Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Keith at Costa Mesa -- 23Feb2008

A very quiet night. People seemed to like the music, but it was one of those "don't break the silence" vibes that keeps people from clapping -- except one guy over in the comfy chairs and a young lady at one of the tables with her boyfriend. She clapped after every song, but she never once looked at me -- odd.

I kept trying to tell myself that if I wasn't there playing, I'd probably be at home either watching TV, or playing in the bedroom, and nobody'd be clapping there, either. So to just enjoy being out, and consider it a rehearsal. It's actually just plain more fun to play through the amp, and especially to sing through it, with the reverb and all. I tell myself that, but it still bugs me when I get to the end of a song and people just sit there, silent. Even if it wasn't me up there, I'd still consider it pretty rude. Poor boy up there giving it what he's got -- toss him a bone!

Anyway, the total silence makes it easy to hear myself, which makes me sing and play better 'cuz I can tell what I'm doing. And my voice was finally back to normal after my cold, and I was completely in control again -- even (only?) I was amazed at what I could hit/do. That's a great feeling.

And since I was (apparently) just playing "for me" anyway, I took the chance to play some of the less common/popular songs, "Down On Yourself", "Jersey Girl", "Under the Boardwalk", etc. Some of that stuff is just great fun to lean back and belt out.

A lady sat down at one of the tables at 9:40 or so. I quit promptly at 10, and when I went out to collect the song lists, she asked me if I played "events". This time, I had the presence of mind not to hedge or dodge, and just say "Yes!" She works at (?) an art gallery in Long Beach (!) and she thought they might want to have me come play for something or other, an opening or show or something -- she didn't give any specifics. She isn't actually in charge of it, but she was gonna suggest me to the lady who is, so I gave her a CD to take, and told her to email me if it worked out. As of this writing, that was 4 days ago now, so I'm not holding my breath.

But, apparently I wasn't playing "for myself" after all -- I need to remember that: despite the No-Response, people really are (or may be, anyway), listening. Kind of reversed the whole evening for me -- even if she never calls.

Monday, February 18, 2008

K&W at Mission Viejo -- 16Feb2008

Not as good as last time at MV, but pretty good. I think the basic difference was that last time I "had their attention" somehow, and this time, some, but not so much. Pretty good fun, nonetheless.

The sound was a pretty big problem, almost all the way through. My guitar was either mysteriously disappearing, or getting swallowed up by the ambient noise; the usual grinders and blenders, but, I think, mostly the general din of conversations bouncing right around the place. "Live room", I guess. Makes a big difference between "getting their attention" and not, 'cuz it'll affect the amount of conversation you have to play over. It's a good place to play because it's close to my house, and close enough that there's a chance some friends may come out (only one did, this time), but it's definitely the worst sound environment we've played at.

I kept playing with the controls for my guitar, but it's hard to figure out what to do when, during the previous song, it was both too loud and too quiet. I kept tweaking the tone, but I think in the end I was (unknowingly) trying to find some kind of tone that would cut through the noise. I got somewhere close, and just proceeded on faith, but later on when it got emptier and quieter, the guitar sound magically wasn't a problem anymore.

As a joke, I made some stickers for my guitar to make it look like a "Guitar Hero" controller. A few people "got it", but most people didn't, and seemed to think it was some kind of remedial guitar. So I've taken them off. I thought it was a pretty good joke, myself, but on the other hand, they'd occasionally throw me off and I'd grab the wrong fret, oddly enough. I guess I'm too used to a completely blank fingerboard.

One guy who definitely didn't "get it" was a friendly but kinda loopy guy who came to sit right down front, and proceeded to sing, loudly, along with every song he knew. I ended up trying to find songs that would entertain everybody else, but that he wouldn't know, but he's in some kind of songwriter/singer club, and he knows lots of songs. Finally Warren leaned over and shushed him, multiple times, until he figured it out. It's cool that he was having fun, but (a) the people around him, I think, wanted to hear me, not him, and (b) it was confusing to me to have him singing the songs differently than I do, and fumbling for the words and screwing me up.

One high point, though, was little Garrett (maybe 3?) and his dad that came in and sat right down front. The kid apparently plays "Guitar Hero", so he recognized my guitar, and he wanted to dance and "air guitar" while we were playing. I enlisted him to make train noises with the shaker while we played "Jenny Dreamed of Trains", and he did pretty well. I started conspicuously tapping my foot to try to get/keep him on beat, but he saw that and tried to imitate it, which along with the shaker, overloaded his coordination and almost made him fall over. It was really cute, and the rest of audience was enjoying watching him, too.

Keith (solo) at South Coast Plaza -- 15Feb2008

Mostly uneventful, quiet, pleasant night. Bill and MaryJane came and stayed a long time, and that's always really nice for me. I dug into the "Dad's CD" section of my book, 'cuz I knew they'd remember those songs.

A young couple came in and, for no apparent reason, hung out in the aisle of books to my right for most of the night, sitting on the floor. He was skimming books, she was sketching. The guy asked if I knew any Gordon Lightfoot, meaning, apparently, "If You Could Read My Mind", 'cuz he hadn't heard of the 4 or 5 songs that I know or knew -- not that I could'a played 'em anyway, except "10 Degrees and Gettin' Colder", but he didn't know it, so I didn't bother. He enjoyed my "Simon and Garfunkle" songs, though, so, close enough.

But 20 minutes later, a 40-ish guy came in and sat down in the comfy chairs with a book, and after a while he looked up and asked if I knew any Gordon Lightfoot! Too weird. I said, "That guy just asked me that!", but they didn't know each other. He didn't know "10 Degrees" either. Guess I'll have to go learn "Read My Mind"...

No drama at all over the tip jar or CD rack. I was hoping the "real manager", an older guy who's *very* friendly to us, would come by so I could say "Shame about that tip jar rule" and see if he said (a) "Yup, it's a shame", or (b) "Oh, just ignore that rule!", or (c) "What tip jar rule?". But he didn't come by, and when I tried to go see him at the end of the night, he was way too busy with customers.

The Lightfoot fan's girlfriend over in the aisle asked me as I was tearing down if I "had a tip jar or something". I told her I did, but that I wasn't allowed to put it out anymore. I told her that it was OK, though, I'm not in it for the money. Frankly, it made setup and teardown a lot simpler, not having to put all that stuff out there. But it is nice to be compensated at least a little, and, as Warren always says, it's a nice form of feedback about whether or not you're doing anything right. We made $18 each at Mission Viejo the next night. That pays for a couple of the next week's lunches...

One odd thing -- towards the end, a nicely-dressed 20-something black guy came in, sat down and was pointedly listening. To the point of "studying" me. I'm not sure why -- he didn't seem to be a guitar player picking up tips (I can usually recognize those), and he didn't have any particular questions or requests. Oddly, he wasn't in a hurry to take a look at the list, even after I pointed it out to him. And after a while, he asked if he could take my picture (with his phone). Huh? I said, "Sure, send me a copy", but I wonder what he wanted a picture for. Sometimes people seem "too interested" and hang out to the end, and then ask us about how to get a gig like this -- but he left, kinda suddenly, a few songs before the end. If he hadn't been so slow to grab a list, I'd be wondering if he was with the RIAA or something, gathering evidence.

No picture in my email yet, either...

Monday, February 11, 2008

K&W (-W) at Yorba Linda - 08Feb2008

(This was supposed to be "Keith & Warren" but turned into "just Keith" when Warren called in sick. Hope he's well enough to play Mission Viejo next Saturday...)

A quietly appreciative crowd this time, I guess. I couldn't seem to raise much of a reaction from the readers and studiers that were there when I got there, until the last half hour or so when some more demonstrative ladies came in and were requesting James Taylor songs. Which, of course, I was happy to oblige.

They were friendly enough, most people were willing to state a song preference, but just not very loudly. One of those "feels like it ought to be quiet in here" nights. It's that "library ambiance". But, at the end, there were 27 bucks in the tip jar, and the front check-out counter lady came over specially while I was tearing down to tell me that "a whole lot of customers told me how much they liked your music", so they were liking it, just not showing it so much.

I put the tip jar and CD display out, bold as you please, and nobody said a word. Apparently, the enforcement of the tip jar ban is a matter of local management discretion. And the management loves us there.

Last Friday at Tustin, a 20-something lady and her boyfriend sat and listened for the last hour or so, asking for some songs and generally being right there with me. That was great, but at the end, she came right up and asked me if I played weddings. I said that I haven't, but certainly could, and she could send me the particulars by looking me up on the website address on the card.

Now, when Warren and I started playing at Tully's 6 (!) years ago, I thought that this might happen with some frequency. It's a brilliant way to find a band for your party -- anonymously visit coffeeshops and if the band sucks or is inappropriate, you just leave -- nobody the wiser, and nobody's feelings hurt. But, so far, it's only happened, what, twice? Maybe we "suck"...

Anyway, since it so rarely happens, I didn't put much stock in it, but she really did email me, and we've gone back and forth on the details and price, and, lately, the songs she wants, so it appears like it's really gonna happen. July 26. She wants to walk down the aisle to my odd, fingerpicked version of the Beatles' "Something". I'm not sure how good a marching tune it is, but that's kinda cool.

In fact, all but one of the songs she's picked off my list are, ahem, "retro". Now, it's true that, if you pick songs from my list, you'll end up with 99% "old songs", but she's requested for me to learn some others that aren't on the list, and they're seriously retro, too; "Time in a Bottle" and "Longer"!?! All these songs were written before she was born! I can't tell if she hired me 'cuz the wedding's retro, or if the wedding's retro 'cuz she hired me.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

K&W at South Coast Plaza -- 02Feb2008

Despite an entirely tepid audience, we had a pretty good time. Since I couldn't seem to raise a reaction at all from anybody, I decided that I might as well make it fun for me (and hopefully, Warren) so I played through a lot of the "still working on these" songs, and the songs that are the most fun for me to sing and/or play.

I watched a guy pick up and buy one of my "Dad's Songs" CDs, so I figured I ought to sing a few of them, despite Warren never having played some of them. So we did "Lemon Tree" (which I've been doing quite often lately, and am thinking of moving onto The List, 'cuz it really "works"), but also "I Have Been a Rover", "Try to Remember" and lastly "Four Strong Winds". They all went really well, even though I hadn't played most of them for a long, long time.

I was "in good voice" again, and was playing pretty well, too. I may just be getting better, so even "the hard ones" aren't that hard anymore. Must be the two half-hour walks that I take everyday at work, with my electric guitar and headphone amp. I'm getting a *lot* of practice. Anyway, since hardly anyone was really listening, I also "pulled out all the stops", vocally, and had fun just wailing on the songs.

As we were packing up, though, the presumed store manager (or night/assistant manager) came over and informed us that the policy was changing (again), and not only would we have to sell CDs "through the store" (handing over 40% in the process), but we wouldn't be allowed to even have a tip jar anymore. This is getting pretty ridiculous -- they almost seem to be actively trying to get all the musicians to walk away. What's next? All gigs must be preformed standing on one foot? We have to pay them? "Gee, that's a real pretty little guitar you got there, pal. It'd be a shame if something was to happen to it..."

Anyway, I didn't hear anything about this policy-change the night before in Tustin, so this may be applicable only to this one store's over-zealous manager (shame, since it's our favorite store to play in). But even if it's real, permanent, and county-wide, I'll still keep playing there. It's degrading to be treated so badly by the management, but just to have a place to play for people makes it worth it. I'm not there for the 6 or 12 or 20 dollars -- I'm there to play, and I'd do it even with no tips and no CD sales. I may have to think twice about the further away of the stores, though. It costs me 10 bucks just to drive out to Yorba Linda or Brea and back, and it's nice to at least have a chance to break even if the tips come in. We'll have to see how it goes at Yorba Linda next week...

Keith (solo) at Tustin -- 02Feb2008

Big fun! When I got there, there was a *very* familiar-looking little girl and her dad. I thought that maybe they were Indian Princess acquaintances, but it turns out that they had seen us play at the late-lamented Santa Margarita store, almost 3 years ago, as reported in this blog post.

Little Paige (she's 12 now) is just as charming, bold, and sassy as she was back then. She was there with her dad and her two "BFFs", a pair of look-alike sisters. The three of them had matching headbands and purses. Too cute. Her dad was actually there to see the band that was playing on the outdoor stage, just outside of Borders, but was waiting in the café until they started up. He went out there when we could hear them playing, but Paige and her friends stayed inside with me. They wanted to hear some Bear songs ("Teddy Bears' Picnic" and "Waltzing With..."), and some Beatles. It was great to have a clear way to get started, and they're a great audience, bustling around me, asking questions, and taking pictures and videos of me with their cell phones.

Later on, my brother and his wife came by, and happened to "steal" the girls' chairs, since they were up by me taking video. When Paige complained to Roy, he told them that he was my brother, which they didn't believe until I nodded (mid-song) to confirm. Then they were all instant pals and had some conversation as I tried to go on singing.

Paige's dad eventually came and took them away, and I think one of the sisters bought a "Bears" CD (Paige already has one). Later on after Roy and Keri had left, I looked over at the not-very-conveniently placed tip jar, and it looked like there was only one dollar in it. But at some point, somebody got up to put some money in it, and the rest of the room must have finally noticed it, 'cuz suddenly lots of people were up there buying CDs and filling the jar. Usually we don't sell any CDs at all, sometimes 1 or 2. This time, I sold 6! I set out 4 of each, and all 4 "Live" CDs sold, and 1 each of the "Bears" and "Tribute to My Dad" CDs. This was the first time I'd brought any of those, having only recently decided that I did some pretty good work on that one, and some people might prefer that era of songs. Apparently so. I made $33.56 in tips -- I think the little girl just gave me all the money she had, including $1.56 in change.

Towards the end, I looked out and noticed that there were several groups of people standing and listening. The café is pretty small, so they run out of places for people to sit pretty quickly, so standing out in the store is the only option. Other than just walking away, of course. It's pretty flattering when people will stop their shopping and stand there listening for a while.

Overall, great night. Originally, it was supposed to be a K&W gig, but Jim had to drop out of the J&W gig at South Coast Plaza the next night, so I took that one over for him, leaving Warren the option of one or the other, and he chose to leave me solo at this one. You just never know when it's gonna be great or lame, 'cuz it's almost entirely dependent on the audience. We're pretty much the same every time, it's the audience reaction that makes all the difference.

Keith (solo) at Costa Mesa -- 25Jan2006

Pretty mediocre. Not many people there, and those that were, weren't very interested in what I was up to. So I just struggled through most of the night, except finally a young guy and his girlfriend came over, and he was *totally* into it. He said he was a guitar player himself, and played some James Taylor songs, and wanted to hear (and watch) me play some. So that was fun, until he couldn't stand it anymore and said he "had to get home and play some guitar!"

Later a nice older lady and her daughter wandered over, and she clearly really liked me, too. She not only clapped at the end of the songs (which, when you're the only one doing it, is hard enough), but made nice comments, too. Then she spotted the CDs and sign. She studied them for a while and apparently made her decision, and said she'd have to go out to the car to get some cash. And off she went.

20 minutes later, I had decided that she was just spoofin' me, but she finally reappeared and put some money in the jar and took a CD, sure enough.

The Cranky Girl was there, running the café almost single-handed since she'd lost some staff lately (gee, I wonder why someone wouldn't want to work for *her*). I think she was OK with me this time though, 'cuz I asked her where she wanted me to set up. She pointed out a wouldn't'a-been-my-choice spot, but I set up there anyway -- just to let her feel in control. I forgot to take a break, but I did quit right at 10:00, so hopefully I didn't invoke her wrath...

Friday, February 01, 2008

I'm "For Sale"!

To cover the costs of the extra art classes, the High School of the arts where my daughter Geneva goes requires (a) some tuition of course, and also (b) an annual donation of "an item worth $50 or more" that they auction off at the big ritzy "Gala" fundraiser/show each Spring. Last year, Daleen made some kind of gift basket, but this year, she decided that we should auction off a "Live musical performance by Keith Comer". We put down that I'm "worth" $200 (!), and sent in a set of CDs, and some pictures of me singing.

Click here to see the auction.

The Items are posted alphabetically, and mine is titled "An Evening of Entertainment" so I'm on the first page (of 11). Third row, second column.

The auction went live last night, and, as of right now, there's already one bid! 75 bucks! Most of the stuff hasn't even been bid on yet. It's nice to know that I'll at least not go un-bid-upon. Feels a little weird to be "up for sale", though. I'm also hoping that, considering "An Evening of Entertainment", that the lady that bid on me read down a ways and understands that I'll be singing and playing guitar, not, um, other things...

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

K&W at Yorba Linda -- 19Jan2008

Well, as badly as last week went, this week was terrific. We had a pretty fair amount of audience rapport going, pretty early on, 'cuz I somehow managed to start right out with an announcement. That's usually hard to do -- too hard, so I don't. I guess it's basically impossible if nobody is looking at me when it's time to start. If somebody, anybody, is, then I can talk right to them, and of course everybody hears me -- I'm the guy with the mic. I always tell myself that I'll just do the first song "cold", and then people will be looking at me so I'll make the startup announcement after that. It's a nice idea, but that hardly ever happens either.

Anyway, my cold isn't gone yet, but it was sufficiently out of the way that I could sing. I got pretty dry after an hour or so, but I had some cough medicine with me, so I took a small swig of that. Subsequently, I was singing like I've never sung before. Totally clear, and easier up to the high notes than, literally, ever. I hate to attribute it to the medicine, but it's hard not to.

Also, I was thinking clearer, or faster, than usual, too, so all the "hard parts" seemed not-so-hard. I seemed to have more bandwidth than usual, and I felt like I could really pay attention to the singing -- and could try, and get away with, anything I wanted to -- and still not lose track of the guitar parts. It was pretty magical, frankly. The neo-hippie/cyberpunks used to swear that pseudoephedrine (a decongestant) was also a synapse-aid that makes you think clearer, so it's hard not to attribute the mental clarity to the medicine, too.

Anyway, it was a great night -- lots of requests, and a (much better) run-through of the newest song; James Taylor's "Never Die Young". We barely made any tips, but would have done even worse if not for...

As we were packing up, a little 2-year-old blonde was staring at me from the back of the café. I waved at her, as I am wont to do, to see if she'd wave back. Her mom watched to see if she would, and they ended up coming closer. The amp was off and I had taken off my headset, but I still had my guitar strapped on. I walked over toward them, and was asking the little girl if she wanted to dance, and her mom was making encouraging noises at her, so I sat down on one of the comfy chairs to be down at her level and broke into my in-process "Twist and Shout / La Bamba" medley, just acoustic, with her kind of bumbling around and turning some circles out in front of me, clearly enjoying it. The mom must have thought that that was pretty fun too, 'cuz she dropped a fiver in the jar when the dance was over and we went back to packing up after some bye-byes.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Keith solo at Mission Viejo -- 05Jan2008

Well, I hate to say "Triumphant return", but it kinda was. The last time I/we played the Mission Viejo store was exactly 51 weeks ago, last January. We didn't know it at the time, but we got black-listed after that show, though we still don't know why. It could be that someone complained about the 15 or 20 Trailmate friends that showed up and kind of disrupted the place. It did seem kind of tacky, but how am I supposed to control my "fans"? Or it could have been my inability to hide my displeasure with the contingent of loud, rude, "regulars" who park down front in the comfy chairs, and hold boisterous conversations, making it hard to play for the people who'd like to hear the music.

Anyway, somehow, I got booked back there (probably one of the booking guy's frequent mistake/oversights -- this it the first one that was in my favor, though). First happy surprise: no regulars. Or at least, none of the noisy rude ones. I may have recognized one of the nice older ladies, but she's one of the quiet, supportive ones.

Second happy surprise: the manager was "Sally", a sweet little red-haired lady who's always loved us -- particularly because she's a huge James Taylor fan. She was thrilled to see me, told me confidentially that all the bands that "they" have sent in the last eight months have been "crap", and was, of course, totally unaware of our black-listing. She said she'd email the District Manger first thing Monday and get that fixed.

Third happy surprise: she'd come up with a new "stage" setup. Instead of putting us out in the main aisle of the store, facing into the café, but with our back to the books, she cleared a space over against the windows, so I could face into the whole store and not have distracting traffic behind my back all night. Better sound, too. And, if the Regulars had shown up, the comfy chairs were as far away from me as possible, rather than right in my face.

Even better, the process of her announcing that "the entertainment is here" and that the sitting people would have to shuffle their tables back to clear me some room, while, you'd think, somewhat annoying, was a good introduction that got the audience ready to accept my presence. This is hard to describe, but *very* useful, in terms of getting "into" the room and getting connected to the audience.

My cold, which had almost undone me the night before, was under control, so I was singing pretty darn well. I was somehow ultra-hyped-up, though -- nervous about the "new" setting, or needing it to go well, or caffeine mixed with cough medicine, or a combination, I guess. I was pretty spun-out and ragged the first half-hour or so, but settled in and did OK for the rest of the night.

I actually had most of the room involved -- almost competing to get their requests in. One of the coffee girls spent her break listening and requesting Willie Nelson tunes. A girl to my left with lots of books and a laptop, usually a recipe for someone who will *not* be involved, asked out of the blue if I knew "Lemon Tree". This is a very unusual request from a 20-something college student, and it was amazing to be able to say yes, since I'd learned it for my "Dad's Album". Of course, I don't play it very often, and it's way trickier than it sounds, but I pretty much nailed it anyway.

My buddy Ralph from Indian Princesses showed up with his daughter, and his wife and her friend. Also, our neighbor Patty came in with two of her kids. Playing in a place that's near enough for friends to come by is why I want to get "back in" to this store. I was afraid to send out a broad notice since my cold was getting so bad I was afraid I'd either have to cancel or play/sing badly, but hopefully it won't be another year before I play there again.

One more anomaly -- the website said that I was starting at 7:00, so I did. Usually, that means that the store closes at 10:00 (and stores that close at 11 start the music at 8), but at 9:30 or so I asked the Willie-fan coffee girl what time they closed, and she said, "11 o'clock -- you have time to play 'Pancho and Lefty' again!" So I did, of course, but it also meant that I ended up playing from 7:15 until 10:30 -- pretty long to sing on a trashed voice. (Made 40 bucks, too, and on only one CD sale -- and with the tip jar in a pretty inconvenient place. I'd expected to come home empty-handed!)

Anyway, great night, big fun for me, Sally seemed *very* pleased. Sang nearly every song I know, and some I barely do. Limped home with trashed voice, fingers and knees -- but worth every bit of it.

K&W (-W) at Tustin -- 04Jan2008

We were both pretty sick, but although Warren couldn't make it, I decided that I had to at least try, if only to see if I could pull it off, so I'd know whether or not I could make it to the important re-introduction to Mission Viejo gig the next night. With enough cough medicine, I actually managed OK, and although I had to abort two songs due to uncontrollable coughing fits, the small audience seemed to be sympathetic.

As I was tuning up, an older guy saw my sign and asked me if I knew a guy named "Don Comer". I said that that was my dad's name, and he told me that he had worked with him back at McDonald/Douglas. That was kinda fun, and he sat and listened appreciatively for a while.

Mostly uneventful, otherwise. Pretty small turn-out, 'cuz of the rain and all, I guess. Had a young family come by and the dad asked to hear "I Don't Want To Live On the Moon", a Sesame Street song I learned a long time ago, but nobody's ever asked for -- I think I even dropped it from the K&W list, just for the space. But it's a great kids' song, though I don't think his 7-year-old daughter had ever heard it...

Monday, November 19, 2007

Keith at Brea -- 17Nov2007

Well, I suppose it's only fair that the best gig we've had in a long time (Brea Downtown last week) should be followed by the worst gig I've had, probably ever. My own fault, though -- I shoulda known better than to accept Geneva's offer to come along and take some video of my performance. I always fall apart when I know the camera's watching me, I just didn't expect to fall apart so badly. Luckily for Warren, I was solo.

I knew I wouldn't be able to relax at first, so I did several songs without the tape running. But it didn't help much -- as soon as the camera *was* running, I started making huge mistakes in every song.

Fortunately (?!?) it didn't matter anyway, because I had wired up an external microphone to the camera, hoping to get only the amp's output, and none of the talking, crashing and grinding of the coffeeshop. This turned out to be a big mistake, because the mic caused a loud buzz/hum on the audio track, all the way through. I tried to use some audio software to remove the buzz, and that works, except it makes what's left sound all weird and ring-ey.

So, it was pretty much lose-lose -- I didn't get any usable video, and the customers got a bad performance.

Consolation prizes: some usable still shots snagged from the video (above), and a pair of nice conversations with Geneva in the car, up and back.

To be fair, the big mistakes in each song, while too embarrassing for me to want to keep for posterity, were probably not always noticeable or deal-killing to the general customers. I made $24 in tips (and gave half to Geneva), so I must have done something right. And probably 4 or 6 of the songs on the video would have been usable if the sound hadn't gotten so trashed.

One older dapper oriental guy apparently tuned in during "Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye", and came and stood to watch for a while (he was just shopping, not hanging in the coffeeshop). He asked Geneva for the name of "that song with the 'million years' in it", which she didn't know, so I told him. He listened for a few more songs, and then asked if I would play it again (while depositing some tip money), so I did. Musta struck some kinda nerve with the guy, 'cuz he smiled big-time all the way through it.

Anyway, I think I know what I did wrong with the mic and camera, so I could try again sometime, but it'll be a while before I get stupid enough to do that to myself again. (Oddly, having the video running at Brea Downtown last week didn't bother me. Maybe that's the way to go...)

Friday, November 16, 2007

K&W at Brea Downtown -- 09Nov2007

The city of Brea recently refurbed a street in the old section, turning it into an entertainment and shopping district called "Brea Downtown". There's two big Edwards theaters, and a lot of ginchy shops and little groovy restaurants. It's still a real street, and there's a wide corner area with a strange fountain where they let bands play. We sent in a CD back in the summer, but never heard back. When Warren pinged her on Nov 7, she said that she had the 9th open! Awful short notice, but we jumped at the chance, even though we were already booked at Borders Tustin that night.

We've never played out on the street before -- and it's a little strange that we were so excited to do so, considering that most street bands would love a chance to play *indoors*, at, say, a Borders coffeeshop. But we're in it for the experience, and we were thrilled to get a non-Borders gig, regardless of where.

It was a blast! Of course, it was noisy, and it's always hard to "fill" an open space. Warren had a lot of trouble at the beginning just getting some kind of sound out of his guitar that sounded like what he expected. But we had lots of people strolling by, and that's always fun. I was really intimidated at first (fear of the unknown, I suppose), but I felt right at home after just a little while.

At first, we had lots of little kids, and because they were outside and on the sidewalk, they were completely uninhibited about dancing up a storm. That was fun for all of us, and their parents tended to hand them a dollar to put in the open guitar case we had on the ground (traditional!). I noticed that a lot of the kids thought that throwing money in a case was pretty fun, so they went back to dad for more, again and again. For some of them it was almost like feeding a meter.

Later, of course, we had more grown-ups, and a lot of them threw a buck in, too. People would walk by and drop a buck in the case, without even slowing down! They only heard half a verse, but put a buck in anyway! We ended up making $50 in tips. Not a record, but way up there, and not bad for a cold night in November.

It was interesting, though, because the audience dynamic is so different. At Borders, we have people who were there when we got there, and still there when we're leaving. Here, almost nobody was there more than 10 minutes, and most were there for less than one whole song. We could probably have gotten away with only knowing 3 songs (though that'd been pretty boring for us). I was anticipating having to really step up my "talking game", but it turned out that I needed even *less* "patter", since there really wasn't anyone there between songs -- there was hardly anyone to bother to introduce the songs *to*. Took a bit of the pressure off.

It also made it so we could repeat songs, when requested, since the audience was in constant turn-over. We did "House at Pooh Corner" three times. And when people would notice the song sheets, they'd usually ask for one, and be gone. If the next guy asked for the same song, no problem.

Artistically, it was a disaster. The mix was terrible. Although I didn't mess with the relative volumes from the settings that seem to work at Borders, it was pretty vocal-heavy. It was hard for my guitar's microphone-pickup to "hear" cleanly enough for the tuner, so it was hard to tune, and hard to stay in tune with the cold and damp seeping in. My hands got pretty cold, which makes them a bit stiff -- I can still play OK, but I tend to reach for something and the stiffness makes me get there a little late, or not quite get there at all, meaning missed strings, and missed notes. Not that anyone could hear them anyway...

It's a lot more distracting than Borders, too. At Borders, when I look up from my book to do the audience-contact thing, usually there's nobody even looking back at me -- they're all involved in their books. Here, people walking by have nothing else to look at, so they look at us. (Unless they're studiously *refusing* to look...) But when I looked up at this gig, there were all kinds of people, and cars, and kids, and dogs, and cops, and pretty girls, and teenagers dancing (!?!), and a firetruck -- it's distracting! Hard to keep my place and keep the song intact. I'm not used to there being so much variety and motion "out there".

Daleen and Acacia came by and got some pictures (above, and more at: http://www.tabblo.com/studio/stories/view/480787/) and video. None of it turned out very well, the sound was bad, and the video was stymied by the bright backlight from the store behind us. Daleen had brought the dogs, too, and seemed to have fun chatting with the inevitable dog lovers that came by -- so at least she wasn't as bored as usual.

Acacia took most of the video, and did a bit too much zooming in and out, 'cuz that's fun. She also sang along with the songs that she knows (like "House at Pooh Corner" and even "South of the Border" a little), which would be upsetting if it wasn't so darn cute.

Anyway, best gig in a long time -- not in terms of good music, but in terms of having fun ourselves, and passing some along to lots of happy friendly people.

There's no more openings until January (when it'll be even colder!), but the manager, failing to hear any feedback (which she claims is a good thing since people only call to complain), has invited us to play at their Tuesday afternoon and evening "Farmer's Markets", which, by the pictures on the website, looks to be just this side of a Church Bazaar -- mostly "crafters" along with the locally grown fruit. But we'll happily give it a try, just for the variety!

Friday, November 09, 2007

K&W at South Coast Plaza -- 03Nov2007

Terrific night! I love SCP -- good sound, and lately, good audience. I put the amp a little further away from myself than usual, so I could crank it up (per Warren's numerous requests) and not blow my own head off. That may have worked.

When I first got there, there was a lady in a comfy chair right where I needed to put the amp. I started setting up other things, stalling having to ask her to move, and she got the message and moved to one of the tables. I suddenly felt really bad about that -- it was pretty rude of me. I expected her to be resentful and not "join in", but she totally got into us, asking for songs, clapping loudly, smiling big. What a sweetie.

Also, a 20-something couple came in pretty close to the beginning, and she really thought I sounded like James Taylor, and wanted to hear more. Lots more. But right off the bat, she wanted to hear "Somewhere" from "West Side Story", which is pretty somber and emotional to be the third song of the night, but the customer is always right, so I did it anyway. And several more. I may have said this before, but it's *so* motivating to have someone really listening.

And, a couple of guys that we used to work with, peripherally, at Toshiba showed up and listened all the way through. They were pretty far to the back, but they were listening.

So, with all these Actual Listeners, I was really "on" -- pouring everything I had into each song. Makes it a lot more challenging, and a more fun, for me.

SCP is definitely The Place to come see us, if you're going to. The usually good audience, and always good acoustics really set me up.

K&W at Costa Mesa -- 26Oct2007

Not a *bad* gig, but pretty dull. Not a lot of participation, nor even population. We played OK, but just couldn't get much reaction.

Except three guys my age showed up, and lacking anyplace for three guys to sit together, they went outside and brought in three of the patio chairs, and made their own little "section". That showed ingenuity, and determination. I kept expecting to recognize them as Indian Princess acquaintances, but apparently not. They listened intently for 8 or 10 songs, then took the chairs back outside and left. Mysterious. Some kind of blind audition?

The main significance of the night was that we were there at all. It was our first time at Costa Mesa since the alleged banning, so we were glad to be there even on a slow night, 'cuz sometimes it's a great place to play. No confrontations with the management, and I quit right at 10 straight-up, so we wouldn't cross any lines. Besides, it wasn't painful to quit that early since nothing was happening anyway...

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

K&W at Tustin – 20Oct2007

A really good night! The sound was not-so-good, especially at first – some weird echoey muddy sound in/from my guitar, but it seemed to go away over time, unless that was just me getting used to it.

But what really made the night was the attendance of little Anna, our First Fan, literally. I say "little" because when she first started dragging her parents in to see us every chance she could at Tully's, 4 years ago, she was only, I'm guessing, 9? Now she's 13-ish, and not so little anymore. Like I told her, I hope I don't look as much older to her as she does to me!

Frankly, she's changed so much that I didn't recognize her. But her mom looked familiar, and when I asked her if she had any requests, she came right out with "Waltzing With Bears". I said, "You've seen us before, haven't you?", and she said, "At Tully's", which dropped the whole thing into place -- I suddenly knew exactly where I'd seen that not-so-little girl before.

Being an (almost?) teen-ager, Anna is now, of course, much more restrained than she was at 9, but it was still a delight to play for her again. It's always much better to play for someone, anyone, who's really listening, but it was doubly fun to play for an old fan (who's not so old at all!). And her parents (and grandpa?), too.

I guess her being there, and some recent comments on YouTube, conspired to make me tend to pull up some dis-used songs from The Old Days. There's several songs that are still in the book, but we don't do as much as we used to, or as much as we maybe oughtta. That was kinda fun, too.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

KC at South Coast Plaza – 29Sept2007

Very nice, as it usually is at SCP. The sound is just so much nicer there, for no known reason. Nice crowd this time, too – smaller than usual, but that made it a bit cozier, quieter, and more personal. I had a couple of "couples" come in, not even carrying any books -- apparently simply to sit and hear me play.

The first couple listened for a long time, interacting with me about songs and artists -- appreciative and friendly.

The second couple came in a little while after the first couple left, and since there were no pairs of comfy chairs open, he sat in a chair and she sat on the ground in front of him. She looked familiar, like they'd been to see us before, and she didn't want/need to see a song list, she was "happy with whatever [I] wanted to play". She sat and smiled through a bunch of tunes, and then ventured to request "Mister Bojangles". That had coincidentally been requested several weeks back, so I had printed out a song sheet for it, played through it some, and put it in the "Songs I'm Kinda Working On" section of The Book, so I said, Sure, I'll give it a try.

She smiled through that one, and I flipped through the book looking for something else to play, and came upon Elton John's "Your Song", which, despite being written on (obviously) a piano, works pretty well for me. I fired it up, and when I looked up after a line or two, I could tell something was going on. She started to cloud up, and then started to collapse down between her knees. Her husband could tell something was wrong, too, and he was kind of hugging her from behind and rubbing her shoulders.

I'm thinking, "Is it *me*?!?" But I can't figure out how a silly love song should have this kind of effect on her, so I keep going. She gets smaller and smaller, and is eventually, clearly, crying. I have no choice by this point, so I keep going (simultaneously oddly guiltily proud and mortified), and she starts fumbling in her purse on the floor beside her. I figure she's obviously trying to find some Kleenex, but after she fumbles for a while, she finds what she's looking for, jumps up, stuffs some money in my tip jar, and runs out, off between the bookshelves. Her husband sits for another 10 seconds, grabs the shopping bag they came in with, and takes off after her. They never came back.

Pretty mysterious. I've never made anybody cry before, for one. And, why "Your Song"? Why not "Mister Bojangles", which is a certifiably Sad Song -- and the one she asked for? And most mysterious, why did she go to the trouble of digging out and leaving me a tip -- for making her cry?!?

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

K&W at Tustin -- 28September2007

Much better band-location than last time. The Borders guy actually moved about 10 people and their tables to get us back against the wall of the place, pointing out. Much better.

Unfortunately, my guitar had re-found the rattle that plagued it a few months before, but which had vanished (without me actually finding what it was). It was really bad this time, but I couldn't find what was causing it right there mid-performance (though I tweaked what I could reach), so we just had to pretend it wasn't there.

My brother and his wife showed up, which is always nice, but "possible" mystery guest Jeffy didn't. That's OK, we had lots of nice people to play for. Surprisingly, they were mostly Studying Kids, but these were more open to the idea of looking up occasionally and taking part a little bit -- requesting songs and clapping and such.

And there's a quite young Coffee Girl named Liz behind the counter who just *loves* us, for some reason. She was gushingly appreciative last time as we were leaving, and thrilled to see us again this time. She requested a bunch of songs (by highlighting a list), and we did all of them (of course). As we were leaving, I gave her both a "Live" and a "Bears" CD, 'cuz she's pretty much our biggest fan.

Also, last time we were there, the GM (they have a "General Manager"?!?) requested "Mrs. Robinson", which I happened to have been running through a few weeks earlier. So I faked it, forgetting most of the lyrics. This time, I was prepared to actually do it for real, but he was out on vacation. Oh well -- next time (only 3 weeks away!).

Monday, October 01, 2007

K&W at Yorba Linda -- 21Sep2007

Uneventful, pretty good, gig. Took a first-time stab at "The Sound of Silence", which went pretty fair, I guess, and got more applause than it deserved. I don't really like my voice and/or my singing on it, for some reason, but I can't find a way to do it better. But the guitar part is fascinating, with the first part all high-notes tinkly, and the rest of it strummed.

But even at that, the strumming sounds bad on my guitar when it's electrified -- I get more wood-thump than note, so every strum sounds like I'm drumming my fingers on the saddle-piece, with a faint hint of the actual notes behind it. I've been working up to bringing my electric guitar along to the gigs for certain songs -- and this might have to be one that's in the electric set, even though it's classically an acoustic song -- if that's not too weird.

The coffee girls like us there, as does the (assistant?) manager. I had, unexpectedly, the presence of mind, as we were leaving and they were telling us how great we are, to tell them to report that back to the District Manager, whose office is in that building. He's essentially our "boss", and mostly, apparently, gets only negative reports when we do something wrong (like play too much). It would be nice if he got some positive feedback, once.

Friday, August 31, 2007

K&W at Brea -- 25Aug2007

Brea's never been a favorite of mine, 'cuz it's really far, and the setup is *really* lame, (and, I suppose, my solo near-bomb last month) but this one went really well. The half of my brain that I get to devote to playing the guitar was unusually lucid -- things that are usually "the hard part" seemed somehow really easy. That can't have anything to do with the spider bite on my hand, can it?

Anyway, there were some pretty friendly people out there, and that always helps me "give it up" more on the singing side. And, on top of the guitar clarity, I was singing higher than I've ever been able to. There are "high notes" in several of the songs that I mostly hit, but am straining to do so. This time, I just hit 'em -- no strain, and no strained tone. That was kind of amazing, though obviously only to me.

After the gig, we drove over to "Brea Downtown", a recently dandy-fied sort of outdoor mall/street with two movie theaters, ginchy shops and restaurants, and, significantly, a local band playing on the corner for tips. It was pretty late (10:30ish), so the crowds were down from when Daleen and I were there a few weeks ago at 9:30. Warren's sent in the Application and a CD, so we'll see if we can get "in" there sometime. They warned us that the next open spot, if we get in, is November 9th, so it won't be soon. Nor swarming with summer crowds, but it still looks fun, and, at least, different.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Keith at Yorba Linda -- 18Aug2007

Nice. Kinda quiet at first, but I slowly built up some rapport with the audience, and we were all pals by the end. It was actually kind of rewarding, because at first people were afraid to clap. Then some folks were clapping visibly, but not audibly. As we went on, they got braver and started clapping loud enough to be heard, which encouraged other people...

I didn't go too far out on a limb, but I did play "Still Crazy", (which I love to do (it's got great chords), though it doesn't seem to get much reaction), and some others. I've been playing "The Weight" a lot lately ('cuz it's good practice for strumming), so I thought I'd try that one out, but I ignored my marking of "capo 2" on the page, at my own peril. I wish Present Keith would trust Past Keith on this kind of thing, but I'd been playing and singing it all week with no capo, so I thought I knew what I was doing.

Unfortunately, I didn't, and I also forgot that my voice is just about exactly a whole-step higher when I'm in the café than when I'm at home. That includes being a whole-step "less low", and I was pretty bottomed out trying to sing that thing without the capo. *Now* do I believe me?!?

I also ended the night with "Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye", an underrated, oft-neglected classic that I think really works for me, though Warren seems bored to tears by it.

Towards the end, a little four-flock of Hispanic ladies -- all moms, daughters, and sisters -- came in and piled into the comfy chairs up close. They thought this/I was Pretty Cool, and were asking for whatever songs they recognized, mostly Willie Nelson and James Taylor. That was fun.

I usually put the tip jar kind of off and away from us/myself, to avoid making people uncomfortable coming up to it. Lately, though, it seems like maybe that "they can see me doing this" effect is helpful, not intimidating, so I put it right out front -- and made $23, a pretty good take for that place.

I hadn't even bothered to put the CD display out, 'cuz we haven't been selling any lately, and there's this controversy about the stores getting a cut, and I don't have many in "inventory" anyway. But as I was packing up, a guy asked me outright if I had any CDs with me, so I gave him one and he put some money in the jar for it. I don't think he put a ton of money in for it, though -- and I like it when the big tip totals seem to be summed from many small amounts, rather than a few people putting in big bills. Though big bills are nice, too...

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

K&W at Borders Tustin -- 5Aug2007

They're building a new shopping center on the now-closed Marine base in Tustin, and there's a huge new Borders. We campaigned for, and got, scheduled to play for the Grand Opening, which is the only Borders gig that pays money.

It's a nice store, huge, but the designated "Band Area" is really narrow -- shoehorned in between the side-exit "airlock" glass box, and a big square post in the café itself. This leaves about a 10-foot space for the band, which would be fine for one guy, but for the two of us, it was too narrow. We kind of cheated the configuration diagonally and got away with it, except...

My amp, to my left, was right up against the side door with its merchandise-control radar posts, which radiated out into the amp's circuitry, making a loud "whuh-whuh-whuh" noise. We had to quickly rebuild the setup, putting the amp on the right and the slave speaker on the left, which is fine except we're really used to what goes where when we build it the other way, and this was plenty confusing.

Anyway, the gig went pretty well after that. Lots of pretty nice people, and many of them left small tips, which is gratifying. I think maybe the tip jar itself was in a more-obvious-than-usual place, but it's hard to tell. I may have to experiment with that.

The General Manager, a late-20's, slightly punk kinda guy, sent over another guy to request "Mrs. Robinson" -- apparently after hearing other Simon and Garfunkel tunes. That was plenty unexpected, but I happen to have been poking at that song lately because of a Paul Simon TV special last month, so I dredged up what I could of it, and I thought it was a pretty acceptable job for a song I don't know. That was pretty fun, actually.

Then, at the very end, while I was making the "thanks for coming" announcement, a guy sent his little (grand?) son up to put some money in the jar, which was kinda up high for a 3-year-old, so his arm got caught in the jar and he pulled it right off the table, shattering it, and leaving a stack of crumpled money in a pile of broken glass. I just kept talking, and segued into "so we'll get a new tip jar and see you next time."

K&W at Bar Mitzvah Breakfast Party -- 5Aug2007

Two gigs in one day -- and both of them for actual money! (See next post.)

The first one was an after-bar-mitzvah breakfast party. A lady heard us playing at the Mission Viejo Borders in 2005, and asked us afterwards if we played parties, and when we said we'd love to, she said she needed a band in August of 2007. We thought she was a little crazy, booking two years in advance, so we said that maybe she ought to wait until it was a bit closer, and talk to us then.

And sure enough, a couple of months ago, she emailed me and was ready to book a date. Now that we understand that it was combined with her son's bar mitzvah, it makes sense that she knew the date so far in advance...

Anyway, she just wanted live background music, which is usually really annoying for me, but, for $75 each, we agreed anyway. Turned out to not be so bad -- there were 30 or so people, and they weren't being rude exactly, they were just having a family reunion with lots of talking and laughing, and we just played. It's actually a little tough, 'cuz it's hard to play when you can't hear yourself, but we managed.

Unfortunately, while putting the amp up on the stand, it pinched my fretting-hand big finger and raised a nasty blood blister. Luckily, I play with the tips of my fingers, so it didn't hit the string very often. When it did, though, I was mostly afraid that it would pop while I was playing and get blood all over the fretboard...

The people mostly just talked and laughed, but they were clearly listening also -- I caught the lady who hired us (Suzy) singing along from time to time, and after "Desperado" there was a little spontaneous round of applause. Suzy was suddenly conscious that clapping for that one meant that there *hadn't* been any clapping for the previous 15 songs, and said something about "they were *all* good, not just this one!" People were mostly appreciative, and several came up and said nice things at the end. We played two more James Taylor songs after most everyone had left, just so Suzy could sing, as she was clearly rearin' to do.

That may have accounted for the oversized $200 check she wrote us, $50 over the agreed-on price. Nice.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Keith solo at Yorba Linda -- 28July2007

Another fun night. There were lots of people in the comfy chairs already when I got there, and I was able to get them involved right off the bat. I got lots of requests from around the room, and a lady right up front asked for "Something in the Way She Moves", and yes, the James Taylor version. I gladly started playing it, and her little round husband took her hand, and they stood up and started slow dancing! Right there in the bookstore. It's not even exactly a "slow" song, but they faked it. Other than little kids, I think that's the first time I've gotten dancing...

After I got set up, I went and found the manager, and asked her if she had any special instructions for me. She asked me to stop playing around 10, and I tried to get that extended by telling her that it only takes me 20 minutes to tear down the stuff, but she wanted to be able to make the "we're closing" announcements without having to blast over me, which I suppose makes sense. I also asked if she needed me to take a break, but she couldn't imagine why she'd want that, though she said that "most of 'em do". I said that I'd just rather play through, and she was OK with that.

I did *not* ask her if she was sick of my "same songs" repertoire -- a (probably bogus) complaint we've gotten lately. But I did try to play some of the lesser-done ones from the list, when I wasn't playing requests. The requests tend to be the more popular ones, and force the set to be the "same songs", so it's hard to take the complaint seriously. Clearly the ever-changing audience doesn't care -- if there's a real complainer, it must have been either a "regular" or an employee. Neither of whom ought to have a right to complain about that -- what am I supposed to do, learn 30 new songs every month?

Anyway, it was a nice, mellow, fun gig. I was singing and playing well. My newly-repaired amp sounds good, though I should have noted where I had the reverb controls set at -- I have no idea how to adjust those back to sound right. But I tweaked that and the volume levels between songs and eventually got it close enough.

Toward the end, a pair of older couples (you know, my age) came in, clearly in a good mood. They asked for several songs, laughed at my jokes, and took a business card to check the schedule for next time. I wish they'd have gotten there sooner. And almost last, I worked in "Mother Goose", 'cuz there was a guy down front who knew it, and he was properly impressed -- he even came up and said so at the end, and recommended another Tull song, "Moths", which I've never heard of, but should look up.

And as I was out in the parking lot loading the amp into my trunk to leave, a lady pulled past me, rolled down her window, and yelled "Good job tonight!"

Thursday, July 26, 2007

K&W at Costa Mesa -- 21July2007

The gig went really well this week. My voice was in much better shape than last week in Brea, and we had lots of friendly faces. One couple came in to buy some coffee, noticed us, and decided to sit and listen. They were very into it (being big James Taylor fans), and even moved from their table to a closer one when it freed up. The big triangular display structure that usually blocks us from the Comfy Chair area was gone, so we had the luxury of playing to both those people and the café itself at the same time.

We got there nice and late -- partially on purpose and partially because of the OC Fair traffic -- and set up slowly, to avoid the "starts too early" no-no. We took the requisite Break, and I ended up talking to some of the Comfy Chair people, who were aghast that this was to be our last time playing there. One guy who's there every time we play immediately got up to talk to the manager. I'm not sure how inclined the manager should be to accommodate the desires of people who essentially use his store as a living room, but maybe it'll help.

We played to 10:00 and quit (despite no sign of the usual watch-tapping Manager Girl), and it occurred to me that maybe the manager had changed, as they do pretty frequently, and if so, this was our best and only chance to try to fix the black-balling. So we found him, a nice guy named Nick, and he said that he had nothing against us, and would call the district manager on Monday, after talking to his staff to see if there was something treacherous about us that he was unaware of. He's supposed to call me with the results of all that, but so far, nothing.

But, with some luck, we may get un-black-balled from there, which would be nice since it's becoming one of our favorite places to play -- and it's a heck of a lot closer than Brea and Yorba Linda. We recently discovered that we've been banned from the Mission Viejo store, too. My gasoline budget can't really afford us getting kicked out of all the close stores so all our $3-in-tips gigs are $10 away.

But, musically and audience-response-wise, it was a great gig. My voice was strong and accommodating, my mind was somehow sharp so my playing was good, and the audience was very friendly. Overall, a great antidote to how badly I felt after the disappointing showing at Brea last week.

I hope I can do as well as a solo at Yorba Linda next Saturday. A lot of it is on me, whether I can connect with some chunk of the audience, but a lot is also on random chance of who's there, and whether they're willing to interrupt what they're there for. If somebody is clearly listening, I get a lot braver to start talking and interacting, and it can be contagious. But I need that one starter...

Monday, July 16, 2007

Keith at Brea -- 14July2007

This was my first time as a solo in Brea. When I got there, it was very quiet, which makes it *so* hard to start up. So I played, and played some more, all to no reaction at all, except one guy in front who'd look up from his reading to clap quietly, most of the time.

It's very intimidating. I guess my insecurity needs the applause just to tell me that they're not resenting my intrusion. When this happens, I just tell myself to treat it like a dress rehearsal and play and sing like it counts. But once that no-applause pattern is set, it's pretty hard to break it.

So I played for a while, and took the Required Break. This kind of helped to break up the "song, song, song, he must be Muzak" pattern, and when I started up again, they seemed to realize that there was a person up there. One nice lady fetched up the list she'd been neglecting and asked me to play, of all things, "Octopus's Garden". And although the coffeeshop was almost entirely full, some new people had arrived and they weren't in on the unspoken agreement to not clap.

I also got to play my trump card: a lady with an 8-year-old boy came in, and after I played "You Got a Friend in Me" for him, I got him up to shake the shaker for "Jenny Dreamed of Trains". That always breaks the ice, at least some.

Then, near the end, amazingly, the guy who'd been quietly clapping two hours ago and had got up to leave, walked over and handed me a cold bottled water. He had bought me a drink! That's sure never happened before. I presume he was just being nice, and not reacting to my not-very-well-behaved voice of the night.

And when I played my last song and made my "gotta pack up now" announcement, there was a general (but quiet) round of applause (which has happened only a few times), and several people leaped up to put money in the jar! Apparently, despite my gloomy feelings about the night as it was happening, they were actually an appreciative bunch, just not a very demonstrative one...

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Geneva, Driving!

Yes, it's hard to believe, but Geneva turned 15-and-a-half in June, so we signed her up for a 4-day Driver Ed class, and she passed the test, and she now has her Learner's Permit.

On Sunday, I needed some stuff at Home Depot, so I let her drive me there -- first time. The class included some post-test driving instruction, so she'd had 2 hours with her teacher, and claimed she was doing really well. And she is doing OK, with a few exceptions. She as a little trouble staying in the middle of her lane, but she'll get that, I’m sure.

Her worst mistake was that she had apparently heard the part about being able to turn right on red lights, but missed the part about stopping first. We pulled up to an intersection to make a right turn, and the light was red, and she slowed down, apparently (to me) to go ahead and stop. I was about to launch into the "Look this way, now look that way" speech, but she just rolled right on around the corner!

I was so shocked that it took me a while to realize that she was just gonna go on around. Then, to make matters worse, when I recovered my senses and started yelling "Stop! Stop! Stop!", she just *didn't*! So we had a *very* stern talk about "When I say 'Stop!', you *stop*!", and went on to Home Depot.

Then, on the way home, she rolled on around another red-light right-turn! This time I realized that she just didn't know she was *supposed* to stop at red lights, so I made that part perfectly clear. Very, very, clear.

It occurred to me that the basic implied contract that I, the dad, have with Society is that I'll sit next to her, and I won't let her hurt anybody. That seems simple enough, but it assumes that she'll do what I tell her to do, when I tell her to do it. Apparently, Society has leaped to a untenable conclusion on that one, 'cuz she appears to be as capable of ignoring me yelling "Stop!" as she is when I tell her to clean up her room...

But she's pretty aware of what she's into, and I'm sure she'll be fine. I was basically proud of her, and a little sad, 'cuz it's certainly one of those "They grow up so fast" moments...

Monday, July 09, 2007

K&W at South Coast Plaza -- 06July2007

Nice. SCP is definitely my favorite place to play these days. It's the only one where we commonly get that "shoppers going by, hearing the music, and joining in for a while" effect that we're looking for. It tends to start out with a lot of Studying Kids, but as the evening goes on, some older people come by and some of 'em like our stuff, and they stop to listen. We had a couple of sets of those this time -- friendly, appreciative, involved people.

And that helps me two ways. I sing and play better when I know somebody cares, and if somebody's listening, I can talk between the songs. Or, possibly more accurately, if nobody's listening, I can't. And, of course, if somebody's listening and I'm talking, it tends to better involve other people, and it all snowballs into a fun night for us, and, hopefully, them too.

What was really surprising was three Asian kids that were there when we got there, with their notebook computers, working away on something. They never really looked up or joined in at all, but after probably 2 hours, they got up to leave, and they bought a pair of CDs on their way out! I sure didn't expect *that*.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Keith @ Yorba Linda -- 30June2007

A bit better than last week when Warren and I played this one together. The audience was a little more responsive, and I had some kids to play for, which always helps. When I first got there, there was a young family with two boys, one reading comic books, and the younger one (4 or 5?) pretty bored. I let him come up and shake the shaker while I played "House at Pooh Corner", and although he never caught the actual rhythm, he had fun and his mom appreciated it.

And later on, I had a Latino family come in and their little girl Marisela (8 or 9) was totally into it. She danced, applauded loudly, jumping out of her chair in what I came to believe was what she understood to be a "standing ovation". I got her up to shake the shaker, too, on "Jenny Dreamed of Trains", so she could try to do the train sound. She really got into "Love Potion Number Nine" and "Lollipop Tree", and was "dancing" to a lot of songs. Her dancing consisted of bouncing around, trying to mime the specific words of each line as they went by. For instance, she was "rocking the baby" when I sang "Here Comes My Baby" which was literally applicable, but not exactly right...

I was obliged to play with a fake fingernail again, but I explained to the audience that the curse of playing fingerstyle guitar is that you have to have those three particular fingernails intact all the time, and that I had shattered my middle finger's nail a few days ago, doing something that I can't recall but I'm sure it was very manly, and so I had to go buy some stick-on nails, which, unfortunately, the closest they had to "natural" color was Pink Pearl, which is not very close at all. I'm sure this explanation was well received by everyone, and nobody thought I was weird at all...

I never did spot anyone that I thought might be the manager for the night, so I couldn't ask about stopping time or the Mandatory Break. Out of new-found fear, though, I took my first Break, ever. It was kind of strange, but nobody else seemed to think it was odd, and nobody was particularly listening, or so I thought.

I wandered out to the Info desk and talked to the girl there, who couldn't guess why "they" want me to take a break, but she took the opportunity to ask if I knew how to play "Leaving On a Jet Plane", which, of course, I *could* play, but don't. A customer was over using the computer, and after a while walked over and said "Linda Ronstadt", which was apparently the answer to his unasked question about who originally recorded "Long, Long Time", which I had just done. I usually announce that song, but didn't this time, and it was apparently killing him to know who it was, so he used the store's computer to look it up. Coulda just asked me, but whatever. He also said that he thought I played really well, and did I know "City of New Orleans", another song I can play, and have played, but it's not in the book anymore, sorry.

Later on, when I was playing "Old Man" at some guy's "Neil Young" request, a college-age kid was watching me intently, and when it was over I looked over at him and he did the two-thumbs-up sign, with a kind of knowing look. That was cool, and as I was leaving, he happened to be in his car next to mine, and he opened up the passenger window, called out, "You did a really good job in there, sir!", and wanted to shake my hand. That was odd, and nice.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

K&W at Yorba Linda -- 23Jun2007

Kind of disappointing. I was never able to really connect with anybody -- they were almost all otherwise engaged. Or unimpressed...

We had one small funny incident: one of two seriously studying young ladies asked me to play "You've Got a Friend", so I did. But as soon as I started the intro, I could tell by their reaction that that's not the song she meant. Of course, I couldn't stop once I'd gotten started, but when I got to the end, I said "But that's not the song you wanted, is it?" The one she meant was "You've Got a Friend In Me" (from "Toy Story"), so I chided her a bit about hoping that she was being more accurate in her homework there, and played that one, too.

One of my sometimes-successful tricks for getting some kind of attention from a non-attentive audience is to play a noticeably-difficult or impressive song. This tends, at this point, to be "Scarborough Fair" -- people know it, and can somehow tell that it's tricky to play, and once I've played it, I get the (probably imaginary) feeling that there's a bit more respect in the room. This makes the subsequent simple songs go over better, presumably because they now know that I *can* play more impressively, but don't happen to be doing so.

Anyway, the only problem with that is that I (have to) play that one solo -- it's so concentration-intensive that if Warren plays along, the distraction is enough to completely derail me. Last week when our guest-harmony singer sang along, I got screwed up several times (though I was able to recover, astonishing myself in the process). Warren once told me that he didn't mind sitting a few songs out, but it still bothers me to do it, 'cuz he has to put his guitar down and walk away, and it's plenty awkward.

And this time, I played it early on in desperation, trying to get some reaction from these brick-like people. Then later in the night, I solicited requests from Tiffany the coffee-girl, and she wanted to hear, oops, "Scarborough Fair". I guess she can't hear us very well way over there behind the counter (or maybe she's just too preoccupied) and didn't hear it the first time. Of course, I can't refuse a direct request, especially from a store staff-person who we'll be seeing again. But doing that to Warren once a night is bad enough -- twice felt really uncool.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

K&W at Brea -- 16June07

This was only the second time I've played at the Brea store, though Warren's been there a couple more times with Jim. It's got a terrible layout for playing -- there's no decent place to set up and play, but we figured something out, kind of in a too-narrow aisle, back to the store. We end up pretty far away from the people back in the corner of the café, and I remembered that from last time, so I made sure to personally interact with them right from the start ("Can you hear us back there?" kind of stuff), to make sure that they were "in" the show.

While we were setting up a guy came over and asked when we were going to play, and what kind of stuff. I gave him a list, which he got pretty excited about, and when he saw "Bus Stop" he said that he'd come over and sing harmony, if I had a spare mic. I did, and told him he'd be welcome. He introduced himself (Dave) and wandered off, but came back over once we'd started, and, sure enough, after listening for a while, asked us to do "Bus Stop" and I fetched out the other mic, and we went to town. He knew the words, and sings really well, so we started hunting the list for more songs that had harmony in 'em.

Of course, I choose songs specifically that sound OK *without* harmony, but there were plenty that sure don't mind having the harmony in 'em -- and we played 'em all. It was pretty big fun. He was a little freaked about the fact that almost all of them had been transposed down, but it didn't seem to actually throw him in practice.

Then a group of high school girls came in and were *very* enthusiastic about us playing. One of 'em plopped down on the ground right in front, so I handed her a list, and when she saw "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", she 'bout wet her pants. Turns out she's a *huge* Harrison fan, so of course we played that one for her. I'm pretty sure that she and her friends were literally screaming (quietly) at the end of the songs. Unfortunately, they could only stay for a few, but they made the night even more fun.

Though he clearly didn't intend to stay there all night, Dave kept singing, and thanking us for letting him, until the very end. He sang along on most everything, and was gracious when there wasn't a part for him. We met up with him and his friend in the parking lot afterwards, and it turns out that he's a part of the local musician scene, and has been for a while. He and Warren knew a bunch of people in common. It could turn into some alternate playing opportunities.

So, overall, a great night. Certainly different, and that's a good thing.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Princess Campout at Campland San Diego, June 2007 -- Part 2

This campout also always includes the initiation/hazing of the incoming tribe chiefs. This is frequently a semi-disaster, 'cuz the idea is to embarrass/humiliate the guys, which is supposed to be fun, but it sometimes just comes out as mean. I remember once when Geneva started crying watching them turn a guy into an ice cream sundae, and it wasn't even me.

This time, my buddy Todd proposed that we "test their bravery" by making them sing in public. And, rather than bring in a karaoke machine (which was a disaster 2 or 3 years ago), I would be the musical accompaniment. Like the TV show "So You Think You Can Dance", but it was "So You Think You Can Sing Like Keith". This was genius because (a) my songs are already transposed into a more-singable by normal (non-tenor) guys key, (b) unlike a tape, I could (try to) follow where they were going, timing-wise, and (c) if they got really lost, I could help out over my head mic.

And it did work out really well. We had 2 or 3 essentially tone-deaf guys, but I helped them out so nobody completely crashed and burned, and some of the guys were pretty OK on their own. None of them were really ready to step up and take my now-vacant position as Nation Music Guy, but it was fun for everybody, and no permanent damage to any of the chiefs.

There was also a nice graduation ceremony for the girls (like Acacia) that are leaving Princesses. Since she's moving up to Trailmates, we aren't really leaving the program exactly, but we are leaving a lot of friends behind, and I won't be along to play at the Princess campfires anymore, except...

I'd really hate to lose those campfire times -- they all seem to love having me, and I surely love playing for all those appreciative little girls. So, I made it clear that I'd be happy to come back and play at future campfires, as long as they're at reasonably close-by campsites, and my calendar permits. I really just meant that I would drive out and play, and go home again, but I talked to one of the chiefs and he thinks that they could/should pay my way to the event, and have me (and Acacia) there the whole time. That's pretty generous, especially since he was talking about the expensive snow camp type events. We'll see what happens.

On Sunday morning we have the more serious ceremony, "graduating" the old chiefs, where the nation chief talks about what a great job each guy did in planning an event, or doing his Council job. I'm on the Council as the Web Guy, and he hit on that briefly, but mostly talked about the music job I do. This was met by a standing ovation from the nation, which was pretty nice. I stepped up to the mic and made a little speech, thanking them (or, more likely, their predecessors) for helping instill the courage in me to get up and sing, which led to my "career" in the coffee shops.

I also confessed that I had never bought the "required" leather Princess Vest, on which the event patches are sewn. The girls each have one, but I just kind of collected the patches, with nothing to do with them. So, earlier in the week, I bought a 20-foot piece of rope, which was just long enough to hot-glue the patches to, in chronological order, with a small space between them. I folded the "garland" up and wrapped it in some paper, and while I was talking, I had the girls grab one end each, and walk apart, stretching the rope across the front of the stage. The effect was pretty stunning -- I heard a lot of "amazement" noises as I talked about this being what 10 years' worth of patches looks like.

It really is quite sad for me to have to leave the Princess program -- even though we're moving up to Trailmates which is almost the same thing. It's been a really good device for keeping me from letting the girls' childhoods slip by even more than they have anyway. But, hey, they grow up -- there's no stopping it.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Princess Campout at Campland San Diego, June 2007, Part 1

Well, we had our last Princess event over the weekend; the annual end-of-the-year Family campout at Campland in San Diego. It's a "resort" campground, and we rent a pop-up tent-trailer for the weekend, and there's real bathrooms with hot showers, so the moms (and specifically, Daleen) will come.

Every year on Saturday morning, there's the Sand Sculpture "contest", where each tribe builds something, and is given some lame design-specific award for it. There seems to be an unwritten rule that those awards be as lame as possible, so even the youngest kids can see through the ruse. I've always wished that the chief/judges would at least try to make the awards less lame-jokey and more something the kids could be proud of: biggest, most creative, funniest, most realistic -- anything that could be taken as possibly referring to more than one entry. But I guess I'm done after 10 years, and I should just get over it...

For our first entry, 10 years ago, the guys (or should I say "boys"?) wanted to do a mermaid. This came out as you might expect, and I was feeling like it wasn't terribly appropriate, nor any fun for the kids, so I added a cartoon-ey octopus next to it. The cool part about the octopus design is that you can farm out each tentacle to 8 people or small teams, and everybody gets to contribute. They all look to me to do the finishing touches, but they get pretty close with just some guidance.

This time, I went for a more realistic style, and did more with the twists and curls of the tentacles than before. I had lots of help right at first, when I need a lot of sand moved into the main pile, so we had more finishing-touches time to do the eyes and get some variety in the tentacles.

It was an eventful weekend -- more tomorrow!

Monday, June 04, 2007

KC at Yorba Linda -- 01June2007

Playing solo is always twice as scary at first, but I settle into it OK after a while. It went pretty well -- there were lots more studying kids this time than we normally find at Yorba Linda, but it's the end of school, so maybe it was cramming for finals time. Still, I had several people listening and requesting, pretty much right from the start, so it was fine.

Side story: Back in the 70's, there was an arcade video game called "Tail Gunner". It was terribly primitive by today's standards, of course, but it was the only game that I ever put any of my hard-earned quarters into. It was a "sit-down" game, and you were the tail gunner of a spaceship, where your job was to shoot, using the between-the-legs joystick, three incoming bad guys that would fly in from the sides, dance around a bit, and try to "pass" you. If you let three past, you were out.

One time I was playing it, and a young kid came and parked outside, watching. This made me nervous, and I started playing pretty badly. He watched for a while, and said, "You're trying too hard." This was nail-on-the-head absolutely true -- he could tell just by looking. The cool part about this game was that you had to shoot those guys on pure instinct. You didn't have time to think, aim, and shoot -- you had to give up thinking. It was a "Zone generator" -- it required, and caused, you to go into the Zone to play it. When he was watching me, I couldn't zone out, and had to resort to "trying", which didn't work. I've never seen a game, before or since, that was such a direct path to that "use the Force" feeling.

Playing music is a lot like that -- for me anyway. At first, when I'm working on a new song, it's all mechanical, just getting the notes. But when I can relax, zone out, and let it flow, I'm so much better. And it's so much more fun.

Which leads (finally) to my mistake on Friday. I brought the video camera and set it up, pointing at myself. The good part is that it's possible to grab stills from the video where you aren't looking like a dork. The bad part is that I play badly. I want to have good, mistake-free takes for the movie, and I end up "trying too hard". I can't just let go and play, so I play worse, not better.

The temptation to bring the camera (or an audio recorder) is that, sometimes, it all goes magic. When it does, you think, "Dang! I wish I had a recording going!" What I finally realize is that the recorder is never gonna capture the magic -- the recorder *prevents* the magic.

So, yeah, I'm not that proud of the songs on the video. There might be one or two that are presentable -- hardly worth the trouble to convert them off of the tape. I'm gonna have to learn to ignore the temptation to try to record this stuff.

But I did have fun. It's one of the "open 'til 11" ones, but for the first time, people were actually leaving before they got kicked out. By 10:20 or so, there were only 3 or 4 people left in there (and the battery was dead on the vidcam), so I thought it'd be a good time to try out some of the new songs I've been practicing: "Still Crazy", "American Tune", "Girl", and even "Mexico". They all went OK, except "Girl" seems kind of uninteresting when I do it. It sounds much better in my head. Maybe with Warren playing along it won't be so dull.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

K&W at Waterloo Station -- 25May2007

Well, that was different, at least. Waterloo Station is a new coffee shop, just 4 miles from my house. Daleen noticed an article about it when it opened up, and the owner (Suzy) was soliciting "local musicians" to come play. I emailed her, and got a reply from her boyfriend Rick, saying that he knew all about us 'cuz he'd seen us play several times before, and that he'd be happy to have us come in. That was kinda cool -- being "famous"...

A lot of my local friends have never come to see us play, citing "too far" as their reason (or excuse). So I thought that this would be a great place to play 'cuz they could all come out. Luckily (or not) it occurred to me to check the place out in person before I sent out the "come see me" message, 'cuz the place is kinda small. So I sent out the message, but I didn't really push it.

I needn't have worried about my friends overcrowding the place, though -- none came. Not only that, no strangers came either. Well, almost none -- we had one very loud older guy come in and basically take over the place for 45 minutes. We just kind of stood and watched. He didn't even buy anything -- in fact, he was trying to sell some paintings to Suzy. And later on, a guy come in to buy a chocolate croissant, settled for a brownie, and sat and made a few requests and listened for a while.

Other than them, all we had was Suzy and her dad to play for, until boyfriend Rick finally came by towards the end. He's a big British Rock fan, and ran down the list naming lots of songs for us to do. In addition to being the "booker" for Waterloo, he's also a "local musician" playing open mics and gigs at other places, so he knows a lot about being a "bookee". As we were tearing down he and Warren had a long talk about places to check into, which might turn out really useful.

But Suzy (and her dad) and Rick seem to like us and our songs, so we all agreed to (pretend to) blame the lack of attendance on the Memorial Day weekend, and try again at some unspecified future date.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Pawnee Princess Campout at O'Neill

Since Sunday was Mother's Day, and we couldn't find any other less-crowded weekend, we had an Our-Tribe-Only campout for just Friday to Saturday. This one-night campout idea actually worked brilliantly. Since there were only 2 meals involved, we just had pizza on Friday night, and went out to McDonald's for breakfast on Saturday morning.

It saved us having to get groceries for 20, and drag out all the propane, stoves, supplies, pots, pans, forks, paper towels, etc., etc. And we didn't have to waste time cooking the food, and cleaning up afterwards. Clean-up from pizza is "Throw your paper plate in the fire".

It was also easier on the dads, 'cuz it's a lot easier to recover from one bad night's sleep than two, and easier on the girls 'cuz they had some weekend left over to get their homework done, etc. Not as much playtime, obviously, but, you know, enough.

It also produces a cool effect that Warren and I independently noticed about playing on Friday nights -- when you do something cool on Friday night, it makes it seem like a 3-day weekend. You do something fun, and then you have Saturday, and, although it seems like the weekend must be over, there's still Sunday left -- like a bonus!

I guess another thing that made this one-nighter seem a lot easier was that there was no Big Production Saturday Night Campfire (with me setting up the Whole Rig, playing, and tearing it all down again) and no Sunday Morning Assembly (with me setting it all up and playing again). I sure like playing for the kids and all, but it takes a big chunk out of my weekend to have to.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

K&W at CM - 05May2007

Pretty good night. The amp didn't blow up this time, so that's a start...

We set up really early, 'cuz we're getting used to getting kicked out at 10. Most places that close at 10 start the music at 7, so we're just treating that place as a 7-10er, even though officially it's an 8-11.

Downside of that, though, was that there was nobody there yet, so it was hard to get started, playing (and, worse, announcing) to an empty room. But it started filling in after a while, and people were tuning in. My voice, which, by my experiments singing in the car in the days leading up to the gig, was gonna be a terrible embarrassment (cracking and just cutting out), turned out to be the best it's been in many weeks. And at times, better than I can remember for a long time. I was hitting high notes, and had a kind of nimbleness that I haven't seen in forever. Truth be told, it was making me kind of cocky, and I took chances I won't usually touch. Fun!

The last hour or 45 minutes we had a kind of full house, and it seemed ridiculous to shut down just when the crowd had finally materialized and gotten in the groove, but the Mean Girl Manager doesn't see any of that...

We had lots of people come up and tell us that we were "really good", and one guy seemed to be telling Warren that he was gonna fix us up with a (presumably paid) party somewhere. We'll see...

Tried out the new "Girl", a Beatles song from "Rubber Soul". It sounds pretty good at home, but just kind of laid there in the store. I'll give it another go or two, but it may just not "have it". Shame, too, 'cuz it's a song where I actually strum (gasp!) the guitar, and it actually works.