Last night was another great night for the Soulcial. Marc, Jason, and I spun for about three and a half hours and threw out some great sets. I tried to record the whole thing using my laptop, but the thing is so old and decrepit that Cool Edit couldn't keep up, so it came out all skippy and choppy. Not usable. Too bad, that would have been a good three CD's full of killer stuff.
A few good friends were there for us, and that is always a great thing, and the most wonderful and lovely Susie was there as well, smiling at me every time I started a song she recognized, and chattin' up my friends. The Soulcial is a ball, and as far as I'm concerned, she's the belle of it.
I got to do one decent length set (about 45 minutes) early, and another short set (about 25) at the end of the night. It's fun to be the closer, but also kind of odd to be playing when all the lights are on and there's hardly anyone left in the bar.
Aretha Franklin - Son of a Preacher Man
Honey Cone - One Monkey Don't Stop No Show (I'm sort of adopting this as my theme song)
Jackson 5 - I Want You Back
Bernie Hayes - Cool Strut Part One
Dobie Gray - The "In" Crowd
Edwin Starr - Agent Double-O Soul
Arthur Conley - Sweet Soul Music
Sam Cooke - Sugar Dumpling
Otis Redding - I'm Coming Home
Etta James - Miss Pitiful
Freda Payne - Band of Gold
Ike and Tina Turner - Bold Soul Sister
Dyke and the Blazers - Uhh
Phil Flowers and the Flower Shop - Like a Rolling Stone
Dean Parrish - Tell Her
Eddie Floyd - Big Bird
Clarence Carter - Snatching It Back
Frankie Karl & The Aviators - You Should'o Held On
Betty Wright - He's Bad Bad Bad
The Temptations - Get Ready
Ellie Greenwich - I Want You to Be My Baby
Shirley Ellis - The Clapping Song
Shadows of Knight - Shake
Chairmen of the Board - Pay to the Piper
Johnnie Taylor - Just Keep On Loving Me
Freddy Scott - Are You Lonely For Me
Mary Wells - Bye Bye Baby
Today was band practice for This Year's Model. It's sounding better and better every time. We started practice with a run through "Pump It Up" and at the end I was feeling pretty damn good about it. famousmark is singing lead for that song and let me tell you all something about that feller: He fucking rocks, and the boy has got some soul. Ladies, one of y'all better swoop yourselves in on El Marko Famioso, because he won't wait long for you. It's a matter of seconds before ladies'll be flying at him from every direction. Throwing themselves at him on stage, jumping in his car as he drives by, faxing themselves to his house, breaking in to the dressing room at the local clothing retailer while he tries on a pair of pants... I'm telling you, Famous Mark is the next famous guy named Mark.
Ok, so anyway, that was meant to be about practice but it turned into some sort of weirdo Famous Mark love-fest. Creepy. Sorry about that.
Anyway, practice was fun and we picked a new song to start working on. That'll make five, y'all, and that should be enough for us to play on Star Search or something. Not that we would, unless we got free beer or something.
Moving on... tonight, the Soul Pistols played in the U-district. I've been wanting to see them for a long time and I finally got to tonight. Oh MAN did they go off! They did some killer stuff that I wouldn't have expected, as well as a lot of stuff I would have. They hit the Sam & Dave catalog pretty hard, but they pulled it off really well. Some super gold star highlights were renditions of Etta James' "Something's Got a Hold On Me" and Robert Parker's "Barefootin'". Also, they did Rufus Thomas' "Push and Pull" WAY better than the original. Their horns are tight, and their singers are awesome. I'm going to be seeing this band a lot more in the future, and I'm definitely going to try to hook something up with them and Harold Ray, when they get around to touring up here.
They're playing again next week with yet another local soul band (WHAT THE HELL??) called Soul Provider. This other band is supposedly a bit more polished, and they go for the later 60's and 70's soul and funk. Sounds pretty cool. Could it be that Seattle's starting to get a scene? Strange.
After the show I had a nice long 1am scooter ride home from the U. It had warmed up outside considerably, to where I wasn't cold at all with my parka and gloves on. I even kept the face shield on my helmet open the whole time. I chose the quieter and darker roads and rode a little slow and just enjoyed a nice scooter ride for the first time in a few months. Just me and the evil glowy red skull.
One weird thing about my ride though: As I'm leaving the U-district, I go to take a pretty hard left from the Ave on to 45th. The pavement's dry, so I decide to take it pretty hot, just for fun. Halfway through the turn, there's a loud noise - somewhere between a pop and a crack. The front wheel immediately jumps about three inches to the right and I almost bite it. I ride through it, though, much to the amusement of the various drunk pedestrians. The bike feels fine, so I decide not to stop and the rest of the ride home was uneventful but hey... what the heck was that? It wasn't big enough to have been a bottle, but the noise sounded like a bottle being run over. Maybe someone did a shot out of an airplane booze bottle and threw that in the street and that's what I ran over. Something.. Well, I'm glad I didn't eat it, because I wasn't wearing my armor and that would have sucked.
We're going to New York in less than two weeks and that means my New York friends have a couple of assignments:
1. Make sure I have your digits, if you wanna hang out (no promises though... we're only there a few days).
2. Find me some good record shops where I can go look for 45's.
I'm counting on you!
Well, there's a mighty cute dog curled up next to me sleepin' away and I'll be damned if that doesn't look like the best thing to be doing right now. So, I bid you goodnight.
Wait... No I don't... Not yet. I had one thing I wanted to mention.
Last night, I was thinking about something in the car that kind of weirded me out. Ok... here it is... You know how a lot of times, you have pictures of somewhat random babies on your fridge? Like, a distant cousin or someone you went to high school with but haven't seen in 10 years sends you a picture of their baby, so you stick it on the fridge, but that's like the extent of your relationship with this child... You'll probably never meet the kid or send it presents or be part of it's life, but there it is, on your fridge. Now here's the creepy part: That kid will live his or her whole life, never knowing you, the person who cared enough about their existence at least enough to put them up on their fridge. Weird, huh? Because if you think about it the other way around, it's like this: Maybe the same thing happened when I was a baby. Maybe when I was a baby, my grandmother sent my picture to one of her friends or something, and that lady stuck my picture up on her fridge. That's someone who made a somewhat personal, albeit small and mostly insignificant, gesture of love towards me, whom I will never know. That kind of makes me feel like Davy Jones or something. It seems like it's only one step below having my picture stuck up in someone's locker or on their mirror.
Man, I really gotta get to bed. I'm losing it.