This Week with the Band: Takeaways

We played a great gig the other night at Kappler's Bar and Hotel in Patchogue. A quaint and clean place as bars go, literally just south of the railroad tracks.

Takeaways from this week's performance with the band:

• I am much more comfortable playing and singing out in clubs than before. People were three feet away from me and it didn't bother me a bit.
• My amp can sound fine, and so can everybody else's. But we have to have a dedicated sound person out there covering our mix. Can't rely on just the goodwill of our musician friends.The mix was good, but some anomalies arose.
  
• The crowd loved our uptempo numbers. In a short set like that, don't drop down that energy with something more obscure and slower, like we did right in the middle of the set this time.
• There are so many wonderful, talented folks out there, doing just what we did. Getting together under the auspices of our promoter/host to perform because we love it. Some of the attendees blew me away with their singing and playing ability, and inspired me to work harder at both.

Our next gig is Saturday, August 8th, at Bartini in Babylon. (bartinibar.com). Another short warm up set. More lessons to be learned. More nice people to meet.

2008: Mission Statement Partly Accomplished

Several years ago, during a time when I was diagnosed with a chronic illness and "underemployed," I wrote a mission statement for myself. As I wrote it, I realized it was okay to aspire to be a serious "creative," because in doing so, I could share the benefits of these activities with my children, broadening their horizons at a young age in a way my I never did. Here's an excerpt from what I wrote:

"To renew a sense of value in my life, bring me back to the true interests that have been with my throughout my life and career, and draw my family, friends and those who experience my work into a world of creativity and humor with me. To allow my family, friends and associates to enjoy the social, cultural and spiritual benefits of this life, in the hopes that they also will be inspired to be creative and effective. To create cultural works that will be of lasting value and inspiration."

In the time since, I have taken a few shots at this. I experimented with some standup comedy for a while, and worked on some television commercials, corporate videos, a "mockumentary" and a horror film.

I continue to pursue opportunities in all these areas. But above all, I have come to realize that music offers me some of the most promising opportunities to achieve my mission statement objectives. I have been a musician since I started playing bass guitar with my friends at about age 14. Many years have passed, and while I have had the guitar out on and off, actively playing music has not been a part of my life.

In that sense, 2008 had already been a great year for me. I took a shot answering a Craigslist ad for a guitarist, and thanks to the welcoming Andrew Camarco, Bob Muller, John Cunningham and John Esposito, I am part of a great band - Triple 7 - whose motto is: "If I ain't having fun, I'm done."

And we are having fun. I'm learning new music, expanding my musical abilities, and meeting great people. My bandmates are all passionate about expanding their abilities and playing out, which we've done a few times now.

However, my hosts for last night's New Year's Eve bash, the extended Camarco family, could not have known how important last night was to me. Because it offered the opportunity to close out an already great year by having my kids see my band play for the first time. One of the goals of my mission statement.

Well, due to some weather and other logistical problems, some members of the band couldn't make it. But Andrew, our drummer, and his nephew Brian, a former member of the band, were available to do drums and bass respectively. At Andrew's prodding I grabbed the nearby guitar (Brian's Fender Strat - thanks Brian) and we jammed a few songs - while the rest of the crowd did what I understand is classic Camarco Karaoke.

From afar I could see the kids watching. And clapping along. Singing. Connor had already received some free drumming lessons from Andrew earlier in the evening. (He just started taking guitar lessons this year.) Later, during a break in the action, Kevin and Connor would sit while the rest of the Camarcos sang some other tunes. Kevin would also grab the mic for the first time, and just make silly noises into it, uttering his trademark hearty laugh.

It didn't matter that daughter Emma would throw up on me later that evening. (She's fine now.) Nothing could "dampen" my spirits. I had, to some degree, done what I had set out to do several years ago. It has been a long, twisted path. But here I am, thanks to some good luck and some great people.

And there are more fun gigs to come in the months and years ahead. And more improvement of my playing. We'll see how far it will take me and my family and friends.

My success here has also given me the confidence to pursue more of my goals. 2009 will hopefully bring more successes.

I also found out this week from my doctor as well that my chronic illness ("Crohn's Colitis," as my doctor unconventionally calls it) has eased off so much, that I won't need to be checked out so frequently. I am extremely fortunate to have what appears to be a "mild case" as she described it.

It started to get milder around the time I wrote my mission statement.

I don't know what the future holds, medically, or musically. I pray a silent prayer every day to a darker God than that of my childhood that I and those I know and love will escape tragedy. But I am deeply grateful for the good things that 2008 has brought. And more hopeful for the future than I have been in some time.

Confronting the Guitar Gods in My Basement

I've been playing the guitar for over 20 years. On and off. Sometimes highly motivated and sometimes not.

Lately, I responded to an ad on Craigslist and joined a band with a great bunch of guys.

We play a lot of classic and hard rock: Rolling Stones, Judas Priest, Stone Temple Pilots, Ramones, Tom Petty, etc. As we work up a set list of 30 songs, and prepare to play out live, I've never wanted to practice more. It makes a huge difference to have people around with similar passion, driving you forward as an "artist."

So, of late, I'm down in my basement, at all hours of the night, using a Korg Pandora PX4 to rock out into headphones without waking the family. It's an awesome device, with lots of effects, modeled speaker cabinets, drums and bass to accompany, in different keys and tempos if you want.

Now, I'm studying and playing the chord changes, and the solos of many great players. Mountain's "Mississippi Queen" has been assigned to me for the solo. I've got most of it down now. I don't care that some little kid on YouTube can play it already. Or, that there are fifty other kids there showcasing their Van Halen chops. I'm on my own journey.

I'm somewhere I've desperately wanted to be for many years. I played as a teenager and it was a great time. After that it was hard to meet normal human beings to practice with. So, I just listened intently for many years, and stared at all my transcription books, the jazz standards, the stack of lesson tapes with my old teacher who loved Larry Carlton and Sonny Rollins, and wondered.

I'd pick it up from time to time, but if you want to rock, you need a band. Finally, I made a move.

Now, I'm not only learning the songs, I'm also re-learning the brilliance of my beloved artists from a new point of view, that of technique. The subtlety of their musical phrases, the fingerings of the strings to get just the right sound - so easy to screw up! -- just adds to my appreciation of music I already love. And I want to keep learning until I'm 100.

Because of this, and because the band mates are a great group, all of my problems seem so much smaller. I leave every rehearsal feeling great. It's the kind of thing I read about in Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way." Doing "creative" stuff, and being in a "creative community" is just something you have to do. And I've not done enough of it these many years.

I'm not going to let time pass like that any more, and I don't care if it leads me to perform in nursing homes and jails. That's not the point.

Many people who know me, my wife included, laugh somewhat incredulously at my enthusiasm. To look at me is not to think "rock and roll."

But, when I am alone, staring at the transcriptions, and noticing for example, how Leslie West takes a simple blues lick and turns it into an exquisitely fat, emotional guitar wail, and then I duplicate it, that knowledge is now deeply a part of me. And I know who I really am, and I don't care what anyone else thinks.

Photo used under Creative Commons license courtesy of Tres.