Oh I am so in a frenzy caught up or so behind on everything and recovering from SXSW.  It’s going to take a while indeed as I’m partied out.  I got friends in town from Norway and London tonight and I can’t even muster up the energy to leave my apartment – I’m a bad girl!!

So I’m late on this post from Jazz pianist/songwriter Dred Scott- Sorry but……In time for late night folks looking for something to do!

many thanks to the brian charette trio for covering for us last tuesday while we were out in the bay area.  last tuesday afternoon i got a call from matt, the manager of the rockwood.  he has a very low voice if you want a character voice to go with the dialogue.
‘um. hi dred.  are you in phoenix?’
‘hey matt.  um, no.  why do you ask?’
‘well we just got a very curious phone call from a guy who said he was you.  he’d lost his luggage in phoenix and had no money and would someone from the rockwood please wire him $350 so he could get back in time to play tonite.’
‘that’s not only not me.  i don’t know anyone in phoenix.  or arizona for that matter.’
‘that’s what i thought.’
‘did you wire the money?’
‘no, of course not.  just thought you should know.’
‘thanks.  see you next week.’
‘yep. bye.’

the next nite we played at yoshi’s oakland to a decent size crowd that impressed the club enough to talk about having us back.  that is if there is a back to go back to.  seems they’ve been canceling many of the second sets – 10 people will show up and they give them back the money and send the staff home. sign o the times, i guess.   jack london square had always seemed empty to me before.  even after the attempted revitalization.  but businesses are closing and there is almost zero foot traffic down there.  the double wide expanse of embarcadero st. vacant of cars.  it’s kind of eerie.  certainly a shock coming from nyc where human beings are always in sight.

the next nite we played in santa cruz at kuumbwa.  we received a standing ovation.  and not one of those one person stands up and then another and then some people stand up because they are stretching and then other people stand up because hell everyone else is type of standing ovations.  no.  we killed them.  the response was instantaneous.  we were one with the crowd. and it was thrilling.
the kind of experience that makes you decide against giving it all up for gardening.

here’s what the santa cruz metro had to say about it:
“Dred Scott has a highly abusive relationship with his piano. One minute he’s in a furious rage, poking, jamming and slapping the keys around like a coked-up mobster. Then, after cooling down a bit, he’s apologizing with tender ticklings and delicate caresses, trying to convince each key that he’s sorry and he’ll change. But no matter how bad it gets, sooner or later they always come back to each other. Plus, one listen to the fusion of rock, funk and hip-hop-laced jazz that comes out of their union proves that dysfunctional relationships are often the most exciting.”

tonite
the dred scott trio
rockwood music hall
midnight
w/ ben rubin, bass
tony mason, drums

wed
ella
dred scott and ranjit arapurakal
9-11

thu
jay collins and the kings co. band
the rodeo bar
10-1

Dred Scott

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