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New Music/Musicians List – January 2014

When I find music or artists I dig, I beat them to death listening over and over.  Then when those have run their course, I go on a new search.  Now I’m on a search.  I’ve been using Pandora and Spotify to find new artists.  The genres I like are tough ones to find new music.  I love jazz, progressive jazz, and progressive “prog” rock.

Sometimes I find cool new artists on Pandora or Spotify and forget about them.   So here I’m going to keep a list of cool music and musicians so I can find them later.  Here we go:

  • Janek Gwizdala – instrumental, spacey, jazzy.  Has several albums.  Only listened to one so far.
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Jazz is not rap or 80’s cover tunes played with jazz instruments

The Red Door - Salt Lake City, Utah
The Red Door – Salt Lake City, Utah

The lovely lass and I decided we wanted to go out on the town last night.  We are always wanting to find some nice live jazz music to listen to.  We’d love to find a live jazz band playing some Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Louis Armstrong, Roy Hargrove, Wynton Marsalis, Count Basie, Dave Brubek.  This ain’t New York though.  It is Salt Lake.

We found a local club here in Salt Lake called the Red Door.  The Red Door is a martini bar downtown which boasts “live jazz” every Saturday night.  We were stoked to listen to some live jazz and, believe it or not, experience my personal first ever martini.

The atmosphere of the club was great.  Loved the mood lighting.  Very New York-like.  The martinis were frighteningly fantastic.

Jazz?

The live band looked the part.  A trio of acoustic standup bass, jazz guitar and a small drum kit.  The drummer was playing a Gretsch, my kit of choice.  The band also had the look, with their suit and ties…

But the music wasn’t jazz.  I didn’t hear one single bar of anything resembling swing.  Instead, the band was covering pop and rap tunes.  They played straight ahead 4/4 cover tunes of Doctor Dre, Macklemore, and from the movie The Breakfast Club, Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds.

Not exactly John Coltrane.

We didn’t stick around long enough to see if they played Wang Chung.

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Conclusion

If you’re looking for a great martini in Salt Lake City, check out the Red Door.  If you’re looking for great live jazz in Salt Lake, I’ll have to get back to you on that…

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Step Back To Spinal Tap

Greetings.  Yes, it has been a while.  I’ve been so involved in my other business ventures in the golf and web development worlds that my audio and gigging has reduced to a very small part of what I do.  Unfortunate in some ways, but good in others.  I do need to play more drums and I’d love to get a new gig, as long as I don’t have to rehearse every Tuesday and Thursday night with a bunch of drunks and stoners.

I’m posting today because tomorrow I’m stepping back into the twilight zone of music.  Back into Spinal Tap.  Here are the details as I know them at this point and I’m sure the story will get more entertaining as I do the gig.

I’ve been asked to help a very nice cat, a guitar player, mix his album.  I’ll not be mixing on my gear.  Oh no.  I’m going to mix at his place on his PARIS system.  He’s got an old Macintosh G3 running Paris.  Paris, for those who don’t know, is one of the oldest DAWs (digital audio workstations) out there.  The system was very nice in the day, somewhere back in the early 2000’s.  I made some great sounding music on that system.  These days I use Cubase 6.x which has far more capabilities than that old system by Ensoniq.

The Spinal Tap Part

I heard that the drum tracks are three channels: kick, snare, overhead (mono).  Um.  Shit.  That’s not good. The whole setup is max 16 tracks.  I fear that the original tracking quality will suck.  I fear some Radio Shack microphones and the rest. Half this session will probably be me trying to help this poor guy learn how to record music, setup mics and all that kind of thing.

I received a preview CD of the tracks, mixed and not processed, EQ’d, or anything.  The tunes are 80’s rock with some wailing guitars.  It is a guitarist’s project.  The vocals leave a lot to be desired and are very rough, pitch wise, performance wise and especially dynamically.

This guy is a nice guy and thinks highly of my engineering skills.  I’m sure I’ll be able to make his stuff sound much better than the original tracks, but I’m not going to be able to make it sound like Pink Floyd or anything like that.

More to come…

 

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Getting Some Lessons Soon

I did some web design and hosting work for one of the most renowned local drummers and drum/percussion instructors.  He is especially good in the jazz and Latin areas, areas I’ve not done a ton of playing in.  I’ve worked out a deal for a few lessons, when I’ve had some time to practice a bit and warm my old chops back up.  I’m excited to see what sort of new concepts I can integrate into my old rock basher arsenal.

I hope to do that soon and surely some reports will follow.

I’ve got the big Gretsch kit set up in the basement now.  Next on the list is to get a headphone setup so I can jam with some music.  I have about 10 headphone amps laying around from the old studio days so putting together something will be as hard as digging through some boxes.

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Lost one of my favorite clients

Rest in peace Kristen Merrill. Kristen was one of my best and funnest clients back in the studio days. Below is the obituary, because they obituary sites are slime bags and charge money to keep the piece up for more than a few days.  I’m not sure why they chose such terrible quality photos of Kristen. I’m sure they have plenty good ones to choose from…

Kristen Dalton

Kristen Maier Merrill Lewis Dalton (Byla Saliva)
Oct. 5, 1951~Nov. 21, 2011
Kristen Merrill, who could recite Lord Buckley and Tom Lehrer, belt out rock ‘n roll, write perfect parody, melt you with a smile or a snide remark; she-of-the-smart brain and the smarter mouth, who loved to party, who brought such wit to life, died and left all who knew her with an empty space in their hearts, but grateful to have shared her singular life.
The nut didn’t fall far from the tree. Her father, Charles Smith Merrill, was an eccentric entrepreneur. Her mother, Marion (Ronnie) Merrill, was a beauty and a celebrated wit. Kristen remained close to her mother through her high school years in Oakland, and through the years the two of them rented out apartments in their sprawling Millcreek mansion. Some of Utah’s most remarkable characters rented from Ronnie and Kristen, although none were as remarkable as they.
Kristen could sing. Aficionados will remember Rowboat, Steamboat, the Bel Aires, the Kristen Merrill band, and the group that was most like her, the Saliva Sisters. For thirty years, she was the wit, the provocateur and the booming, velvety voice of Utah’s most irreverent trio. She boldly took them where no girl group had gone before.
Kristen was interested in stuff, especially bugs and plants, and seemed to know something about everything. She held court at parties. She charmed strangers in bars. She was the funniest person in the room. She was the perfect eccentric aunt to her friends’ children. There were chickens in her yard. She should have written a book. She shouldn’t have died so young.
She is survived by her husband, Guy Dalton, who loved her deeply; her stepchildren, Nick, Aujelle, Anthony and Amanda Dalton; her half-sister, Nance (Steve) Kohlert, her brother, Mark (Linda) Merrill. She is preceded in death by her first husband, Kevin Lewis, her mother, Marion Merrill and her father, Charles S. Merrill, her half-siblings Mary Lou Lundquist and Richard and John Merrill.
Remembrances can be posted on Face book at the Kristen Merrill Tribute Page. You can also learn how to help defray costs of the service. Thanks.
A gathering to celebrate her life will be held Sunday, December 4, 5:00 – 8:00 at Pierpont Place, 163 West Pierpont Avenue (240 South). Service at 5:30. Open mike. Cash bar. In lieu of flowers, tell a joke. And, Kristen, we didn’t love you or nothin’