Tuesday, June 30, 2009

June 29th Gig at The Palms

Enrique Corro in the house!!

My friend -- and Santa Fe alum -- Enrique Corro (most recently with The Scintas and subsequently Terry Fator) opened for Jerry tonight. Jerry had gotten to The Palms by the time the band went on (we have to wait for Pepe and Dave to get in from Lion King, and we're not ever certain when Jerry will get to The Palms from his Wayne Brady gig), but Jerry had Enrique stay up on guitar for quite some time, and The Corro burned it totally up, with repeated, eminently deserved wild shouting applause after his rides.

This cat is one classy guitarist. Take a listen.

Back a couple of years ago, after I bought my first 12-string, I did a singer-songwriter open-mic night at the E-String on Sunset, first time I'd been back on stage since I quit playing decades ago (I've started writing again, so inspired by my crushingly fine Vegas friends). Enrique, Ron Crews, Joe Bergeron, and our dear sorely missed departed brother Adrian Garcia came over to my house and 'shedded some of my originals with me and did the gig with me. I will never forget it. Enrique tore ass that night too. They all did.

I'd first bumped into Enrique at a Sunday brunch smooth jazz gig Cheryl and I went to at Gordon Biersch. Cat blew me out. We talked, and have since become friends. I did not know he was comin' in tonight. What a glorious surprise.

Yeah, man. What excellence.

Great show tonight. The energy was so ramped up and taut. Props to Mike Gonzales (now our Saturday night Palace Station regular) for driving straight in to The Palms from a Huntington Beach CA corporate gig to sub for Jamie.

Scenes from a hang...

Above, LOL, Jerry was sitting on his stool singing "Come Back Home." I shot this one below his seat through his legs.

I had so much fun tonight. I hope it shows. People, we are so blessed.


Very nice.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Midnight Palace Station post-gig report June 28th

Band was really thumpin' tonight. Rochon was off the hook. Lenny's "Brother to Brother" was simply explosive, and Abe and Tony shared the lead in killer fashion on the equally thundering Tower of Power "Get Your Feet Back on the Ground." Great show once again. Thank you all for comin' to hang.

So, Jerry starts into the opening guitar groove of the ever-so-nasty "Wishing Well" and I slink down to the front of the stage, 'cause this tune usually accords me some good shot opportunities of The Lopez.

So- I'm mindin' my own bleepin' business takin' shots. He takes his axe off, points down to me, and says, "Bobby, c'mon up and play, man..."

What's the succinct immediate reactive word? Starts with "s-h". No, not that.

Shock. LOL. The very last thing on my mind (he tells me later, over pasta and gab at the Bootlegger, "yeah, that's why I did it")

What you gonna do, say "no"?

At one point, during this little unsolicited and wholly unexpected episode of yo'-ancient-Irish-ass-now-be-on-the-spot terrified euphoria, I turn and see him and Mader (IIRC) tryin' to figure out how to use my camera. At least they got my good side.

OK, for a musician, that's the most fun you can have with your clothes on. Like bein' strapped into an F-18 for a pitching deck carrier launch, this band. After Jerry Merra's bari ride, I told the crowd "OK, I'm gonna play both of my licks and then get the hell outa here."

They made me sing, too.

Dudes...what an honor.


Back to my shooting.

Below, happy birthday, Gabriel!

Thanks to Tom Delibero and Glenn Colby for again seamlessly subbing in the Fat City Horns. You cats are all so amazing.

Hope to see everyone Monday night at The Palms.


Check this out. Billy Mays just died (50 yrs old). Cable channels everywhere are now 50dB quieter.

I blame Michael Jackson's father.


Seriously, wow, what is up with all these peeps checkin' out early lately? At my age (63), that gets spooky.