I returned to ct from NYC at the beginning of the week after a great weekend building and tracking at the Bunker Studio in Williamsburg, ready to get back to work without the stress of grad school (which doesn’t start up for a couple more weeks).
Then Tuesday around 10:30, I received a call from my friend John, co-owner of the Bunker: “what is your B3 doing this weekend, and can John Medeski rent it for a gig and session at the Bunker?”
Me: “what?!? Of course!”
I spent Wednesday rearranging my schedule, and Thursday morning I was off! I stopped in to see Dave at Goff Professional to fix an issue with my Leslie. Not only did he fix a rattling driver, he tweaked the percussion, repaired a busted tone wheel, and cranked it up to about 13! He is the best!
I was back on the road by 11:30. I had to stop at the Bunker to grab some gear I had forgotten, and then it was off to the club for sound check. Medeski is a great guy and seemed to dig the organ and my collection of effects. It’s really great to get to sit back and hear someone of his caliber play my gear. We actually made the organ sound dirtier! Now I get a second to relax, enjoy some coffee from Grumpy, and head to BKLN for dinner with Evan before I need to head back for the gig. It isn’t until 12am, so I have some time.
If anyone reads this and is around, you should head down to Le Poisson Rouge tonight!
I have a confession: despite all of my training brewing caffeinated beverages, apparently I am incapable of operating a simple folded cone filter. My kitchen task was immediately downgraded to unwrapping butter. Sigh. (Julia is giggling gleefully in the background.) Double sigh. However I did prove my prowess at milking goats.
We went to bed late after a schmabulous concert, reception, and a midnight snack. I was in bed by 2am but had to be up for 8 for brunch. It was so wonderful finally performing with Julia for a rapt home audience. It was great to be in a room full of the warmth and friendliness I love in Julia, and obviously that was a big part of her upbringing. Despite the early hour Julia’s dear friends from New York, who had just come down for the concert, came to breakfast further reinforcing Julia’s magnetic charm. After discovering the goat cheese was home made, Idit and Steph wanted to see the goats and we had a impromptu milking lesson for the City folk (see pictures). Then after some sad goodbyes to our hosts, Farmer Chris and Leslie, it was back to the car for the trek north.
Ten thousand million years later we’re still in the car…