Genesis ended their reunion tour with a show in London the other night. Phil Collins announced from the stage that it would be the final Genesis show ever. Not surprising given the mess he’s in health wise.
He also announced that Peter Gabriel was in the audience and wondered if he was the guy yelling out requests for Supper’s Ready. I like to think Pete would have been requesting The Knife, or maybe Twilight Alehouse instead.
It doesn’t sound like Steve Hackett or Anthony Phillips were there. Hackett just had to postpone a bunch of shows due to someone in his band catching Covid. Maybe he was quarantined?
I always hoped the five of them would play together one more time, but Phil can’t play the drums anymore and if he can’t play then it’s not the real thing. That makes me a little sad, but we still have those records.
The weather is spectacular today. Sunny, 67 degrees, the slightest touch of a breeze, not a cloud in the sky.
When I looked at the forecast I was excited that I’d get to open every window in the house and make it feel like a Springtime paradise.
Three houses down from us, our neighbors are having work done on their roof. The crew doing the work are listening to music at a borderline absurd volume. When I opened the windows in our bedroom (current home of my work-from-home desk) I was assaulted by lame music.
I was hoping for a quiet day with just the breeze to keep me company. Instead I have to play my own music to drown out their music*. Granted, my music is awesome so it’s okay. It’s just not what I wanted today and I want what I want god damn it!
*The Sonos speaker in the bedroom has been playing through a playlist consisting of all Genesis records that include Steve Hackett on guitar. I’ve already burned through Nursery Cryme and Foxtrot. Right now I’m on Selling England by the Pound track three, “Firth of Fifth.” Steve Hackett’s shining guitar solo moment. A career defining moment if ever there was one. So my music is amazing. The roofers’ music… not so much.
Band practice was a bust last night. Mike’s bass was slightly damaged during his cellar flood a couple of weeks ago. It’s in the shop. We are hopeful it will survive, but maybe a little part of us is also hopeful that it won’t survive and he’ll be forced to buy that Rickenbacker 4001 he’s been dreaming of since high school. I brought my cheapo-ebay special Squire P-Bass so he could use it if needed, but my bass is actually in worse shape than his. Playing in tune was out of the question, so we sat around for two hours throwing out ideas for new songs to cover.
I was listening to a podcast on the drive home tonight. It’s put out by the fine folks at CD Baby and it’s called DIY Musician Podcast. The topic this week is, Is your age an obstacle to music success. I guess, and the podcast agreed, that the answer to that question depends on how you define success. Is success being able to make music full time? Is success being able to tour the world? Is success being able to bang groupies while doing blow off a passed out hooker’s behind like an 80’s hair metal band? Not for me.
If I get to define what success is for me, then I am an unbelievably successful musician. I’m a couple of weeks shy of my 46th birthday and I played four gigs in the last year. That’s more than most of my bands played during their entire lifetime back during my 20’s. If I remember correctly, the next gig will tie Lizardfish for the most gigs ever played by any band I’ve been in. Break Even played five. I’m really stretching my memory here, but I think the band I played in in High School might have done eight or nine. However, four were with the one main line up. The four or five others were with variations on that lineup. The band Mike and I had with Maria the drummer as well as a number of different singers was by far the best band for my taste as it was the only one that was all original, but it only played two gigs. El Pez Lagarto has played four gigs since I joined, and has three more booked. That’s amazing to me. In my eyes that makes us supremely successful! Now if we could just start doing the occasional original song. That would be icing on the cake.
I am going to start mic’ing up the room during band practices again and trying to make decent sounding rehearsal tapes. I haven’t mentioned it to the band yet, but I think I might want to try recording a show as well. All the more reason to start slipping in original songs. How about an EP of original music titled, Live at Racks: Bootleg. I see a hit in our future. Now I just need to get those songs written and rehearsed and my little idea for recording a show needs to be practical and the band has to go along with it. No problem. (yes, problems. everywhere problems.)
Steve Hackett has a new album. It’s on Spotify. After me posting all of my crappy songs back in February, here is an example of what a real guitar player sounds like.
Ritchie Havens was the first artist to take the stage at Woodstock. Can you imagine the pressure? Sadly, he joins the growing list of insanely wonderful musicians to have passed away in 2013. What a voice that man had. Rest in peace Ritchie Havens.
Here’s a clip of his Woodstock performance. If this doesn’t make your head explode then you aren’t really alive.
Here’s one that I’ve always loved. It’s sort of a match made in… I don’t know. How the hell did this happen? Ritchie Havens appears on two cuts on Steve Hackett’s first post-Genesis album. A prog rock guitar player brings in a folk singer. It should probably mix like oil and water, but I’ve always loved this one.