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I Still Believe- Jeremy Camp

And now it’s Tuesday, slightly better than yesterday. The sun did come out and I walked around Hoboken again. A trip to the bibliothèque to return DVD’s which were unwatched. The Fighter and Everything Must Go. Just wasn’t in the mood. I also returned the soundtrack to Searching for Sugar Man which I did give a listen to since I enjoyed the documentary so much. Now Sandy Denny is asking ‘Who Knows Where the Time Goes’. I just made dinner, but haven’t cooked it yet. I made the ingredients, now I just have to put them all together in a pot and heat it up.

Writing on an empty stomach, (well nearly empty since I did have some salad a little while ago) is not as hazardous as going food shopping on an empty stomach. It could be worse somehow I suppose. Today was filled with more laundry and some more cleaning. Bill hasn’t noticed yet. We spoke earlier and as usual he asked what I was going to do today. Laundry, resume emailing and some more cleaning was my reply. I mentioned that he hadn’t noticed the cleaning and it’s no big deal, since it’s not a noticeable thing. Just getting things done slowly but surely.

I also heard from Rand today. We’ve been chatting via email and text and last week we even spoke face to face as he was returning from an eye doctor appointment. He wears glasses all the time now I think, just one of the perks of getting older. I’ve been picking his brain for some ideas and I think we came up with one that ties into something we’ve been talking about for years. I already have an idea on what to do with it already and need to check with certain people about it. One of them might be a reader of this here blog.

I am listening to a playlist that I made during my cigar shack days, mainly songs from back in the day, my day. Pretenders, Nick Lowe and now Big Audio Dynamite with their words of encouragement which is actually helping. Thanks Mick Jones, you’re a prince. This is going to be entry 2,482. I’ve been writing this since October 2005 and I have got to do something with this since they’re not exactly knocking on my door to find out more about me. That’s where Rand comes in. Him and his ideas.

Now the sun has gone behind some clouds which look laden with snow. There might be more snow tomorrow, at least that is what the weather report is stating. The European weather has been more accurate with regards to the east coast weather here, they’re the ones who accurately forecast last weekend’s snow storm. I just posted a map on Facebook from FEMA regarding Hoboken. 79% of Hoboken is in a flood zone. That includes here where Bill and I live.

And the rogue police officer is reportedly holed up in a cabin in Big Bear, CA. I doubt he will make it out alive and brought to trial.
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The Weight

I Like Those People

Well tomorrow is Sunday, June 10. It is the day of the Sounds of Hoboken. I will be participating with Rand as the Art Hams. The first time we have played together in 25 years. It all started the day I bought a Fender acoustic guitar from Jim Mastro, back in the day when Jim Mastro worked at We Buy Guitars. I was quite the Bongos fan then and thought it extra special to buy a guitar from a Bongo. Fred Smith from Television worked alongside Jim back then but I got more of a thrill from Jim. Fred I found intimidating.

I was working at 1700 Broadway and after work my co-workers and I went to McGee’s Bar across the street where they had a guitarist playing songs. Somehow I was prodded into getting on stage and playing along badly to ‘Dirty Old Town’, written by Ewan MacColl and around that time, famously covered by the Pogues. I heard it dozens of times on the jukebox but when it came time to play, I froze and did not know the chords and could barely remember the words. Then for some reason I forsook the guitar and sang Patsy Cline’s ‘Walking After Midnight’, which I did know the words to.

After leaving McGee’s I caught the bus to Hoboken and stopped at Maxwells for a pint. I was joined by Rand and we sat at the bar and talked with Martha Griffin. Martha, when not bartending had plans on making a movie. The movie was about a local band in town, Gutbank who we were all friends with. Martha was going to need financing and someone had the idea of maybe having a benefit to get some money for Martha’s project. It was quite a nice little family at Maxwells then.

I’m pretty sure Rand volunteered us to play at the as yet unnamed benefit and we set about a few days later practicing some songs. Covers that our friends would know and not expect. A Sex Pistols/Kinks/Butthole Surfers medley was worked on as well as some Elvis Costello, Ringo Starr, the Clash, Patti Smith and the B-52’s. And we also played back up for one of the waiters singing Marty Robbins ‘El Paso’ to the head cook who was in drag. We were also joined by Mike Weinert, formerly of local band Antietam on the washboard and assorted percussion.

It went over well, well enough that we were asked to play the River City Fair, a precursor to the Hoboken Art & Music festival. Somewhere between Maxwells and the River City Fair, we lost Mike Weinert and gained John Hamilton from another local band, Tiny Lights. John was and still is a consummate guitarist and before the fair, joined us at Maxwells. Rand and I were having a few drinks while John suggested that we shouldn’t drink beforehand.

We figured what did he know, and kept drinking some before heading to the river. It turned out John was quite right about drinking beforehand since when we hit the stage, feeling drunk and in the sun we might have made fools of ourselves though most people didn’t notice and basically enjoyed our short set. Rand and I were ready to pack it in, John Hamilton married and moved on. Now he is a professor at Harvard and I am sure playing with the Art Hams did not make it to his CV.

Much to our surprise, we were once again asked to play a show, this time an AIDS benefit for the Hyacinth Foundation in Asbury Park. It was our first and only out of town gig and we were driven by our mutual friend Susan Sher. Another friend Carol, joined us for the ride. On the way down Susan said that since we were going to play we probably couldn’t smoke with her. She wasn’t talking tobacco and we said of course we could. We followed John Hamilton’s advice and did not drink but we sure smoked a lot. Smoked Art Hams I suppose.

It was an even more abbreviated show, we were on so early that no one was really paying attention to us, besides Susan and Carol and Mary Fallon who helped set the whole thing up. And it was over before we knew it. It was painless and no one complained and we were happy to have done our small bit for the Hyacinth Foundation.

Now 25 years later we are at it again. I’ve been practicing my guitar for the past couple of years, and have gotten a little better since those first strums. Rand and I have gotten together for a few hours the past week to run down some songs and practice. Some songs are easier than others to play and where I’ve been able to master a few chords, Rand has had some difficulty so on some songs he’ll be singing or doing somethings while I play the song alongside him.

It should be fun, we’re looking forward to it. Rand will be performing with Lois as part of the trombone and ukulele duo, Trombolele. They’re opening up the set and Art Hams will be followed by Stump Granny’s Violin, with Lois dressed as a Granny taking requests and if she can’t play the request, you (or someone) could win a prize. There should be pictures and or video so if you can’t make it, we can still terrify you, one way or another, weather permitting.

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