Fall of Fall 2 was QUITE under-attended last evening. The booking agent’s failure to circulate the beautiful flyer Raenie concocted may relate to such demographic matters. Unrelatedly, the performances were real strong.
I was more in the mood to talk then sing, as it were. Thus each between-song blurb was as long as a song. I talked a lot about a rhetorical modality based on evoking “the old days;” this issue has been of concern to me since various reviewers called the Deke Falcon a memoir, of sorts. Like any Jameson worshipper, I’m nostalgic for the present if I’m nostalgic for anything at all. Anywho, I played an old, discarded Falcon song, among others. Also a tune from the Nashville Sessions, “went to Confession.”
BJ Walker unleashed a whole flurry of solo tunes I’d never heard him belt. It was the sort of nocturnal emission-eliciting fantasy of Bob Weir, Richie Havens and Norman Blake that could start a few communes if placed in the wrong hands. Barry attacked the shit. He also outdid even Tom Heinl for best line of the night; strumming in between verse and chorus of “Deportee,” Barry says, “y’all know this is about Mexicans, right?”
Then Tom Heinl walked in and stole the show. I laughed so hard my face hurt, but that’s par for the course. What blew me away this time was the pipes on the guy. The sound’s always mixed pretty loud for the room at Luckey’s, but as a singer I appreciate it. Anyway, Tom’s voice covered a whole gamut of octaves. Yeah.
Crap/Not Crap Round-Up Topic Results
Buddhism Tie (!?!?)
Haircut from Roomate Not Crap
Democratic Party Crap
As you can see, the Buddhism poll ended up unacceptably inconclusive. You best come out for Fall of Fall vol 3 on 11/5. Only then will we ever get together; only then will we ever get to the bottom of all this.