a bit different.

K&W at South Coast Plaza -- 14March2008

Not a lot of people there, but we almost always had somebody listening, so it was OK. While we were setting up, a pair of ladies sat down up front, and were watching intently, clearly waiting for us to start. They listened closely for several songs, asking for favorites, and clapping appreciatively. After a while, they had to leave, and the older one (the mom?) got a fiver out of her purse as they were packing up, and asked, "Where's your tip jar?" This being the (only) store that's told us that we can't have a tip jar, that was a tough question. I felt like I couldn't blurt out "We're not allowed to have one" over the microphone, but we kind of fumbled around awkwardly for a while and settled on letting her drop the fiver on the extra speaker over next to me.

Then, to top it off, she asked, "Do you have CDs?" We are, of course, not allowed to sell CDs anymore either (well, we are, but only "through the store", which is far more trouble than it's worth). I said, well, yes, I have some in the suitcase here, and got one out and handed it to her. She asked how much it was and I told her that she'd already paid for it (with the fiver). But she didn't want to let it go at that, and fetched out 2 more dollars to drop on the speaker. Awkward. Having a tip jar seems a little needy and tacky to me, but not having one turns out to be worse. People want to be able to show their appreciation, and you have to give them a way.

We had a gap for a while where nobody (appeared to be) listening, so I played some new stuff I've been working up: "Hey There Delilah", Tom Waits' "I Hope that I Don't Fall In Love With You", and Roy Orbison's (via Chris Isaak) "Only the Lonely". I don't usually learn (i.e., obsess over) three new songs in one week, but they ganged up on me, what can I say?

After a while, a couple that we've seen there before dropped into the comfy chairs up front and wanted to hear some James Taylor. Apparently, the guy is learning guitar, and wanted to watch me play some of those. I pointed out that James is a much better (trickier?) guitar player than he's generally given credit for, and the secret to playing his stuff is to have 35 years of playing under your belt. Not to be too discouraging, but just strumming the chords doesn't work with 95% of the James songs.

And then after they left, my brother and his wife came in. While they were there, another guy requested some Gordon Lightfoot. This is the same store that I got two Lightfoot requests last time. Fortunately, right after that I went home and learned his Biggest Hit, "If You Could Read My Mind", so I played it, and did pretty well, considering I just learned it.

But then Roy wanted "10 Degrees and Gettin' Colder", another Lightfoot song he knows I play, so I did that, which spun me off into some other songs in that "Drop D" tuning: "Can't Find My Way Home", "Four and Twenty" and "Five O'Clock World".

We played well past the "2 hours" maximum, but we know that place is friendly, and we ran into the nice manager on the way out and talked to him about it and he didn't have any problem. He loves us. I'm sure we could, and probably will, appeal the No Tip Jar rule with him and he'd let us do it again. Or maybe we'll just put it out next time and plead ignorance/forgetfulness if called on it.

K&W at the Santa Ana Zoo -- 02March2008

Well, apparently it *is* all happening at the zoo. Or most of it anyway...

We played the relatively-new "Family Farm" section of the Santa Ana Zoo, for its 56th Birthday Weekend. There's a nice stage back there, between the chicken coop and the goats, and they even put out some chairs to make a little "audience" for us. Assuming people came and sat in 'em, of course.

It's kind of hidden back in the corner, and we were dreading either no traffic at all, or people we wouldn't know how to play for. But it turned out to be almost entirely young families with infant to about 7-year-old kids. Kids that young usually don't actually know any particular songs (I've had that experience before, with the Indian Princesses), but they can sometimes be fascinated by guys-with-guitars anyway, so it can still work.

We had one little boy whose dad kept dragging him away, but would show up again a few minutes later. We had small families with parents glad for the chance to sit a while. And we had a few teen volunteers who thought that we weren't half-bad, and asked for a song or two.

What we *didn't* have was 5th grade tough boys asking for ACDC or "Smoke On the Water" to pump up their macho cred. We were half-prepared for that ('cuz we see that a lot when we play at elementary schools), but fortunately we didn't have to deliver.

We played about half kids songs, and half up-tempo rock or country-rock. We started right when the zoo opened so we didn't have much traffic right at first, but it got better as time went on. We play the grown-up songs when there was nobody sitting down so folks were just wandering by, but then when some kids would sit down, I'd play something for them, to see how long I could keep 'em.

One set of parents set their little 2-year-old boy down and kind of danced around next to him, clearly encouraging him to dance, too. But he just stood there, frozen solid, entranced, but immobile. I quickly switched to the "How can you *not* dance" classic, "Twist and Shout", but he just stood and stared, a statue of a boy. It was funny 'cuz his parents were so convinced...

The management seems to have liked us, too, and wants to put us "up front" next time -- an area right at the entrance and exit that was occupied by the model railroaders for the birthday bash. That will be a better place to play, no doubt, 'cuz everybody comes through there, twice, and the concession stand with its picnic tables form a captive audience.

There's a little electric train that carries 15 or twenty passengers around the place, and it could come by directly behind the stage we were on, every 3 or 4 songs. It was fun, 'cuz suddenly an audience would appear behind me, but briefly, and I was always in the middle of a song. So I'd spin around and sing and smile at the train people, but it was tricky 'cuz I was suddenly without my chords and words book. But I apparently know those songs better than I think I do, 'cuz I never messed up while the train was there -- though I screwed up plenty of times while I was staring right at the book.

So, despite the wind, we had a pretty good time, so I guess we'll be back there for "more fun" a time or three. But Warren's not too fond of playing kids songs, so it may end up to be me, solo, pretty quick. We didn't put a tip jar or guitar case out this time (the money would'a blown away anyway), but Warren asked technician Steve about it afterwards and he said it's totally OK. And, out front, where there's lots of what Steve calls "stroller moms", it may turn out to be lucrative.

Keith solo at Yorba Linda -- 29Feb2008

Nice night. Kinda quiet, but it got better, as they usually do. A friend from work, Tony, came by with his two little kids. The boy (5?) was too shy to react much, but the little girl (3?) really liked "Rubber Ducky". Walked up and asked me to play it again 5 minutes later in her tiny little voice. They didn't stay very long, but it was nice to have somebody from work actually hear me, finally. Not that he's the first, but pretty close.

Also, an old Indian Princess friend and his daughter dropped in right at the beginning -- I have to imagine just by coincidence. He bellowed out "Play 'Dancing With Bears'!", so I did (except it's "*Waltzing*"). The may have listened to one more song, and left. Other plans, I suppose.

My wedding couple were there, too, again. She asked for some of the songs that she wants me to play at the wedding (in July), but I think we're pretty squared away, except for how long "Something" runs versus how far she has to walk during it. I'd hate to have her hit the altar in the middle of the second verse. I'll have to figure out how to gracefully quit at various points in the song, before I get there.

I played right up to 10:00, but it turns out that they close that store at midnight, so I played a little more, until I was getting paranoid because of our recent troubles on that account, and quit at 10:20-ish. There was a guy who seemed to be the manager-in-charge for the night, and he thanked me graciously as I was packing up, so I don't think I made anybody mad. (He had, in fact, dropped some money in the jar earlier on -- it's strange when the staff does that...)

As I was walking out the front, which is pretty far from the café where I was playing, the front desk girl called out "Thanks for playing for us!" That was pretty sweet.