Thursday, September 4, 1997

First Set Feel Like a Stranger Pretty Peggy-O Cassidy Dire Wolf Little Red Rooster Second Set Tennessee Jed She Belongs To Me China Cat Sunflower-> I Know You Rider Samson & Delilah He's Gone-> Other One-> Wharf Rat-> Around and Around Visitor Last Revised: 02/07/06 Next Jam: Monday September 8, 1997

• This night was not to be like other Deadstein nights. About 1:45 p.m. I returned Larry Brent's phone call from work only to find out he is pretty sick and was not going to make it. Now he must have been pretty sick because he's has driven through rain, sleet and snow to get to a Deadstein jam. His last words to me were, "Why Don't you get Trister?"
• At about 1:46 p.m. I reached Trister on his cell phone as he was on I-95 in Connecticut and he was enthusiastic about the opportunity to play with us. He loves jamming and he felt like getting away from his wife and Deadstein is the perfect Bedrock Fire Department. I immediatley gave him the address, he made a quick right turn to get to his house and pick up his axe and amp and he was off to finish his 9 to 5 before heading into the Big Apple. It was wonderful how well that all went. A good day was turning into a great day. If I knew how to, I would have played the lottery.
• Lots of good stuff happened during the day and the Deadstein featuring Trister was the icing on the cake.
• There was virtually no traffic in or out. The last 15 month of my work paid off this morning as bid we were working on save the MCMUA an estimated $2.25 million over the next two years. To boot, I got a new chair from Kevy on my way home and in the word of Tony the Tiger, "It's Great!!!!!" I feel as if I can post all night.
• Besides Trister, the only real guest was Spillboy. He came loaded with Jack and no one minds a spill of that down your throat. I noticed there was a major spill toward the end of the night that I saw Freakboy clean but I don't know who was the culprit. If it was Spillboy, I would like to know.
• Speaking of Freakboy, It is rumored he was giving us some good stuff. I didn't see too much dancing but he was urging the drummers on at time and caught us all off guard with a late night donning on the skirt.
• It was a weird night because Larry provides much of the substance of Deadstein, and without him there there was slack to reel in. Trister handled the guitar part and Rich and I split the singing part. There were some real squeekers, but overall, the vocals were in no way a significant hindrance on the enjoyment of the night.
• Considering, we didn't have the stabilizing assistance of Larry, it is pretty surprising how solidly we played and how few problems there were.
• Got the new MXR EQ in the room but was tweaked well enough to be proper.
• Larry M. was asking for a Trister monitor during the first song, but I'm glad he had the patients for Andy to turn up the volume instead of Larry. As time went on, Trister found his space and I'm sure no one needed additional monitors to muddy up the freakiness.

• Mercados Italian food. The home of the six foot sub was Deadstein's Epicurean home for the night. New on the list, not outstanding but adequate.
• We ate before playing and it was a good thing because we played virtually the whole set list. Only stopping for a good reason.
• Heroes included veal, chicken and meatball parm. The meat was good, the cheese was good but funky and the bread was the weakest point. The salad was nice but the requirement of dressing it yourself limited much of its potential. It didn't have time to marinate.
• Rice balls with internal cheese and mozzarella sticks rounded the card. Cokes remained and the rumored bag of cookies never appeared.
• One thing the Stardust Dine-o-Mat taught me was to never over estimate a restaurant's first impression.

• The Stranger may have been the weakest song of the night. Sounds, tempos and even my newly strung were using the song to get accustomed to the atmosphere In addition, there wasn't enough freakiness going on.
• We rectified all of the above by the Peggy-O and it was pretty, quiet and pretty quiet (mutually exclusive of each other). Rich sang it. The lead was unbelievable. There was one point during it where it was going along beautifully and during the duration of to chord changes Kevin and I basically stopped played, listened for a bit as the lead perfectly closed out the silence as we all joined in. It was one of the many magic moments.
• The Cassidy smoked, I sang it. The jam was hot, relatively short and not as frantic as a standard Deadstein Cassidy. The whip worked and the reprised without a surprise.
• I sang Dire Wolf. It was a real challenge but I pulled through. The lead was great to take a part of.
• Rooster had some really good Trister moments. I sang it and also took a normal lead, not a slide lead. The entire second lead went one round too many. Other minor faux-pas included Trister only taking one round of lead during the two round first lead. Rich also made a similar type of minor glitch. Even with these minor flaws, it was smokin'.
• No matter how comfortable this great chair is, it's 1:30 a.m. and I'm getting tired. I going to just post segments for my memory herein below and will hopefully substitute the fragments with complete sentences.
• The Jed had structural flaws in format as we entered the jam after only 2 rounds of verses. The jam itself was good. Rich sang
• She belongs to me was sweet and quiet.

• Considering there were glimmers of Fall outside, it was relatively warm inside.

Name: KEVIN
Date: 9/5/97
Time: 8:49:27 AM

Comments

First of all, the absence of LarryB was noticeably apparent, and I hope all is well. Second;...WOW! It was an action-packed nite of Nouvo-Deadstein. It started with a 10 block/5 avenue walk with my guitar and accessories from my store to Scotty's, there was not an available cab in NYC. I had urged Freakboy during the day on the phone to make sure he had an adequate energy level and a Kind attitude, with a desire to give 100% participation for the jam, but when I got to WWI, Freakboy was passed-out on a conference table, surly, and unwilling to make an effort to help set-up. Damn him. Spillboy, on the other hand, was cooperative, helpful, and came bearing gifts. God bless him. The PA was the next issue at hand. TheGind brought a MXR EQ, I brought a mic and reconfigured the effects. The net result was positive and pleasing. I thought the PA was sounding good. I brought in a second amp, and Bi-amped my set-up. Now my Bass sounds the way it's supposed to; big bottom - crystal clear top. With the set-up out of the way, we jumped right into eating. Scotty and Freakboy started eating first, and were talking-up big the Heroboys. I thought nothing of it till I took a bite of my veal parm--It was good! Real good. Unfortunately, TheGind stole 1/2 my hero and before I could make a move on the meatball parm, I got distracted and lost it to some other Freak. From the first notes of the Stranger, I felt good and knew that the nite was going to flow effortlessly, and it did. I disagree with TheGind about the Stranger being bad, the drumming was great and the groove was deep. That Trister kid sure gets his point across poignantly. During a lead in the Peggy-O , I had to laugh out-loud, because he was so genuinely sweet. At some point in the 1st set I did see Freakboy dancing, and I have to admit when he does dance, he dances well. You could see everyone was really enjoying themselves and the music. It seems as if we are finally settling-in. I do have to mention that sometime during the second set, Freakboy whipped-out the dress, and gave us a dancing exhibition that would have made Paula Abdul envious. It was good. He had this epileptic-Mick Jagger-thing going that really mesmerized me, I couldn't take my eyes off him. If only he could harness that power for good.

Name: Freakboy
Date: 9/5/97
Time: 10:08:30 AM

Comments

Larry Brent was dearly missed. It is not the same without him. I'm glad that Menaker will be able to join in for half of the Monday jam being that he'll be playing in his Michael Packer project on Tuesday at Le Bar Bat on W57th St. That Trister guy though is fabulous. The Stranger was quite good. The food was prepared by Manganarro's of 38th Street (9th Ave.) It was awesome. Scotty ordered me a Veal Parm hero and it was sensational and scrumptious, truly scrumptious! Oh, you, Scotty Scotty Gibson, Scotty Scotty Gibson I love you. The fresh mozzarella oozing out of my hero has me fantasizing of heading there for lunch today. I don't think I can wait for Monday to taste some of that unbelievable food again.

Name: Scott
Date: 9/5/97
Time: 6:17:25 PM

Comments

Thank you Jonathon for those kind words. I to enjoyed my hero immensely. I only wish that they would have included a menu for the future ordering and placement on the menu area of the homepage. Moving on to the jam...... The feeling of energy that was going through my body was immense. Everyone played with such power,yet played with intense consentration. Highlights definettly included Peggy - O , Cassidy, China/Rider Stranger. Thanks to Mr. Trister for sitting in on such short notice. Monday is right around the corner, See you then.

Name: Larry G.
Date: 9/5/97
Time: 11:49:51 PM

Comments

I heard a good deal of the tape and it is great! Bravo.

Name: Larry G.
Date: 9/6/97
Time: 9:37:52 PM

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I just heard the remains of whatever was not cut of the Starnger. It encompassed the ending vocals and the jam and I must take back any negative commentary I stated about it. It was unbelievable and hardly a blemish. It was quite exciting.