In Aarburg Switzerland getting ready for tonights show at the Moonwalker club. This is the beginning of a 24 day European tour that will touch Switzerland, Germany, Belgium, France and Holland. Very happy to be out on tour again where my life becomes simple and all I have to do is get on stage and rip the neck off my guitar!!! I hope to see you all there and I know there will be a lot of laughs along the way.

An update on my new record "The Fight Is On" out in Europe February 2010 and the U.S. in March 2010. My first studio record in 2 years Heavy Blues Rock that will knock you out!

Thats it for now.

Popa

Congratulations due to bassist A.J. Pappas on his wedding to long time girlfriend Kate Olsen! I am at the Jersey shore till the 29th of August body surfing and soaking up the sun!

"The Fight Is On" Popa Chubby's debut for Provogue Records!

Recording and set up is for the new CD on Provogue records is still on the fire! 

4 new tracks written and recorded and I have been playing the Flying V again for extra rockness!!!!

Coming Highlights are Popa Chubby joins with the Kids at School of Rock on August 29th at Mexicali Live!

Vicious Country continues it's Rodeo bar series with shows Sept. 1st , 15th, and 25th.

And Popa Chubby's Electric Chubby Land Hendrix show comes to BB Kings Times Square Sept. 14

Love and Respect to you all, Popa

heres the latest on the new cd

I now have 10 tracks in the can.

1.The Fight Is On

2. Music Is My religion

3. We Got Some Rockin' To Do

4. Holes

5. Ace Of Spades

6. It's Over

7. Wicked Wanda

8. Greedy For Gold

9. Steel Horse Serenade

10.The Boys From N.Y.C.

I am considering either The Fight Is On or We Got Some Rockin' To Do as the title.

This will be my debut on 

Provogue records and release date is Feb. 2010

Cut a new round of tracks. First lot with Tom Papadatos/Drums, A.J. Pappa Bass and yours truly. This lot with Steve Holley on drums. Really spending some time on this one to try to get it right. I want more low end and more fat midrange!!! I want better songs and better arrangements. I'm realising more and more it's about simplicity, intention and balls. Simple parts well played!  Right now I'm working on a tune called It's Over. I did the demo myself with a loop. Now I just did some Dobro and Acoustic overdubs. Using a Rode tube mic through a Urie LA 610! Love this sweet warm sugarcandy sound. Very vintage!!!!

Now going down to do a guitar solo with a Les Paul through a Matchless.

Might try a few other amps as well. Always with a Sure SM 57 again through the LA610 or maybe a Neve Manley Combination. I love these sounds!!

I love you Dad, Happy Fathers Day

In the deseret

It smells like tears and redemption. Impersonal and unforgiving. I feel the spirits of the mighty. They read me las I drive. I feel my soul scanned as I enter the darkness, the smell of the chaparell pungent and cleansing as the desert wind blows still warm from the heat of the sun. I pass through the spirit gates as fear grips me in the darkness but I must not succumb nor deny. the true warrior is in the moment aknowledging without attaching. I am dirty, I am sin, I am impure but my soul and spirit are mighty and true and that is enough to please them.

No sleep in many hours my mind racing, my legs swollen from sitting without moving.

I've lost nothing and gained all and today I will be healed!

I awake in a small fit and realise it's later than I  would have liked. Slept 6 hours in the last 72 give or take 40 winks here or there grabbed upright in carseats or airplanes. I pone him and he meticulously gives me directions. I drive and find coffee and food thinking to by 2 small bottles of water because shit, it is fucking dry here. The combination of altitude and dry desert heat have already got me woozy.

I find his place after several attempts and buzz him from the chain link gate that surronds the beaten shack. It feels nuclear in the waste sense and completely devoid of poison at the same time. He comes out looking a bit older and much thinner then I had remembered and opens the lock. I soon find out the  fence is meant to keep the coyotes out and the many cats in. We embrace and go in. Inside it is barren and delapidated but this comes as no surprise for in all the time I have known him he always lived with little. SOmetimes in a contorl room or behind a stage this place is physically but a small departure. We talk as if it has not been 16 years and again we are familiar. We somke green buds from a glass pipe and the desert amplifies my high. And then we are driving in my rental car. The soundtrack provided by him is ideal for the journey. Psycadelic by definition the music works along with the weed and the altitude and then we enter Joshua Tree and I am swarfed by it'd majesty! It is vast and lush and dry and barren and fruitful all at once and I swear I can smeel the sea in the desert. We park and hike a small way maybe half a mile and squat beneath the shade of  a tree. I sit with him and talk and continue to smoke feeling the slight uneasiness that the slience and solem isolation of this place demands of me and the winds begin. They swell and moan and yes I can smell the sea sans' moistiure.

He has brought an umbrella to keep the sun off him and does not drink water. I am wearing a hat bare armed and have consumed my liter bottle almost in entirety. He lays on a rock covered by black umbrella as I walk 5 meters away and sit in quiet. And then the world stops and all I have ever known ceases to be. I am not who I am. I simpy am. I fight the panic of the death I am experiencing and let it flow. Emotionally, physically, spiritually. I am new and reborn. I can smell for the first time and the winds blow my soul back to me. I am silent as is he. We slowly realise it is time to walk. He has given me a great gift. He dosen't know it. He dosen't know it. We walk several miles. He eleads and I follow . He is ten years older and recovering from serious illness but he does not waver even when dehydration and sun have me feeling week and out of water. Finally we make it back to his place. I say goodbye and offer some gifts before beginning the drive back to L.A. and the flight home. I am fried. Deep fried!