Where did I leave off? Drove from Cleveland to NYC and then once here, hit the ground running with gigs back to back, a house guest, a dog, band friends in town and staying on my many couches.... like I never left here.
This photo of Cowboy Jack Clement, the greatest contributor to rock n roll (he produced "Whole Lotta Shakin" the Jerry Lee Lewis hit. For starters) was taken sometime last week at Joe's Pub in NYC. I don't like that club. Don't like a club where you have to sit down all cramped together the way they've arranged it. Anyway, for Cowboy, I'd go anywhere. The best place to see Cowboy is Arnold's in Nashville, over your meat and two veg, like Webb and I did a couple years back. Since then, Cowboy has completed his autobiographical documentary, which is pretty cool. How many people do you know who have home movies of Johnny Cash? It played a few times at the Tribeca Film Festival, and as a result, Cowboy came up and did this gig. Pictured with him and his band members, Doug Wygall and Sean Camp - who he borrowed from Laura Cantrell - are Rhonda Hart and Billy Don Burns, two country artists with impeccable pedigrees. Which is kind of an oxymoron, but what they hey...
This was the start of it all.... Paul Westerberg is back and drunk. NY Dolls are back and LOUD as hell. Dirtbombs came around with some new songs and Troy Gregory singing "Baby's on Fire" to open a show! The Forty-Fives putting on a rough n tumble show at 1:30 in the AM... all good stuff. All sleep depriving stuff.
Oh, and there was Bar BQ in there as well. As in: go to the corner of 20th St and 6th Ave in Park Slope and get yourself some grub.
And throughout this flurry of activity, scary sightings of scary people from the past. This pool is awfully small for diving!
In 36 hours, it'll be boozing with the Tough and Lovely. I look forward to that. And a manicure/pedicure date with Carol.
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