August 2010
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Kenny Edwards
I met Kenny in 2005 through Brian Joseph. We did a couple shows together at the Freight and Salvage in Berkeley and Don Quixote’s in Santa Cruz. I was starting to tour more, and was hoping to find some new venues singing with Brian. Brian hired Kenny to play guitar and they had become close friends. We met up in the attic of an old roadhouse my friends were renting. The third story overlooked...
“No Tears” by Kenny Edwards (Lila...
April 2010
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Our Relationship
Some things we take for granted. Daylight. Roads. Each other.
It’s interesting to think that while we walk through life with unrealized expectations of ourselves we have them also, and perhaps more so, of each other. The audience /performer relationship, for example. I have a friend who quit a gig with an artist saying he couldn’t handle how abusive he was to the audience. Audiences are a...
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Run For Your Life
My sister and I used to have dance contests in our bedroom. When she would dance, I would judge. When I would dance, she would judge. Contrary to how this might sound, there was something eerily objective in this exercise. We were dedicated to the task at hand. When we were dancing we were the embodiment of the music blaring out of the boom box. When we were judging we were (albeit 10/12...
November 2009
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September 2009
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June 2009
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May 2009
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This Song Was Writ Through Twit
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TYODS, The Clean Version (Top to Bottom)
LilaNelson I would love to hear some Marvin Gaye.
MikeDronkers It’s a dark and sunny day.
LilaNelson When even playing is for play.
claire_reynolds@MikeDronkers @LilaNelson What if everyday was this way?
LilaNelson Pray on, prey on, pray on, prey on: what comes first, the beast or the song?
claire_reynolds@LilaNelson Is this hunger right or wrong?
LilaNelson I’ve been reading “The Gambler” before...
April 2009
2 posts
Ask Not What Out Art Can Do For You...
Several weeks ago, A-town friends Russ and Mark were down in O-town for a show. Mark being a self proclaimed Cline-head, Russ being what Nels describes as “the 5th non-silent member of The Nels Cline Singers” and me thinking, “These guys know more about my cool new town than I do,” I insisted on coming along for a night billed under the name Trevor Dunn—you know, “Mr. Bungle”—a former...
February 2009
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Tom Petty, if you sue me, know that I employed a...
Dear Blog,
Nowadays, and I hope Tom Petty will forgive me for noticing, I Don’t Come Around Here No More. Not because Facebook and Twitter are sexier or because they have solved all kinds of existential problems in an all-the-kids-are-doing-it kind-a-way—problems that the daunting task of turning a phrase on your behalf, only exacerbated. While the other problems I made into songs or used...
January 2009
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November 2008
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What's Green and Makes You Boring?
You have nothing to say. This is when Scott Miller would heckle himself (and you) from the stage, “Dance monkey, dance!”
That was Saturday night at Glen Park Station. Greg was kind enough to let us take his car since mine blew its mind (aka head gasket) a few weeks prior. Another speeding ticket later (Christ, what is the hurry, Ms. Nelson?) and we were on our way. The officer was...
October 2008
2 posts
Carpus
Two weekends ago I ventured up to Oregon and Washington to do the work of the singer. What is the work of the singer is the work of the driver. What is the work of the driver is the work of the bookkeeper (and so on…). My books are like bees, not easily kept. But when the honey is sweet it’s well worth it.
Seattle was sweet honey. I got to a hotel. Was overcharged. The shower...