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Wednesday, December 17, 2008 

Category: Music

Today "When Strangers Say Hello" was named as one of the ten great albums of the year by The Asbury Park Press.

The folks over at iTunes must have heard about it because the entire album is finally available for download!!

You can read about it here: http://jerseyshore.metromix.com/music/photogallery/10-greats-of-08/829876/content

"Anyone who's ever caught Fiumano live knows the kid is a natural performer. And he proves he's got the skills to match on "Strangers."  The young singer/songwriter displays an energy and forwardness rarely seen in the contemporary folk-Americana genre. Local critics (myself included) have likened both his songwriting and vocal chops to that of an early Neil Young. Find out for yourself by picking the disk up through iTunes or Amazon.com."

-- SB

Currently listening:
Once We Were Trees
By Beachwood Sparks
Release date: 2001-10-09
Wednesday, September 03, 2008 

Category: Music

Anthony Fiumano and The Medicine Chest
CD Release Live @ The Saint,
July 26,2008

I can remember first meeting Anthony Fiumano a few years back and recall being somewhat intrigued by the gangly kid with sunglasses, cigarette, and the big Martin guitar.I had once been quoted here as saying that Fiumano was "poised to take his genre to its own gritty level" and while that's sounds kind of highfalutin', I think that call was pretty accurate, as he has come so far as both a writer and a performer. And part of that journey has been to transition into a band endeavor as many soloists eventually do.


Early formations were a test run of sorts and you could tell he was searching, trying to put it all together in a non-conformist way. That isn't easy to do, believe me, just because you have drums, bass and guitar up there behind you doesn't mean that it's going to be a good representation of who you are. It takes lots of determination, practice and forethought to pull it off right. Especially when everyone seems to prefer the performer as a solo. But for this Saturday night record release, Fiumano was ready and so were his top-notch Medicine men.


The Medicine Chest is made up of some of my favorite musicians in the area. Guys like Tommy Strazza, who can lay back behind Anthony's vocal or tear it right out of the floor Tele style and Eric Safka on The B3. What can you say about Safka? Every band that sees him onstage has to have a B3 guy in the group after that, it's just the way it is. He's responsible for backing many of the top groups in New Jersey.It's just a matter of time before Eric is on the big stage. I hadn't met bassist Mike Parker or drummer Eric Novod, but they both rounded out this highly capable band with style.


Watching Fiumano with this band was sort of like watching someone ride a rodeo bull. Watching him lead his band through a solid set had me laughing out loud and saying "All right Anthony!" Fiumano might look like a kid, but he possesses the aura of someone who's been up there for 20 years. The release of his new album When Strangers Say Hello introduces Fiumano's new live sound in a forceful direction while still retaining some of his acoustic signatures that got him noticed in the first place.


"When Strangers Say Hello" is a solid intro to the Medicine Chest. Produced by Jerry Collier, the record is smartly done and features some older stuff as well as new tunes with this current band. Great additional steel man Bob Egan (Wilco, Freakwater and Blue Rodeo) tracked on one of my favorite cuts titled, "The Year Of the Flood.
" Egan's ethereal groans of cold rolled steel support Fiumano's plaintive vocals and bell clear acoustics with a solid arm as Fiumano paints his picture of hard times in a non-forgiving scenario of worldly existence.


Another favorite of mine is one of Fiumano's older tunes, "Queen Of Diamonds." A laid back folkie waltz in the traditional vein of Tweedy or Young, it pulses along with sun drenched harmonicas and one of the toniest guitar leads I've heard in a while, courtesy of a guy named Marty O'Kane, a guitarist I don't know but intend to meet soon. Another highlight on the record is the aptly named "Myths And Strings" which uses call and response vocals and shimmering truck stop guitars to lead the band into the fray, kicking in with a rock cacophony in the vein of Soul Coughing with Fiumano's vocal taking on a Billy Corgan-ish nuance and bringing him to a very different corner of the ring than he's been accustomed to in the past.


"Darlene," a solo number, somber and clever, with the line "You've read so many books you only dream in ink," which is classic Fiumano in this "get away" love song hit."Restless" is another great tune that reminds me of good-era Tom Petty, with its guitar vamped verses and roughly hewn vocal wails, Fiumano gets his point across and shows us all that while this may indeed be a big, big band, he's in control and on a roll. There are many other great songs on this disc and I can only say go get one. You'll be glad you did.


I have been quoted by Anthony in the past, and I hope he uses this next one too because it's an accurate statement. Fiumano and The Medicine Chest manage to control several compositional styles and still retain the original essence of his folk beginnings, and that ability has paid off in the form of packed rooms and pillaged CD racks throughout New Jersey. Nice job Anthony. I also want to mention opening act The New Rick Barry's who were exceptional. I look forward to hearing more from Rick as he steps into a whole new set of great tunes and with a tour on his horizon.


For further information head on over to myspace. com/anthonyfiumano.


- John Pfeiffer

Currently listening:
On the Beach
By Neil Young
Release date: 2003-08-19
Tuesday, August 12, 2008 

Category: Music

TORCH AND TWANG

Guided by the autumnal torch of country-rock patriarch Gram Parsons, Milltown troubadour Anthony Fiumano steps up to the Americana pantheon with his debut release, a melding of folk, soul and country that respects — and transcends — the sound coined by Parsons as the "cosmic American music."

On "When Strangers Say Hello," released July 26, the singer, songwriter and storyteller and his band, The Medicine Chest, intertwine a collective of dusty, road-spun yarns haunted by an aching sense of wanderlust and a wisdom far beyond their scribe's 22 years.

"There have been points where I was only playing in a band, and then for a while I was only playing solo," said Fiumano, who handles vocals, guitar, harmonica and percussion on the album. "Truth is, I'm not really completely happy doing just one; I need the other. Playing solo shows helps me out with the band and vice versa. Each has a completely different energy."

Fiumano croons with a wounded swagger that, backed by the band's bittersweet ebb and sunny, hook-laden flow, calls to mind the Golden State country-fused rock of Parsons' Flying Burrito Brothers and the Byrds, Poco and, most noticeably, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.

"Actually, the songs were all written before I started playing with (The Medicine Chest)," Fiumano said. "Some of them I did have in mind to be recorded with the band; others made the transformation to being full-band arrangements. Some I pretty much kept the way that I wrote them.

"I reserved a couple of them that I felt really didn't need to be touched. I wanted those songs to be a good representation of what I do acoustically. So there are a couple on there that stayed very minimal."

The album kicks off with "Lucky Numbers" and "Born to Crawl," a pair of rousing odes to the lonesome mistress of redemption that play with the dusty power of vintage Heartbreakers.

Like any memorable debut, "When Strangers Say Hello" gives Fiumano ample chance to wear his inspirations on his proverbial sleeve. The outstanding "Queen of Diamonds" has a distinct Wilco feel, and "The Year of the Flood" could be a cover of a lost Woody Guthrie tune. Fiumano even gets some Led out with the Zep-inspired "Myths and Strings."

Although his rendition of the folk tune "Old Blue" could stand a little less polish, "The Information Age (You Don't Have To Go)" and "Rubbernecker" are proof that the young guitarist isn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

Even more impressive is the uncanny concord between Fiumano and The Medicine Chest, a rotating lineup of musicians that on this album features Mike Parker on bass, Eric Novod on drums, Jerry Collier ..boards, Tommy Strazza and Marty O'Kane on guitar, Bob Egan on pedal steel and Pat Bridge and Gerry Rosenthal on backing vocals.

"Certain members of the band are permanent, some are semi-permanent, some rotate from show to show. It keeps things interesting that way," Fiumano said. "You bring somebody new in, someone who's hearing and playing it for the first time, and that helps me because I'm in a position where I'm hearing things through a fresh set of ears. I put myself in their position, and it's almost like I'm playing the song for the first time.

"Musicians come in and each plays a little differently. The color of the song changes a little bit and keeps things interesting for us and for the audience."

-Steven Bove, Asbury Park Press
August 8, 2008

Currently listening:
Carney
By Leon Russell
Release date: 1995-10-10
Thursday, August 30, 2007 

Category: Music

So, I recently did an interview with Joeseph Hannan of The Signal, and he published an article in the latest edition. So check the article out here at:

http://media.www.signal-online.net/media/storage/paper771/news/2007/08/29/Entertainment/Fiumano.Summons.Folk.Legends.On.Debut-2941041.shtml

They couldn't print the interview in its entirety, however, you'd like, you can read the unabridged version of the interview the article was based on right here:

Please describe for me your musical upbringing and background. What got you into song writing? When did you start writing songs? How long have you been performing them?

Growing up, I was immersed in music as far back as I can remember. My father was always in bands and they'd be practicing in the basement and I'd be sitting on the steps, taking it all in, kind of amazed of how it all came together. There was always music playing, always instruments around.

Also going to church as a little kid. The church we went to had live gospel music, with a whole band playing right next to me. I can remember being three years old, sitting there with a toy guitar in church and playing along with the band, I thought I was part of it, I wasn't there for any kind of message, I was there to jam.

I started to write songs a few years ago. I already knew my way around the guitar a bit, so it just came as an extention of my playing. After I had written a few songs, I started playing them for peple, mostly at my high school or at friends' houses. At that point I had no intentions of ever becoming a singer because I couldn't even carry a tune. But I liked singing my own songs, so in a way I was forced to figure out how my voice works.

To me, an Anthony Fiumano song, at the elemental level, conveys an endearing image of home-grown music. It is, essentially, the essence of the singer/songwriter genre. What is your creative process? How does one of your songs take shape? About how long does it take?

My creative process is to kind of not have one. Writing songs is something that just happens to me. You listen to a lot of writers talk about their process and some of them talk about just grabbing a lyric or melody out of the air. It's almost as if you're a big antennae that's waiting to get hit by a signal. Sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn't, and when it does, sometimes it feels right, and sometimes it doesn't. My songs are the ones that just felt right to me. That's not to say that I don't get inspired by something, or that my songs are completely non-topical, but my inspiration is more subliminal. I'll finish a song, read it over, and go "Oh, yea, this song is about this or that."

A song like "The Year of the Flood," I wrote in about ten minutes. Others I had to put down for a while and come back to, they just took longer to take shape. Some writers have a very different method. They're trying to get to the chorus before the track gets to the 0:30 mark, or they're working with a formula and slaving over a hook or bridge. I don't really get too caught up in that kind of thing, I think it's obvious if someome listens to my music. A lot of the songs don't even have choruses. Some of them are six or seven minutes long. I write a song, and if I like it, it's done.

The folk rock genre is particularly expressive. Structurally, it seems to be particularly limitless and often times difficult to classify. I suppose the underlying theme could be a minimalist approach to song writing. What makes it so appealing to you? Creatively, is it a less restrictive genre? Would you describe the genre as timeless?

The songs are minimalistic, but at the same time, it can be unbelievably complex. That's one of the things that first drew me into playing folk music. It's organic and pure and just feels important to me. It's something that's been around a lot longer than me, and while I don't consider myself a folk musician, there is a folk component to what I do. I never really thought about whether or not it's more or less restrictive than other genres from a creative standpoint. I don't find it any easier or harder to write a folk song than a rock song or some other genre.

I don't think you can really debate the timelessness of folk music. It's been around for so long. When you listen to folk music, a lot of it feels timeless, but I don't think that's unique to folk music, I think just about any kind of music, and any kind of art, can be timeless. That's why we talk about dead musicians in the present tense.

Your music has a distinct vintage appeal to it, and it seems that you draw inspiration primarily from sixties folk acts? What acts in particular have inspired you to create music?

I do draw a lot of inspiration from the music of the 60's and 70's. It was a great time for music, and if it wasn't, people wouldn't still be listening to it. Kids are picking up Beatles and Pink Floyd records every day. There were less "regulations" back then, and I think artists in general felt a little less pressure on having immediate success. So their music was more honest and lasting.

Now, record companies and the music business in general are spending a lot less time and money nurturing the artists and will dispose of them quicker and it shows in the music. The musicians themesleves have been caught up in the rush to make that "quarter profit." That's not to say there's not good music coming out now. Great songs are written every day, but you have to know where to look to find it.

The people that inspire me are the people that are making honest music, outside of any restrictions. Growing up, Led Zeppelin, The Who, The Beatles, Hendrix, The Stones, and all those classics, all made me want to pick the guitar up, then once I did I fell in love with the Blues. I'd play along with Muddy Waters albums. Then I started listening to a lot of folk-based music. I've kind of gone through this chronologically backwards progression, but it's cumulative, I never got into something new and stopped listening to what I loved. My music collection has taken on a life of its own. I love the blues and old country music, R&B, classic rock, modern rock, some jazz, you name it. This has all made me appreciate where things are coming from, you can see the way music has evolved and then it makes it easier for me to place where I fit in.

Among your influences, you cite Jeff Tweedy as well as Wilco. Wilco has seemingly dabbled in every genre while maintaining folk rock/country roots. "Sky Blue Sky" resonates with elements of jazz – talk about musicianship. How have Jeff Tweedy and Wilco inspired you? Do you see yourself experimenting with genres in the future? Do you think it's important to undergo constant musical evolution?

It's funny that you mention the "Sky Blue Sky" record because it's in my CD player right now. Wilco is one of those special bands that don't really come around too often. Like all the really great bands of the past, they were never afraid of reinventing themselves and that's what keeps things interesting from album to album. Jeff Tweedy is a first-class songwriter, and of course that's at the heart of what they do, but musically there really aren't two Wilco records that sound the same. Sonically, they've been considered experimental and cutting edge, but at the same time they've put out two albums of Woody Guthrie songs. They're not afraid of following their own inner-direction. In a way they've beaten the system, because unlike a lot of other bands that have been around a long time, they haven't made any concessions. Not to mention, I've had the pleasure of seeing them live a few times as well, and they're just an incredible live act, so they embody a lot of my aspirations, even beyond the record making.

I think it's important to reinvent your music, but I also feel like it's important not to force that reinvention. It has to be a natural progression. The record that I'm making now is in a way a comprehensive look at where I am now. There's folk songs of corse, but there's also a few hard rockers on there. And just as the new Wilco album is tinged with jazz in some spots, some of the songs on my record are tinged with country, R&B, blues, psychedelia, etc. I've always experimented in multiple genres because my tastes were never one-sided, so most of the different music I love is represented somehow in my own.

Lyrically, your songs are in no way lacking in potency. To me, they're a window into the modern world from the perspective of a twenty-something, and consequently, highly relatable. How do you go about writing your lyrics? What do you tend to deal with thematically?

My lyrics are an extention of my songwring. I think when people first hear my music, the lyrics are one of the first things to grab them. Sometimes I do get a certain inspiration and write a song about something. Sometimes I just scribble and they come out cohesively. Most of the time, it just happens. It's not a thinking process for me. The thinking process begins after I write something and I'm trying to understand what just happened.

In this reflection, I find that a lot of my songs deal with luck and life. I write about rejection and acceptance. I write about paranoia and perserverance. I sing about my friends, family, aquantences, and strangers. I'm inspired by the passion and the fear that I see in the world and this terrible war. The haves and the have-nots. The information and the disinformation. The rubberneckers and the restless. The things that we all see everyday. I just feel the need to write about it.

In what direction are you taking your up-and-coming full length-debut, "When Strangers Say Hello"? Where have you been recording? What has the experience been like thus far? What would you like to see/hear in the finished product?

"When Strangers Say Hello," is a very unplanned record. A lot of bands really spend a lot of time mapping a record out before they record, and that was never my approach. When I play with my band live or when I'm writing a song, I have a very "let's just play and take it from there" attitude. I didn't really see a good reason why I should have a different approach in the studio. What it comes down to is that I play music, and regardless of whether the microphone is going to a P.A. system or it's going on tape, I'm playing it more or less the same way. Bands used to record like that all the time and that practice has kind of fallen out of favor in a sense, but for me, I felt like that was the right way to make this record.

I'm making this record with my band in an intimate basement-studio. Jerry Collier was cool enough to let us come in and use his place to make the record. This is the first real record I've ever made, and it's been a real learning experience. I'm used to a live atmosphere, and in that kind of setting, there's an energy between me and my audience. Even if it's not a big crowd, I put a certain amount of energy out there, and they give it back. It becomes a ping-pong game. I'm used to that always being there, and in a recording studio, that is obviously absent. So, in a way, that's a challenge for me because the audience that I'm playing for is probably miles and months away.

I'm hoping that when this record comes out, it's an honest depiction of what I can do live, because at the end of the day, I'm really a live performer. There's not going to be a whole lot of bells and whistles, it's just the songs the way that I hear them in my head. It's easy to get a little carried away with all of the technology available, but I've avoided that and I'm confident that this is the most honest record I can make. I think people are going to hear that and I think they're going to recognize it.

I know that before you had a backing band, you performed mostly solo and acoustic. Does this take a certain amount of courage? Does a solo performance, due to its stripped-down nature, have a more personal appeal? Do you prefer to perform solo or with a band?

In the past, I've had experiences playing with a band and without one. They're basically the same, but the nuances of each are very different. You are definitly more exposed in a solo performance. There's no noise to hide behind, every mistake is obvious, and at first, you do feel the pressure of "carrying the show" all by yourself. However, you can connect with your audience in a way that you can't with a rock outfit behind you. The lyrics come across better, and people get to hear the songs the way that I wrote them. In a way, you're more free to take the songs someplace else.

When you're playing with a band, you can't get to carried away, because you have to play together, you can't throw in an extra chorus or change the tempo out of nowhere, or anything like that. However, you're in a position where you're playing with a group of people who you can bounce off of musically. This kind of opens the songs up and you can take them to the next level. It's a very different energy, onstage and with the audience.

What it comes down to is that when I'm playing solo, there's more of a performer-crowd dialogue and when I'm playing with a band there's more of an on-stage dialogue. Both can be beneficial and both can be negative, it depends on how you use them. I don't really have a strong preference, it kind of depends on my mood.

A critical element to the presentation of a singer/songwriter's work is a live performance, which is often enhanced by a backing band. How did you go about selecting the members of your backing band? What did you look for in terms of musicianship? Is there any band you utilized as a model?

I've been playing solo for the last year or so and have recently been in a position where I could form the band that I wanted. I don't look at them as a backing band, because I don't place myself ahead of them. My band, The Medicine Chest, consists of members of other bands that I admire and have always wanted to play with. Some of them are old friends and some of them are new friends.

What I look for is people that are at that next level of musicianship but know that the most important thing is to get the song across. I'm a songwriter, so of course, I'm looking for people who are going to play for the song, but at the same time, I think musicianship is important. I can honestly say that my role in this band is as a singer and a songwriter, as far as musicianship goes, these guys take my visions and make them a reality. Playing with them makes me play and sing better and it makes me want to write better. Right now my band consists of Chris Smith from The Chilling Details, one of my favorite Jersey bands. Eric Novod, who's played with many bands in the past, is on drums. Mike Parker, my bass player, has been playing with me since we were in high school. And Eric Safka, from Paperback Radio, has been playing Hammond Organ with us, and he's one of the most talented musicians I know. They're all really easy to play with. I think most songwriters make the mistake of going for "the backing band." That's a valid approach, but I always want my band to play with me, not for me. That's how The Medicine Chest works.

It seems to me like the New Jersey music scene is both dynamic and inspired. With bands/acts like The Gay Blades, April Smith, Readymade Breakup, The Molotov Cocktails, Val Emmich (the list goes on)…it seems like the Jersey scene is on the verge of musical supremacy. Where do you see yourself in the context of these acts and the New Jersey scene? Do you feel as though there's something about the state that lends itself toward great music? What are some of the challenges particular to the local scene?

Well, the bands that you've mentioned are some of my favorites. I think some of them have names that the whole country will be hearing in the future. I've done shows with all of them and feel priviledged to have shared the stage with some of them. I think there's something special happening in New Jersey musically, especially in the Asbury Park/New Brunswick scenes. However, not taking anything away from New Jersey, this is where we live, and this is where we see the local talent. I think people all over the country see their own local talent and think it's special. And it is. There's great "underground" music happening everywhere and it's important that, whereever you are, a person should go out and support the musicians in their community, regardless of whether they're a musician or not. Every person has the option of going out to a club where there's a CD playing or to a club where a band is playing. Go and support the band! It's not a chore and it's not a favor. Find a band you dig and support them as much as you can. You're going to have fun, and at the same time you're enriching our collective culture.

When I started playing music, I was focused on playing my own music and trying to get as many people as possible to hear it. Of course, I'm still doing that, however, I now realize that this thing is bigger than myself. There's many talented musicians and songwriters doing the same thing. So that's where I fit in. I'm a contemporary of these artists, but also an advid supporter.

This particular scene of New Jersey faces the challenge of being in one of the most densely populated regions of the world. Furthermore, the local scene is so dense that there's multiple music scenes within New Jersey and New York, and a musician needs to focus on becoming a part of all of them. A band in Idaho doesn't exactly face this challenge. There's less going on in certain areas of the country, so if you're band has a gig at a local bar, that may be the only thing going on within a twenty mile radius that night. Here, musicians really have to work to make sure that people are going to see them because there may be three or four other things going on that night on the same block.

A career in music is often difficult and lacking in glamour, but there is no doubt that it can have its rewards. Do you view yourself as a career musician? What do you think some of the biggest challenges are for an up-and-coming musician? What advice would you offer to anyone looking to be a songwriter?

There's no doubt about it, being a musician is not always glamourous. Thanks to our media, it's often portrayed as a party lifestyle. In a way it is, but I've also played shows and had to sleep in the back seat of my car all night. It's no Ritz.

If you want to be a musician for a living, you have to work for it, just like anything else. I can speak for any serious musician when I say that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. And regardless of my situation I always will make music, however, it takes a lot to make music at a level where you don't have to also have the dreaded day job. You're constantly encountering unsympathetic cut-throat club owners, abyssmal financial situations, long hours, and a multitude of other problems that most people wouldn't put up with. But then again, most people aren't as passionate for what they do. So we all deal with it.

And to the aspiring songwriter. As cliche as it sounds, everyone needs to simply be themselves. Even an undiscerning audience will be able to tell if you're trying to be something you're not, and that's the kiss of death for a musician. Don't worry about what people will think. If you like it, someone else out there will as well. If you put your soul into your music and you change it to sound like someone else or because you have a bad experience then why are you doing it in the first place? You also have to have a tough skin. You're going to have good nights and you're going to have bad nights. Everybody does, even the best, and we all get hung up on it, but you still do you're thing. I'm not one to really be giving advice, but if you really love it, you won't need any, because you'll keep doing it, and you'll learn it all on your own.

Currently listening:
In Person at the Whisky a Go Go
By Otis Redding
Release date: 23 June, 1992
Friday, December 29, 2006 

"Light of Mine"

I like sweeping up at night and when strangers say "hello"
There's broken bottles everywhere
Grafitti in the snow
You can drag me home and tell me all I need to know
Light of mine

We were bandits long ago
The money wasn't bad
And when policemen found us out, it only made you mad
I think of all the things we stole and all the fun we had
Light of mine

We were shipwrecked, cursed for sure
Floating in the fog
Driftwood saved our lives that night
We came here on a log
You knew that there were falls ahead
You dared me triple-dog
Light of mine

I invented science
I was pardoned of my sin
I never shook the feeling
My attire is my skin
It has not worn or faded but it has not broken in
Light of mine

I watched you late last dinnertime
You dropped a burning seed
You blamed it on the earth and things the fever made you see
I walked in all out of luck
Another mouth to feed
Light of mine

Currently reading:
The People of Paper
By Salvador Plascencia
Release date: 01 June, 2005
Saturday, September 02, 2006 

Current mood:  drained
Staring at a question mark
Faking Jesus and parading in the dark
Spent the evening cruising for a spark
But there's no highway to the sun
When morning comes again, Darlene
We'll reach out and take a piece
Oh I swear this shadow's not your enemy
Believe me, I believe in you, Darlene

I've always wondered what you'd think
You've read so many books you only dream in ink
And everytime you let it go it sinks
Down some sad familiar page
The words are softer now Darlene
So make adventure out of me
If every chapter ends in misery
Believe me, I believe in you, Darlene

You seemed a little unimpressed
You left a message on a pack of cigarettes 
So no one talks about how good it gets
And I really want to know
There's no telling now, Darlene
Those wheels are begging for concrete 
Are you thinking of someplace you'd rather be
Believe me, I believe in you, Darlene

I build a stranger in my mind
I paint some pictures but they never come to life
If fixing you is like sharpening a knife
I'll have nothing more to say
They'll turn on Channel 17
And watching from the window seat
They'll say "Hey, I think I know you from TV"
I'll say, "Believe me, I believed in you, Darlene"
Currently listening:
Heroes of the Blues: The Very Best of Skip James
By Skip James
Release date: 09 September, 2003
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 

Current mood:  pensive

OK this all started back a couple of months ago in Asbury Park. It was my first time doing a show there since the band, and I'm loading all my gear inside. I walk out to my car to grab my guitar and my CD's when I notice there's a large gentleman running at me from across the street and he's yelling. The first thing that crossed my mind was, "Oh shit I'm going to get stabbed and he's going to take the $7 I have in my wallet and I'm going to be 'that guy' that got killed for 'only' $7."

Didn't get stabbed. When he was within normal talking distance of me, he saw that I had a guitar in my hands and he proceeded to close in on me.

"You play rhythm or lead?"

"Well it's just me, so it's not really either, I guess."

"Dooooo you play rhythm or lead!?"

"Rhythm," I said hoping that he'd just move on and let me get inside.

"Mofucka, I have cerebral palsy!" he gradually kept getting closer as I kept gradually moving away from him.


"Oh."

"Now I got a question....who is the greatest guitar player ever to play?"

"Well, uh...I guess...um...probably..." Being a music nerd, I immediately starting giving serious thought to the question.

"Jimi Hendrix!?!" he was yelling.

"Yea, Hendrix was....." I was in the process of agreeing.

"WRONG! Eric Clapton?!?"

"Yea, he's..."

"WRONG!"

He named about half a dozen other prominent guitarists in this fashion, making a suggestion and then shooting it down as if I had been the one to throw the name out there in the first place.

"Give up!?"

"Yes." I was hoping that the conversation was ending so I could go inside.

"DAVID GILMOUR MOFUCKA!"

"Oh, yea he's really good." I was forcing myself to laugh as I walked away. "OK thanks, see you later." (still have no idea what I was thanking him for)

"Wait hol' up a second." He grabbed my shoulder and nudged me back into the position I was standing in. By this time he was close enough that I could smell his breath. He had very few teeth.

"Now you DO know who David Gilmour is, right?"

"Yea, sure. Pink Floyd."

"That's my nigga. I swear to God that white boy could play the guitar. No white boy ever made my foot tap like that mofucka."

I started walking to the door. "Yea, he's a good player....Listen, I have to start playing soon and I...."

His hand went onto my shoulder again. "The great thing about David Gilmour is that he always knew what to play. Boy, that mofucka makes my foot tap!"

He went on like that for a while. I started to join in, being a fan of David Gilmour myself, I got kind of caught up in his enthusiasm.

"You know that 'Wish You Were Here' is David Gilmour's favorite Pink Floyd album?" I asked.

"Yeah." he replied, but I could tell by the look on his face that he didn't.

We talked about David Gilmour and Robin Trower for a little while until I came to my senses and realized I need to get inside. It seemed like he was waiting for a very long time to have this conversation with someone and he was glad he was finally having it. Eventually, he took his hand off my shoulder and I walked to the other side of my car to get my CDs.

Out of nowhere he screams, "I AIN'T GOT NO TEETH!" He pulled back the corners of his mouth with his hands to show me just how few he had.

"Oh."

"They call it ridin' the gravy traaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiinnn, yeeeeaaaaaaaa" He starting singing "Have a Cigar" by Pink Floyd at the top of his lungs in the middle of the street.

"Man listen, I'm 47 years old. I gots Cerebral Paulsie. Do you know who my father is?" He had a look on his face like, "this is gonna be good."

"Um... No."

"Haha, me neither. You seen the mofucka?"

Once again, more nervous laughter on my part.

"You my daddy." He stuck his finger in my left shoulder.

"I don't think so." I said.

"No. No. No. You see, where I'm from, lots of us don't know who our daddy is. So when we meet someone, we just claims them on the spot. See?" He spun around in a full circle pointing to lots of imaginary people. "You my daddy. You my daddy. You my daddy. You my daddy." He was getting delerious.

"Ask me where my mother is."

"Huh?"

"I said, ask me where my fuckin' mother is at."

"Where's your mother?"

"I don't know where the bitch is at!!"

I didn't even bother forcing myself to laugh at that. "I really need to get inside, I...."

"MONEY! Get away....." He was singing again. He put his hand on my shoulder and started leaning on me. His body was sort of bent in weird places.

At this point I was just standing there thinking "What the fuck am I doing standing out here with this guy." I started to think that the door wasn't that far away. I could make a run for it.

"Oh man, that David Gilmour."

"Yea, he's a good guitar player."

"Listen mofucka, I'm gonna give you some good advice so I want you to listen. You listenin'?"

"Yea"

".......Listen........"

"OK."

"When you playin' tonight. You wait, wait until the timing is right....and here's what you do.........I want you to play a solo."

"Yea, OK. I'll do that. I'm gonna go inside now.."

He grabbed me by the shoulder again. "No, no, no, listen to me! People remember guitar solos. People don't walk away from a concert saying how much they liked the singer. They walk away saying, 'Damn that mofuckin' David Gilmour can play the guitar."

"Yea I guess so."

"Promise me that you're gonna do it."

"OK I will."

"Ask me when the last time I got laid was?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Listen, I have to go inside now, really, I'm supposed to go on soon, and....."

"I haven't gotten laid in so long I traded my dick for a crowbar." He exploded into laughter.

I was perplexed. He was genuinely enjoying himslef.

"Listen........you know........I ain't got no teeth." He said it very matter of factly, like it was going to be the beginning of another train of thought, but it got derailed before it had even left the station.

"Yea."

At that moment a younger guy walked by us. He was smoking.

"Hey you got an extra ciggarette!" The guy I was talking to grabbed the kid by the shoulder. When he realized it wasn't a cigarette, he let him go. He wasn't happy. I wasn't comfortable.

I opened my car door on the passenger side. We were standing on the sidewalk. I reached into my car and pulled out a small carton of my CDs to bring in with me, if I ever actually made it into the building. He saw the CDs and it looked like his eyes were gonna pop out of his head.

"GIVE ME ONE OF YO TAPES!" He grabbed the entire carton out of my hand, took one out, and handed the box back.

He looked at it for a while, sang about half of Dark Side of the Moon, and then opened it up.


"So, this yo name on this?"

"Yea that's me."

"You know what I'm gonna do, since we had such a nice conversation and everything...You know what?"

"What?"

"Late at night. When no one's around. I mean, like real late. I'm gonna come on back over here with my spray cans. And you see the side of this building?.......Mofucka, you see it?"

"Yea. I see it."

"I'm gonna spray yo name all over the whole side of this mofucka."

"Well, that's probably not a good idea, if someone......"

"MOFUCKA! DON'T YOU TELL NOBODY!!"

"Alright, I won't say anything."

"I knew it. I knew there was something special about you when I saw you across the street. I says, 'This mofucka knows his shit.' You know, niggas love rock n roll too. Shit, we invented it. But I can tell you a nigga. Deep down inside, you a nigga. I can tell."

"Oh. OK, thanks, well I'm gonna go inside, enjoy the CD man."

"Shit. I will man."

I started to walk inside.

"Hey YO! Hol' up."

I stopped and turned around.

"Remember.......do the solo."

"Yea. I will man, take it easy."

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I walked inside and soon after, people started filing in. I tuned up in the back and did the show.

Everything went good. No guitar solo though, I felt sort of bad for breaking my promise, just beacuse I feel bad if I break a promise, not because I actually ever had intentions of doing it. I went on last so when I finished playing, everyone started to get ready to leave because it was a weeknight and it was starting to get late.

My parents came out that night, so they came up to me to say goodbye and everything, then they left. About five minutes later I get a phone call from my mom. I'm thinking, "She must have forgot something." So I answer my phone.

"Hello."

"Ant, we're walking outside...and out of nowhere this crazy guy comes up to us..... He told us he had cereberal paulsie and he tried to sell us your CD."

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I packed up my guitar and the rest of my shit and said my goodbyes to the people that were still hanging around finishing their drinks. I walked outside to find a couple in a car. They seemed to be horrified.

Sure enough, my buddy from earlier in the night had both his hands on the hood of their car, blocking the way out, physically preventing them from pulling out of their parking spot with his body. He turned around when he saw me come out and his face lit up. It had been hours since our conversation.

"LOOK THAT'S HIM!" He started pointing at me. He looked at the couple in the car, who were getting impatient, and repeated himself.

"Well, that's the last time these people are ever going to come and see me play again," I thought to myslelf.

I walked to my car and pulled away before he could come over to me again.

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They had Pink Floyd on the radio while I was at a convinience store the other day, and the guy was right, David Gilmour is an incredibly underrated guitar player.

That's the moral of this story. Go and listen......