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Meeting the Legend, Albert Lee 

As a musician, one of the best things for me is going to see awe-inspiring concerts. This past Sunday, January 23rd, certainly did just that. I had the distinct pleasure and honor of seeing Albert Lee perform in Hudson Falls! It was beyond amazing, and I've hardly been able to put my guitar down since. After the concert, I even got to speak with him! We discussed guitar tone, string gauge, and the adverse effects of weather on our hands -- believe me, it's a terribly unfortunate reality. Such a kind, sweet, gentle soul. I am still buzzing and will be for a while!

To think I spent my afternoon listening and talking to someone that's played with Eric Clapton, The Everly Brothers, Emm Lou Harris, and more, is simply mind-boggling! Below are my thoughts on the concert itself!

As the lights dimmed down with hues of red and blue, audiences that gathered this past Sunday for a matinee The Strand Theatre were gearing up for the masterclass of a lifetime in musicianship. Their teacher, that day, was none other than world-renowned guitarist, Albert Lee. A consummate professional, with a resume no one would dare sneeze at, Lee put on one hell of a show, and then some. Starting the show off was The Strand’s House Band. 

Making their way through select covers of Elvis, The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, and The Beatles, The Strand House Band (Marc Clayton and Jonathan Newell on guitar and vocals, Mike Craner on bass and vocals, and Ernie LaRouche on drums), warmed up the audience quickly. 

After a brief intermission, Albert Lee and his band took the stage. Starting right off with “I’m Ready,” Albert dove face first into quite the rollicking number, which all but set the tone for not only the intro, but for most of the concert, as well. Hands gliding up and down the neck of his guitar – with aplomb and skill unparalleled by most – this particular concertgoer couldn’t peel his eyes away. Whatever type of show you may like, frankly put, this show came with no bullshit. No tricks. No frills or flash. Just pure, unadulterated skill, musicality, and fun. 

Wrist locked and firm, all power – in terms of guitar playing – emanating just from Lee’s fingers and fingers alone, Lee also boasted quite the voice. Still strong after all these years, it was a pleasure and honor to hear him and his band make their way through tune after tune, paying homage to many greats within American culture: Carl Perkins, Glen Campbell, and Gram Parsons, to name a few. Lee made sure to play both sides of the pond, however, as he went into a fantastic version of “Tear-Stained Letter” by Richard Thompson near the end of the concert. 

What I really liked about this performance wasn’t just the band, including the rock-solid rhythm section of Jason Smith on drums, and David Chamberlain on bass, as well as the colorful textures of J.T. Thomas on keyboards, but the banter that Albert had as the concert continued. About halfway in to the performance, Lee went on a rather lengthy, comically delivered anecdote about his time with The Everly Brothers, and how it was good that he took the gig of being in their band, as Eric Clapton was getting ready to fire him. Finishing this story off with song, the band went in to the Everly Brothers classic tune, “No One Can Make My Sunshine Smile.” 

Changing things up about halfway through, Lee made his way over to the piano to play a rendition of Jimmy Webb’s “Highwaymen.” There’s a difference between playing the piano and playing the piano. Lee certainly did the latter, begging the question: what can’t this man do? It wasn’t long before he went back to his guitar, however, finishing the afternoon set off with the aforementioned “Tear-Stained Letter,” followed by his tune, “Country Boy.” Damn, what a way to end the show. Bowing and thanking the audience before leaving, it wasn’t long before Albert Lee and the band were back for an encore. 

Sitting at the piano once more, Lee starts back in with Glen Campbell’s “A Better Place,” briefly paying his respects to the legend as the tune concludes. Ending with Johnny Burnette Trio’s “Tear It Up” was a terrific conclusion to a beyond terrific afternoon of music. And, what’s more? He stayed around after the show to speak with concertgoers. An exceedingly humble and gentle soul, it was a pleasure and honor to spend my afternoon listening to Albert Lee. If you ever get a chance to see him perform, do not hesitate: musicians will be in awe – constantly studying his movements and phrasings – and listeners in general will not be able to help but be moved, both literally and figuratively.

01/24/2023

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Late night musings 

It's been a minute since I first started this blog. I had a bit to jot down a particular anecdote that still amuses me to this day. I hope it gives you a laugh!

“If you’re looking for a female FINGER, I’m definitely not it!” 

            Craigslist: a veritable who’s-who of online creepers, gawkers, and assorted freaks. I didn’t know that one day I’d inadvertently plunge myself into the pantheon of such folks, but c’est la vie! I had just entered my sophomore year of college, and at the encouragement of my friend, Maddy, started going to an open mic in Saratoga Springs, NY, at a place called Gaffney’s. What a moment in time that was… Goddamn, I could ramble about the countless evenings I spent there at open mics, as well as what would become full-fledged shows later on. But, that’s for another time... As my comfort level with performance grew – I had only played here and there on guitar, but never sang in front of people – I found myself looking to branch out a bit. I’ll never forget the first time I was paid for a performance. To be paid for art, and something I loved doing, was one of the best feelings up to that point in my life. 

My first paid “gig,” so-to-speak, was at a bakery in Glens Falls, NY, called Rock Hill Bakehouse. Owned and operated by Matt Funiciello, the place was immensely inviting and welcoming to artists of all levels, from those who could barely tune their instrument to those that made anything seem virtuosic and effortless. The man who worked for Funiciello that was in charge of all music-related matters at the bakery, Stephen Gallucci, reached out to me with an offer. Ninety-minutes, $50… I was rich! I jumped at the opportunity and found myself to be hooked as soon as I got on stage. Not long after, I began playing various coffeehouses in the Upstate region, as well as a sprinkling of art festivals and theaters. It was at this point in my career that I took to Craigslist to find a “female vocalist.” 

Looking back at the phrasing of the ad, I’m very surprised I found anyone – it seemed nothing short of an awkward AI rendering of what to write for an ad concerning another vocalist. Very robotic. Very forced. Very “on-brand” for me at the time, in terms of navigating social graces. I digress… So, I wrote the ad in a flash, published it, and waited for the responses to come flooding in. I mean, why wouldn’t they? Forming a band is an easy thing… right? One day turned to two, which turned to three, and pretty soon it was a solid week before someone wrote back. What I received, however, I never fucking saw coming. 

            “Hey! If you’re looking for a female FINGER, I’m definitely not it!” Horror washed over my face when I realized the cause: a silly typo changed female singer to female … finger. I can only imagine, given the other details of the ad that involved “going back-and-forth,” and “sharing the lead,” how wildly hilarious this ad read. That being said, after a quick phone call, the error was cleared up, and I made time to meet this person daring enough to respond to such a fucking creepy advertisement. Yes, I know I’m the person that made the ad. 

            We met at a time where convenience on my end met her own personal life being uprooted and demolished. It was a fucking terrible mess she went through, and she told me how she needed a distraction and project to sink her passion and free time into. I believe the first song we played together upon meeting was, “Bad Moon Rising.” Love the song; it’s nostalgic as hell for me, but really? I still wonder how we settled on that one. Somewhere along the way, planned rehearsals turned to drinks under Saratogian skies, and it wasn’t long before music started taking a backburner position. She was in the process of re-inventing herself after such a tragic personal loss – at the time she was going to school to become a dental hygienist – and we were making each other really happy. 

I remember laughing when she asked me one day if my father was a dentist. She had just used the restroom and noticed my toiletry supplies… knowing I wasn’t a dentist, I surely must’ve been a dentist’s son. Right, she was! “Has anyone checked out your toiletries and asked you if your dad was a dentist?” I admitted through a chuckle, “Can’t say they have!” It was an amazing summer! Sure, there were a few speed bumps along the way. 

            For example, it turns out that “Are you done yet,” in response to someone crying to you is not a salient reply. Who knew? I sure as fuck didn’t at the time, but I never made that mistake again! Looking back at that summer, I realize how much I learned in such a short period of time. “Don’t you go falling in love with her,” a friend of mine would say as she saw her and I spending more and more of our free moments together. “Hahaha, don’t be ridiculous.” Whoops! As years rolled by, I’ve fallen in and out love with other people, but I will never forget how that time of my life felt. Part of me still loves her. Part of me will always love her, and I know the same is true for her. We just never got our shit together at the right time, despite our damnedest efforts.

01/22/2023

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Starting a Blog... Who Knows? 

Throughout the years, people have been telling me to put my life and events down in book form. And, while I'm not nearly in a headspace to do that now -- or, realistically ever -- I figured I'd start jotting some recollections down, with no planned frequency. I figured the one below would be an amusing one to start off these writings.

“The thing about driving is…” “you never know what you’re going to hit…” 

            My father has such a weird way with words. His mannerisms have such an ability to catch me off-guard. Combine that with the variety of personalities contained within my group of friends and the interactions that might occur between them, and there’s plenty of gold to mine. 

           Back when I was recording at my friend’s house in Queensbury, I was greeted with just such an occasion. To understand the situation, one needs to know the layout of my friend’s house: a completely accessible basement lay in wait for any that chose to drive around to the back of the building. In order to do so, however, one also needed to navigate the gauntlet of trees and a swimming pool that served as the circuitous path’s borders. On top of that, right on the other side of the trees was a steep – at least thirty-five foot – drop off that looked like Death waiting on the other side for any that might slip down it. 

            While this may seem fairly doable, it was a feat in and of itself to anyone driving something larger than a compact sedan – and certainly more of a feat for someone in a larger-sized minivan. Yes, I know, scooting around in a minivan doesn’t exactly SCREAM “rock n’ roll” aesthetic, but it’s necessary and works well for my family and I, goddammit. 

            Anyway, one night of recording in particular – or perhaps it was for a party being held there; the mind fails to recollect – I ended up going over there with a friend later than normal, and the usual aid of sunlight wasn’t around. On top of that, the trees and bushes hadn’t really been maintained over the course of him living there, so the path continually got smaller. Before long, I started hearing a really “neat” scraping sound along the side of our car. It was one of those sounds where you instantly know what it was without having any experience telling you beforehand what it would sound like. The tree line was wonderfully fighting with the paint on the side of the car, and winning handily. In addition, it had rained the night prior, so the entire pathway was muddy, leaving navigation to be quite delightful. Before long, the car starts sliding and having a mind of itws own. As we’re nearing the final stretch before the basement door is within view, we start slipping right into the beginning of that aforementioned embankment. I believe at the time the Beatles’ “She Loves You” was serving as a very surreal soundtrack to what looked like our demise. We had just gotten SiriusXM and I played the shit out of that particular radio station (Channel 18 forever!) Somehow, however, the car righted itself and we were able to escape death that night. 

            After we finally park near the basement’s entrance and prior to me going into the house, I turn to my dad and before I can say anything, he just calmly says, “The thing about driving is…” and before he could finish his sentiment, my friend in the back seat replies, “You never know what you’re going to hit?” “Yeah, you never know what you’re going to hit,” he exclaimed. And, somehow, it just really summed up something about the experience that I couldn’t help but laugh. I’m still fucking laughing at it.

09/24/2022

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