Thank You. For Everything.

Yeah, so I released another record.


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St. Louis with Stephanie Reese

Last weekend I played a lot of music and this week I made a TV show, this seems to be how my life is gonna be for a while.

I played a benefit show for a dancer who performed with me at Carnegie Hall, a super great dancer named Sergio

This is us after our show.

Then over to the amazing as always Rockwood Music for a show with Second Dan.

The next morning I headed to LGA with Bobby to meet up with Stephanie Reese and our Carnegie Hall group to fly out to St. Louis.

I've never been to St. Louis. I was really nice. We were there to play a concert in support of an amazing organization called Gawada Kalinga (which means To Give Care in Fillipino.) They raise money to build villages, schools, and other building in the Philippines.

We got to The Drury Inn that evening and wow, wow wow wow, what a great place! Free popcorn, a decent breakfast, but they also give you a card for three free drinks from 5:30 to 7pm at their evening dinner bar which had hot dogs, chili, baked potatoes, and chips and salsa. We hit the pool then the dinner bar, then went out to a local Indian restaurant to meet a few of the people who had sponsored our show. After that the boys and I closed down the hotel bar and hit the bed for some rest for the next days show.

Waking up in the amazingly comfortable Drury beds, they had three pillows, soft/medium/hard, totally three bears style. We had plenty of time before we had to get to the theatre for sound check so we hit up the breakfast bar and laid in bed watching tv until we had to get ready for the show.

We played the amazing Sheldon Concert Hall

We played a great show and celebrated late into the night around the "Landing" downtown, at the end of the night I actually stuck my feet into the Mississippi River, then we all went home and passed out. The trip back was uneventful, I poured myself into a cab and went back to Brooklyn.

Easter Weekend

My weekend went something like this:

Rehearsal with Bucky Hayes and the Radio for our Tom Petty Tribute at Bar4 this Friday Night

Bucky was trying out my "Stamp Guitar" I built and covered in old stamps, it sounded great.

Walked down to the Brooklyn Flea Market in the old Williamsburg Bank Building, had lunch in the vault, then continued down to Dumbo and hung out on the waterfront between the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridge, then had a walk over the Brooklyn Bridge followed by a walk on the Highline on the West Side of Manhattan.

Saturday we walked down to Red Hook with Arthur, I couldn't help but take a cheesy photo. If you can't see that's the Statue of Liberty.

While exploring Red Hook we found a piano on the sidewalk, after playing it for a while I noticed a slight stain of what could have been old vomit... gross.

So that was pretty much my weekend.

Good Jeans

Six or so years ago now, while still being college, I bought I pair of Levis 514 jeans, they're very bland straight leg jeans that I that would be great for NOT being boot cut. I remember my friend Karanja giving a hard time about how tight they were, though they are quite baggy by today's standards. They were great jeans. They became my go to, my comfy worked in, Lynus' blanket of clothing. As the years past they began to become threadbare here and there, but not a hole or a tare. I bought more expensive jeans, Ralph Lauren were the worst for falling apart like denim tissue paper as my trusty 514s held together and kept going.

Last year I started to really notice how rock solid they were and bought two more pairs of the same jean: Levis 514 32x33 it didn't matter the wash I planned on wearing them until they looked nearly stone washed. I got them for Christmas 2008 from my mother who never is aloud to buy me clothes, how can you go wrong with this? Its like buying a 60's Mustang, it just works. Only 15 months has past since bringing the two new brothers into the fold, and they have both failed. Rips in the knee hole forming after the slightest test, the crotch starting to give way like a leaky dam... this will not end well.

Then yesterday my rock, my old standbys, as I climbed up to hang a curtain rod in my new apartment, rip. The threadbare fabric tore at the knee. The king has left the building, my jeans that held together through 4 tours, moving to NY, countless hours of work, under cars, on stage, in the car, finally they gave up. I know it may seem that is must surely be the fault of a nostalgic guy in his late twenties gain weight in just not fitting into his college cloths anymore, but I'm in better shape now than then.

I'm writing this to remind myself, 30 is getting so close, it may be time to put away childish things. I'm writing this to remind myself, the things you hold onto the tightest are the things that fall apart. I'm writing this to remind myself that I need a new pair of jeans.