Sunday, June 28, 2009

Recap of the Wave Gathering Festival by Gary Wien


(ASBURY PARK, NJ) -- Back in the day, I used to judge how good Dramarama shows were by how much my body hurt the next night. I think I'm going to start judging Wave Festivals that way as well. In this case, my body really, really hurt for two days after the festival, which meant I had a pretty good time! The Wave Festival has been a favorite of mine since it made its debut four years ago. Each year seems to get better and better. I remember thinking last year that the festival had arrived when people still hung out despite an afternoon of rain... well, this year people hung out in spite of rain throughout Saturday and Sunday. An impressive feat if you ask me.

The rain changed things a bit as networking seemed a bit less than in previous years and the focus on music seemed a little higher. The outdoor stage on Saturday was a new twist and would definitely have had bigger crowds with sunshine, but, if nothing else, the rain showed just how important the Wave Festival is to many of us who stood out in the rain for hours enjoying the music.

I spent much of the festival with my friend Lazlo of Blowupradio.com - while, we have different tastes in music, I think there were a few bands we both enjoyed seeing. I know he really liked catching The Amboys, one I think is one of the best bands in the area. It sounds like he also was glad to catch some of the artists performing at the Twisted Tree Cafe's open mic - many of whom were alumni of my Twisted Covers shows.

All in all, I think I probably saw roughly 50-60 artists including 20 I had never seen before. Of those, there were only two acts that I was really disappointed in; the rest were well worth my time. I guess my scouting report before the festival was spot on as I had an incredible three days. There was a lot of walking up and down Cookman Avenue and across to the Saint for me. I never made it to the boardwalk or the Lanes, but still managed to see shows in roughly 15 different venues. The multiple venues all within walking distance is one of my favorite things about this festival. I sort of agree with those who suggest the festival simply focus on the Cookman / Saint areas to make everything walkable. I think that makes for a very good experience, if you don't like an act just head to a different venue.

For me, the Wave is always a blend of artists I love from the local area, great touring artists I don't get a chance to see very often, plenty of artists I'm seeing for the first time, and simply getting a chance to hang out with musicians, music fans, and industry folk that rarely get a chance to see each other. It's something I look forward to each year.

Highlights from Friday for me include the Highlines - a tremendous band out of Los Angeles that closed out the night at the Saint; catching Cara Salimando for the first time and Roland Eckstein, a local artist that I hadn't heard of before; Chris Ayer from New York City who blew everyone away with his set (and who reminded me of Sean Penn through my camera lense); Domenick Carino and Laura Warshauer at Synaxis; Howard Jennings and Joe Whyte at Old Man Rafferty's; and Keith Monacchio in front of an amazing crowd outside Market in the Middle with a mini Commons reunion.

Saturday's highlights include the outdoor stage where Christine Martucci, Matt O'Ree, Outside The Box, The Reveling, Val Emmich, and Red Wanting Blue all had great sets. The rain held off from Outside the Box until the last song or two by Red Wanting Blue, but then poured so much that they moved Status Green into a wall-to-wall packed Mattison Park.

Other highlights on Saturday included Lisa Bianco and Agency at Market In The Middle and Mike Errico and Ari Hest at Synaxis. Synaxis is a pretty big venue that can be disappointing with a sparse crowd, but there was a good crowd for both of these artists. Unfortunately, the sound for Alex Brumel and Janel Elizabeth (who followed Ari Hest) did not do justice to the duo. On Sunday when I heard the Writers In Progress show at The Showroom I realized that The Showroom would have been the perfect venue for them. The sound within that place was superb.

Sunday began with brunch at Market in the Middle and the sweet sounds of The Soul Project. From there I caught many of my favorite local artists - The Amboys, Tunnels to Holland, Arlan Feiles, Eryn Shewell Band, Jerzy Jung, and Tommy Fuller. I also caught Stacie Rose for the first time after spinning her tunes on the radio station for several years. And the biggest treat had to be seeing The Queen Killing Kings, a high-energy band from New Haven, CT that features two keyboards playing extremely fast pop/rock tunes.

I'll never forget watching Keith McCarthy's excitement as Outside The Box pulled out a classic rock cover that's rarely heard on stage; Jo Wymer fighting through an emotional song about the passing of her parents as the bus roared by with a bellowing "Asbury Park" yelled by the driver (ironically, that didn't screw her up but the sight of Cook Smith did!); Matt O'Ree apologizing for the rain from the outside stage by saying, "Sorry about the rain. It's probably our fault somehow, it always rains when we play outside."; Alice Leon stopping in the middle of her set to have everyone look outside where the sun had begun shining for the first time; Gordon Brown with a guitar in his hand again during the closing party set of Jerzy Jung; and the surprise sets that filled the TBA spots like Anthony Fiumano and Tommy Strazza playing at Synaxis or Arlan Feiles during the open mic at Twisted Tree Cafe. Sometimes the things not on the schedule were among the coolest things.

There were a lot of bands I wanted to see but couldn't for one reason or another. That's always the problem with festivals - just too much good stuff going on at the same time. Still, part of the fun is trying to see as much music as you possibly can. I'd say I saw just about as many artists as I was planning to see.

The one really disappointing thing for me was the closing party. It just didn't seem as fun at the Saint as it was in previous yeasr at the Stone Pony or Wonder Bar. It seemed too much like just another show night rather than the networking wind down / celebration that we've had in the past. Regardless, I'm hoping that the Wave continues to grow and get better each year, it's definitely well on its way to being a top notch festival and I'm already looking forward to next year!

Best bands you didn't see: Highlines & The Queen Killing Kings

Best singer-songwriters you probably missed: Cara Salimando & Roland Eckstein

Best original songs: "Alibi" by Red Wanting Blue & "I Don't Know" by Eryn Shewell Band

Best cover songs: The Amboys with a blistering take on "Road to Nowhere" by The Talking Heads & Joshua Van Ness with Springsteen's "Mary, Queen of Arkansas"

Best venue/band combinations: The Eryn Shewell Band at Mattison Park & Red Wanting Blue on the outdoor stage

Best outdoor show: Keith Monacchio outside Market in the Middle (the set and the crowd were what the Wave is all about imo)

Best new venue: The Showroom (without a doubt)

Favorite overall moments: Seeing Red Wanting Blue on the big outdoor stage & watching Gordon Brown back on stage with Jerzy Jung


And on the flip side...

Worst scheduling: - Having "Writers in Progress" & "Songwriters By The Sea" both scheduled at the same time

Worst supplies: - Cheap paper wristbands that weren't supposed to come off for three days...

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Behind the Song: Answer the Phone (please)

It was a torrid breakup. I was sulking around the house, didn't know what to do with my time besides blog, write tunes and practice. After a practice at my house, Kyle was hanging listening to stories. I said I had to meet up for a birthday party down at Chevy's in Brick. I asked him if he wanted to come along. He obliged. Upon arriving he ended up knowing the birthday girl and most of her friends. Odd.

On the way home, the pain hit again. I had a brief respite during the dining. But now it all came racing back. I began writing in my mind.

Verse 1:
"Oh my heart wears long sleeve shirts, to hide it's scars"
- I thought the personification of a heart was funny. Like something you would see in the movie Better Off Dead. I was also wearing a lot of long sleeve shirts to cover my arm surgery scars.

"And I'm getting sick and tired of these late nights out here in the bars"
- I was getting sick of it, but I did not stop going every night. Ask Vicky or Tim. I'm sure the were getting sick of it.

"Cause like I said before, the whiskey, no it don't work"
-The whiskey don't work was a line from the first song I wrote after she left.

"and everyone staring at me, like I'm some kinda jerk"
- It wasn't until much later that I realized that jerk comment was very similar to a Who tune.

Chorus 1:
"Oh a teardrop dripping in my drink, I'm forced to think the thoughts that I don't want to think, I'm doing all the things I never wanted to do, but when I get home... I'm calling you."
- I always liked that idea of a man crying in his beer, and it seems that drinking only made me miss her more and think about it constantly. I never did call her that night. Or any other night. Maybe I should have.

Verse 2:
"No I don't need no fresh start, no new coat of paint"
-Weird train of thought. I though about a fresh start - meaning meeting someone new- didn't want that. But then I thought of the Benjamin Moore Primer Paint called Fresh Start. That's where the new coat of paint comes in. But if fits either way I think.

"Your saying things about me that I'm pretty sure- that I ain't"
- It was just an excuse to use the word ain't to rhyme with.

"Now the bartab keeps rolling, I'm buying drinks for all, of my friends, we're all sitting around wondering if your ever coming back... again"
- No one wondered. But the drinks kept coming... oddly enough, there were no drunk mistakes.

Chorus 2:
"They give me advice, the wisdom of words. Sometimes I think that wisdom is a curse. I'd rather be dumb and not know what to do, but when I get home... I'm calling you."
- It seemed that everyone had their two cents to through in. I wasn't looking for wisdom at this point.

Chorus 3:
"Now I'm driving down the Parkway tonight. I've got visions of you in my headlights. But chasing your ghost, just won't do.. So when I get home. I'm calling you."
- So this brings it back to writing the song while driving home that one night. I didn't call her when I got back. But I did write the tune when I got back.


Friday, February 27, 2009

The Mary Celeste EP





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Thursday, November 27, 2008

At least I have Chicken

So here's how I figure things work within the band

Chris is the "funny" one
Connor is the eye candy
Kyle is the quiet one
and I'm the black guy.

That being said, I'm Manny. I play bass and I enjoy a fine drink and white woman every now and again. I finally got admin status on this deal so chances are I'll be posting more often. Connor is gonna be home soon and hopefully we can get this medicine show back on the road. we're a little behind on the record but god willing, we'll be able to fix that.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna watch anime and pretend to read Faulkner ~.~;;;;;

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

TC is a CD

Luckily Best Buy has a cash back return policy and I was able to purchase a wire to upload my photos from my camera to my computer in the parking lot and then return it 15 minutes later. 
After coasting down the 101 and getting black boogers from LA smog, we made it out of California and are now in Arizona. Our first mission out of LA was to hike down the Grand Canyon and camp out for a few nights. It was something I suggest everyone doing, but at the same time, I would not wish it upon my worst enemy. The 8 mile hike down literally had my legs involuntarily shaking like a jello mold. The first night was humbling. No one to hear you, no one to see you, no one to help you. It made all of us really treasure what was outside of the canyon. Everyone and everything from friends to family, enemies to acquaintance, pets to slurpees all have a new appreciation in my life. 

Be home in a month. 

OL FAITHFUL!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Behind the Music: Can't Live Here

"She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere. Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you."

It seems like much longer, but about half a year ago I wrote this little tune about a lady that ran away from me. Just weeks, days before she took her curtain call she would beg me to find her a place to live. She wanted to move out, she wanted me there. So I thought.

I wanted to write a simple country tune. Something like Hank Williams would write. No so much "Your Cheating Heart," but something just as clever.

We would drive down the road and she would point out places she could live. Dumpsters, storage units, garbage cans, even cardboard boxes. I thought it would be an homage to the one who could live anywhere, apparently, to not be able to live with me.

"She said she could live in a box in Central Park,
with her little dog Hammy, she taught not to bark... <- Hammy is our future French Bulldog At all the tourist and the passerbys, Hamurabi
wondering why this girl likes to live outside.
She’d always been cooped up like a chicken in a pen,
after the last guy, she swore off men. <- I was the last guy
She said she’d be happier on her own,
wherever she brings her cat she calls her home. <- Her Chad-man is all she needs.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you.

She said she could live under a tree in the Northwest,
a big old pine, the kind she liked best.
She’d spend her nights out underneath the stars,
not wondering if I’m out at some seedy bar. <- I spent a lot of time at the bars
She’d have all the space to stretch her legs,
running in the hills, swimming in the lakes.
Spend her days just happy as a clam,
never thinking twice about where I am. < - She seemed not to give a crap.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you.

She said she could live in her car,
see the country, near or far.
Get out on that open road,
turn the heat up high if it gets too cold.
City after city, mile after mile,
Seeing the real world, in her own style.
I’m sitting, singing, wondering where you are,
probably out somewhere in your car.

She said she could live here, she could live there,
she could live just about anywhere.
Said theres just one thing she can’t do...
I can’t live here with you."

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Show us your horns!

That says it all doesn't it. After two full days at Dude Ranch Studio (Wannamassa NJ) listening to the monotonous click track we finally captured the drum tracks needed to begin this recording adventure. After some computer aided handiwork by producer/engineer Ian Larkin, the drum tracks are officially done. And when Connor comes back home, he will be beaten with a metronome.

Manny went quick to his bass and re-recorded most of the tracks. Its strange how easily they blend, yet the are as distinct as any melody itself. Two days and the bass was done! Ten tracks full of bass, rough guitar and drums.

Ten tracks that will be accompanied by two acoustic tracks will become our first official release. Slated to be on the album are:

Kid in the City
The Right Track
These Roads
Too Far (On a broken heart)
This Very Thin Line
Answer the Phone, Please
Drunk Mistake
L.S.F.
Can't Live Here
Vikky
4am
My Last Rodeo

I went back in and recorded some guitar tracks. I believe laying these tracks down will help us get a better idea as to where the album is headed.


Well, we once again went back to the Craigslist. We were in search of a horn trio and someone to tickle those ivories for us. We had a great response back and we hope to work with the fellas we talked to. Check back in soon!