We rolled into one of our favorite cities, Chicago, on time for a soundcheck for which we were sure we would be late. (Thank goodness for time zones!) Of course, Bessie is largely un-parkable in these densely populated cities, but we managed to find a paid spot in a nerby lot, said “the heck with it,” and splurged. Despite some confusion about how this gig was to go down, we managed to load-in and sound check with relative smoothness. Before that happened, I had to find a way to post our last blog entry, so I crouched down on the sidewalk next to a coffee shop and borrowed their connection. Sitting there on the concrete at dusk, uploading photographs and editing the blog, I was the object of not a few stares and comments. One guy thought that I was surfing for pornography, which I let him believe and worse, “Yeah. It’s amazing. You can upload from anywhere now. Wanna come look?” That did away with that “conversation.” It has been a significant subplot, though, this search for an internet connection. Most people with laptops have logged on at a stop light, sending an e-mail or pulling up the Times to find out about the latest catastrophes, but since my promise to get an update on here everyday (and occasionally twice), it has been a particular focus of mine to find a WiFi signal anywhere I can. And on to real information…
We played at the Psyforia Festival yesterday and what a fun time we had! The event was held at the American Legion in Cambridge, outdoors, right next to the Charles River. I should mention that it was pretty hot yesterday. I never saw a thermometer, but I’m pretty good at guessing these things and I would estimate we were in the low to mid nineties (that’s Fahrenheit, by the way). That river started looking pretty good after a few minutes performing in direct sunlight, but not one for swimming in city rivers, we stayed ashore, played our funk music to a festival crowd and had a whale of a time.
We were invited to the event by our close friend and original Jive Sucka! Ammon EP, who is a terrific dj, an emerging producer and unbelievable hooper. That’s with a hula hoop for those of you unfamiliar with the fad. (I call it a fad not to be derogatory, but because when I was taught the word ‘fad’ in elementary school, the hula hoop was the example that we were given. In fact, whenever I think of the word, an image of plastic tubular ring, often in bright shades of orange, pink and green, comes to mind.) So, listen, I’m serious: Ammon is unbelievable with a hoop. The whole phenomenon is so much more developed than I previously realized. In fact, there were quite a few people hooping at the event and they were all pretty much amazing.
And there was food (thanks Heidi!) and more music and a great crowd. There were friends and family. Not to rub it in, but I really don’t know how you missed it. (Did I mention we performed?)
Speaking of which…
Well, well, well. For those of you who missed it, there was some pretty wacky stuff happening at 36 Hummock Pond Road on Nantucket last night. Between Daddy Wrall leaping into the pool fully clothed during our set and some folks leaping into the pool, um… less fully clothed right after we finished, it’s safe to say that somebody had a good time last night.
jive sucka: an unhip loser.
Jive Sucka!: a respectful command, between stand-up sisters and brothers, from a once upon a band in a time far away, when some hard funkin’ motherlovers didn’t know what they were sayin’.
Jive Sucka! is a reminder that in each of us there is the potential to be sincere in our style, not so cool that we’re corpses, confident in the path that leads out of our past, but no so chic we can’t get off our high horses. Jive Sucka!s might once have been just Kinda Smooth, but that’s old news. Most importantly, perhaps, there’s funk in there. In the words of Huey Lewis, it can be “Hip to be Square.”
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