Carroll's 55th Street
Carroll's 55th Street
One
More Wednesday night at Carroll's taking the slow elevator up to the ever
evolving sixth floor. While a bit cold outside the air was
still and it turned out to be a pretty nice night. On this Wednesday night
we were located in the larger studio up front, one we have not yet been
in. Carroll's
finally got the knobs for the $6,000 doors but they didn't come close to
sealing out the sound from the Cuban band practicing next door. I
can only imaging how loud we were to them.
Trister blew us off at the last minute to get in one
last tuna fishing expedition for the year. Fortunately, Alan D., fresh from a trip
to Amsterdam, was vibing just right and was able and willing to fill in for Andy. We had Scott
join us for the 3rd week in a row and the groove between the two drummers
in really beginning the mesh nicely. A nice solid, yet under control
rhythmic foundation is appearing under our melodies.
We
started strong with a nicely paced Bertha. To bad Coffee forgot to
hit record on that number so we will never know how good or bad it
was. Coffee had a few technical problems on the recording so we
didn't get everything. In addition we also lost the Scarlet
Victim to some type of Archos hard disk corruption error. The
missing of the Bertha was some type of Margolis neural corruption error,
or in other words, he forgot to hit record.
Alan
next requested a Scarlet which we did very well, slowly but under
control. We then transitioned into a Victim which was way too slow
and a mess for the most part. We then transitioned nicely back into
the Scarlet to end that little jam which gave some additional satisfaction
to the whole thing.
The
Brothers and Sisters felt pretty good as did the Terrapin. That was
well executed. Brotman surprised us all as he started the Hard to
Handle out of a jam on a Hey Bulldog. The Here come the Sun and the
Let It Be both seem to turn out better than everyone expected.
We
had the nice 5 song segue that was all pretty good except the Other One
had problems getting under way. The Dancin in the Streets
was better than I expected. We closed with the Saturday Night on
Wednesday night just to prove that we could. Actually maybe it
proved that we really couldn't. But we could.
Speaking of couldn't, in the world, Yasser Arafat finally died in France tonight. The
inventor of modern terrorism has a lot to be proud of. May he have
vivid memories of all his accomplishments as he rots in hell. On a
more civilized note, the little old guy of Carroll's enjoyed his 69th
birthday tonight. I saw him on many occasion peering his head
through the windows in the $6,000 doors and even rocking his head back and
forth a few times. What a way to spend your 69th birthday but
watching Deadstein through a small window. We should have let him
pick the setlist. There was no real food at the jam, a French black
cherry sucking candy, but that was it. I didn't even eat anything
else. Luckily I have tomorrow off to celebrate Veteran's Day.
I day to celebrate the accomplishment of our armed services as they forged
forward on their assault on Falluja, a soon to be former terrorist safe
haven 35 miles from Baghdad.