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Tour Log – East Nashville, TN – Friday, July 30th.

Ah….so let’s see where to begin. The ride down to Cincinnati was….well…not all that exciting. But it did go by pretty fast. I picked up a new harmonica and a new harmonica brace (yep, getting back into that whole deal) on my way out of Chicago, so I was able to rig that up and practice my chops while driving. Not the safest thing in the world I suppose – but then again I’m a pretty compulsive text-while-driving driver. Fueled on coffee and the “poor musician’s feast” – 1 mcchicken and 1 mcdouble – I shot down I-65 and met up with I-74 outside of Indianapolis which carried me straight southeast into the heart of Cincinnati. If you haven’t been there it really is a pretty town. It sprawls out over the rolling hills of the Ohio river valley, which this time of year are a deep green given the oh-so-generous rainfall that the midwest has recently received. The river itself is a beast, usually seeing a good deal of action from barges. I have a strange interest in inter-modal transportation, so that kind of thing gets me off. What can I say.

I took Pete Rose way around the Reds stadium and crossed the mighty river on a bridge depositing me smack dab in the middle of Newport, KY – about 2 blocks from home for that night – the Southgate House (http://www.SouthgateHouse.com). When I walked up to start taking gear into the venue I caught a glimpse of the marquee (photo shown above). Rock ‘n Roll.
The Southgate House is a really, really, really cool venue. Very unique. As I mentioned in an earlier post it operates with three different rooms inside the house. There wasn’t a big show in the ballroom last night, but there was another show in what’s called the Parlour Room (I’ve heard stories of My Morning Jacket and the Black Keys playing to 5-10 people in that room back in the day). I put together my gear in the Lounge (directly underneath the Parlour Room) which is essentially the main bar area, ran a quick sound check, and was enjoying a frost Kentucky Ale by 8pm.
Unfortunately my presence in the Cincinnati scene is not too strong yet, and the band in the Parlour Room didn’t have a super huge crowd. What did this mean for me? A slllllloooooooowwwwww night. I did get a chance to play for a few folks though, and they sincerely appreciated it. No CD sales but when I play to 5-7 people all night I can’t really expect much. I passed out a few biz cards, so we’ll see what the future holds :)
And the night rolled on, a few more Kentucky Ales were consumed, and then – the Tommy Gun. If you didn’t read my earlier blog, the Southgate House is the former home of the man responsible for the invention of the Tommy Gun. That said, one would expect them to have a signature drink bearing the same name. I discovered this little gem. I suggest trying it when you have the chance. Jameson shot with a pickle juice chaser. Bam!
By 3:30 or so I was closing down the bar with the remaining staff and making plans to travel a few blocks away to an all-night diner – The Pepper Pod. A “the pod” I enjoyed a full ham steak breakfast complete with a full side of biscuits and gravy and a specialty of “the pod” – Goetta…some sort of sausage mixed with oats and fried. Sounds awful but turns out to be absolutely delicious. Especially after having suffered a couple “shots” from the Tommy Gun.
Sleep finally overtook me on the side of 4th street, lying across the two back seat captain chairs in my van. I think I made it through about 2 1/2 hours before the morning heat kicked in and awoke me into a fairly bad state. Of course nothing a few liters of water, gatorade, 2 bananas, a granola bar and a Snicker protein bar couldn’t save. Having patched myself up, I rolled the van on up to I-71 S and began the voyage down to east Nasvhille. I spent the drive going over my demos for my next album, listening to some really bad radio and mentally preparing for tonight’s show.
I now sit here in east Nashville with about 5 1/2 hours to kill before showtime later tonight. Rock on people.

Cincinnati-bound

The merch booth is packed and ready to go. CD’s, business cards and a solitary sticker – gotta get more of those soon! Time to get outta dodge…See ya in a booth for dinner at the infamous Skyline Chili in Cinci.

Hittin’ the Road…

Yep, that’s right, tomorrow I’m hitting the road for a couple of days. I’ll be on a solo tour through Cincinnati, OH (Thursday, July 29th) and Nashville, TN (July 30th). In Cincinnati I’m playing at a venue called the Southgate House which is regarded as the best music venue in the city – not including the big time spots like theaters and arenas :) It’s a really, really cool place. It’s the old historic home of the guy that invented the Tommy Gun, and their very proud of this fact. I believe you can purchase your own Southgate House t-shirt toting this fact for about $15-20. Anyway, they have three venues in the house. One main room that holds about 1,000, a smaller room that holds a couple hundred and then a lounge. The lounge is where I’ll be tomorrow night. It’s basically a little space set up by the main bar. You get lots foot traffic and exposure as people come in/leave from the other shows. We had a great time in the Lounge back in April, and I’m looking forward to my solo show there tomorrow night.

As for Nashville, I’m playing with a friend – Larry, from Hurricane Doyle (check them out – they’re solid) who we met playing in the area back in April at a venue called the Five Spot. It’s in East Nashville and so far I have heard only great things about this spot (no pun intended, of course). Fingers crossed.

I’ll heading out around 1pm tomorrow in Ol’ Blue – the infamous “touring bus” that you’ve heard me mention. She’s a 2001 Ford E-150 V-8 conversion van. I’m all class. So if the balding front tires can do me one more solid I should be good to go. The van is just about packed up and ready to roll.

My plan is to bring my laptop and blog at least once if not a couple of times a day on this tour, so be ready. You can come join me on the road. If I can get some decent photos with my iPhone I’ll post them as well. Some point in the not so distant future I’ll have a video camera – and that’s when the fun will REALLY start. So for now I say good night. I’ll talk to you guys from the road manana. Rock on.

All Systems Go…

Well we’ve completed our first three shows with the newly arranged band and it has been AWESOME thus far. Our first show was back on 7/10 at the House Pub in St. Charles. There were definitely some challenges involving sound and getting the right mix….and I could have really benefited from the sweet invention known as duct tape. With my new keyboard and stage setup things get a little out of hand with cables. Kind of like a giant pile of rubber spaghetti. However, I knew everything was going to be alright by the second or third song of the show. I was keeping an eye on people’s reactions in the crowd – namely those who have followed the band for a while and are fairly accustomed to the kind of sound/show we put on up to that point. There were certainly many expressions of curiosity being cast upon us….up until that moment in the second or third song. At that point I saw the curiosity and skepticism leave people’s eyes, to be replaced by pure enjoyment. I could sense that people had forgotten about the new arrangement, leaving their concerns and doubts behind and were truly getting in to the music and show at hand. Once I witnessed that transition I knew we’d hit on the head. It was, as I like to say, All Rock ‘n Roll in the End from that point on.

Our second show was in Terre Haute, IN last week – Thursday, July 15th at the Verve. We’ve always had a great time at this venue in the past but this was different. Random people approaching the stage and crowding in to watch. Full cheers and applause at the end of every song. I was sweating balls by the middle of the first set – and I hadn’t even stood up yet! We were on fire on all night, having gotten the initial nerves and kinks out of a number of the tunes from the first show. I have to give it up to the Terre Haute crowd. They made it a very special night. All the way down to the respect they showed when I chose to do a couple solo acoustic tunes later in the night. I felt like we really connected in a different way than we did during prior shows. We can’t wait to be back down in Terre Haute.

Our third show was the following Friday, July 16th in Decatur at the Lincoln Lounge. It was a bit of an off night crowd-wise but again we really turned some of the skepticism of old fans into real excitement for what lay ahead.

I can’t wait for all of you to hear these new arrangements and be a part of this new show. Everyone in the band is being pushed and challenged to their limits and bringing some extra to each show. All systems are, most definitely, a go. Rock on.

Out with the Old and In with the New…

After a solid 5-6 weeks of aggressive rehearsals I’ve got myself and the band ready to rock in our new format. We’ll take the stage for this inaugural show of sorts in my hometown of St. Charles, IL tomorrow night and I’ll spend a considerable portion of that time behind the first instrument I ever learned – the piano. The new arrangements have kept me up thinking most nights and I think I’ve solved their riddle, for better or worse :) In certain ways I feel like I’m taking the wheel and letting some of my closest influences crash out in the back of the van – always available should I need them. It’s exciting and I sincerely hope that excitement – the stuff that puts chills down your spine and raises the hair on your arms – will be harnessed into a hell of a night for everyone at the show.

It’s time to raise an old bottle full of new beer and make a toast…

Movin’ Along…

Well, it’s finally arrived. Tonight I’ll take the stage at Goose Island Brewery, here in Chicago, for the last time with a bass player. Darin Mullins, my bassist from Feb 2nd, 2007 – July 2nd, 2010, will be departing from the Long Haul after this evening’s performance. He’s been an absolutely fantastic member of the band and an even better person, all around. It’s definitely going to be an adjustment not having him around and he will sincerely be missed – especially for those early morning drives on tour :) I’m going to have to learn how to be functional before 10am.

So….tonight we rock it out one more time in the classic four piece (bass, drums, guitar, guitar/vocal) and as of tomorrow I will move forward into brand new territory. I’m saying good-bye to tradition. It’s definitely a bit scary, but most things worth doing usually are…ya know? It’s also terribly exciting. I’m still working on putting together our first official Chicago show, but if you check out my show calendar on MySpace (http://www.MySpace.com/DanTedesco) you’ll see there are a few places you can check out the new line-up if you like before then.
The best is yet to come. Rock on people.

Just A Quick Word…

The rock is definitely rolling as I’m writing this tonight. My brain is on fire. I just came from seeing the Max Weinberg (Bruce Springsteen’s drummer in the E-Street Band) Big Band up in Evanston, just north of Chicago. Incredible show. I haven’t seen a live big band in quite some time and the sheer energy and amount of sound is really unreal. Some of you know and some of you don’t know that I spent a good amount of time in the jazz world and tonight’s show definitely presented me with a frothy mug of nostalgia. It reminded me a bit of why I play music.

You see, I play a lot – A LOT – of shows. I love it to death but at the level I’m at there are still plenty of nights playing to no more than a handful of people. It’s actually a bit scary, but in some ways I’ve gotten used to being in the background. Either that or I’ve just matured and know better than to force the issue that my younger self might have pounded down people’s eardrums. I’d like to think that it’s the latter of the two. Regardless, seeing a real performance like tonight’s show (200 people on a Monday evening at 7pm) reminded me that the audience is out there. It reminded me that the audience is listening.
You guys are going to trip out when you see this new formation of my band. I hope you’ll continue to listen, and I promise I’ll keep giving you a reason to.

And Then There Were Three

Tonight’s entry is going to be short and sweet. Incase you missed the announcement several weeks back, my bass player of the last three years – Darin Mullins – will be leaving the Long Haul on July 2nd. His farewell show will be at the Goose Island Brewery here in Chicago, just down the street from Wrigley Field. For those of you in the area, I would sincerely appreciate the support. Darin is one of the most solid people I’ve met and he will be missed.
Given these circumstances, I’ve made a bold choice in my plans moving forward. No bass. That’s right people. I’ll say it again – no bass. I’ve acquired a really sweet keyboard – a Korg SV-1 (for those of you who might actually want to know). It contains fabulous acoustic piano emulations as well as a full range of classic electric pianos and organs (Hammond B-3, Wurlitzer, etc.). I’ll be splitting my time between keyboard and guitar, forming a hybrid power trio. I cannot tell you how exciting this will be for me…and you – my audience.
Many of you probably don’t know that I actually started out playing piano when I was about 4 or 5. I’ve always played it on the side of my guitar work and during my two years in music school I became quite proficient. I haven’t had an opportunity to put those skills to work for me – until now.
So far I’ve had three solid rehearsals with Brad Quandt (my lead guitar/lap steel player) and Rio Chavez (my drummer). The arrangements are coming together even better than I heard them in my head. I’ve given the task of providing harmony vocals to both Brad and Rio and little by little we’re getting there. Furthermore, the space left by the bass is allowing some really amazing things to shine through and create surprisingly unique elements in the music. The phrase I’ve been using for the past seven years – “Folk Rock on Steroids” – has never been more accurate. This will be a true meeting point between the rawness of my acoustic show and the hair-raising power of an electric band. All topped off with the gospel soul of piano, and the electric organ whistling through a Leslie rotating speaker.
I cannot wait to share this with you guys. It will be a force to be reckoned with. Are you with me?

The Road to Memphis…and Back

9:30am, Thursday May 19th – Due to a few obstacles, what was originally supposed to be a tour with my band was now going to be a solo tour. It had been a while. I used to tour by myself all the time. With a new album, changes in the band and new business ideas overloading my brain I very much welcomed the time to just….drive. It’s amazing the kinds of things you can work out by just letting the big wheels roll.
On this particular morning I was Memphis-bound. I packed up the “bus” – my previously mentioned Ford E-150 – and made my way down I-55 S. From there I would make the five hour drive cutting through the flat open plains of central Illinois on through the very swollen Mississippi river valley surrounding St. Louis, Missouri. It was a beautiful spring day. Clear skies. It felt great to be on the road. My mind carved out ideas for new marketing plans, new song arrangements for my new band line-up and the plans for the night’s show at the Hi-Tone Café in Memphis.
After working through various highway interchanges in St. Louis I continued on the additional five hour drive through the deep green hills of eastern Missouri leading on through the flatlands of northeastern Arkansas. Eventually I would meet up with I-40 east and head over the gargantuan Big Muddy officially crossing into Memphis, Tennessee.
I pulled into the parking lot at the Hi-Tone Café having logged ten hours of driving. It’s a long day, but it was the last thing on my mind. I made my way into the venue, grabbed a seat at the bar and received some glorious news from the bartender. Free pizza and PBR – some of the sweetest words a touring musician can hope to hear. By the time I finished my dinner and had a couple drinks the rest of the nights musicians were arriving – it was just about time.
As my set time approached I went into show-mode which is comprised of these general steps:
1) A quick stop at the van to change into my show clothes
2) Assembly of my guitar stand
3) Set up both my acoustic and electric guitars – tune them – place them in the stand
4) Uncover my amp and make sure I have all my cords, tuning pedal, picks, etc. ready
5) Look over my set list with any final thoughts/changes
6) Remember the ten hours I drove to be here and that I better bring it for myself, my band and the 20-30 people who don’t know me and who I hope can’t forget me by the end of my set
7) Get all of my gear up on stage after the opening band is clear
8) Forget everything I just thought about in my pre-show
9) Take the stage
10) Show time
45 min later – sweaty and breathing hard – I clear the stage and hang by my merchandise to talk with new fans. The folks in Memphis were unbelievable. I sold three or four cds and received various cash amounts from a number of people to help with gas. The last band closed out the night and we headed to a local bar for the post-show during which I got to a know a number of new people and begin plans for my next Memphis show. One of my fans was even cool enough to let me crash at his place. I love Memphis.
I left the following afternoon and retraced my steps north on I-55 back to St. Louis. I would do it all over again in a few hours at Brennan‘s in the Central West End, and get to see some old friends with whom I’d be staying for the night. In the morning the tour would creep further north to Decatur, IL.
On Friday night after setting up the PA, sound checking, having a drink and waiting…waiting…waiting…I’d see a great sight after a long couple of days in the car – my band. They made it down to Decatur to meet up for our show at the Cornerstone Tavern. The stage lights went on, we cranked up the house fog machine and played our best show in Decatur to date. I can’t thank everyone down there enough for their support. After three years of playing the scene regularly it seems we’ve finally had our first break through.
With that said, there was quite the party that ensued afterwards. 5am saw us at Hardee’s purchasing $54 worth of monster biscuits, tater tots and orange juices. 5:20am saw us all passed out. I was up four hours later revving up the “bus”, and home by early afternoon.
A great tour, healthy profit, new fans, great memories and a clear mind.

How Good It Feels

Moonshine
Kill the headlights
Tall pines
Sway in the night
Red-line
Fire in my wheels
The tires squeal
Man, I forgot just How Good It Feels

It’s funny how easy it can be to forget to just have a good time. The ride is short but sweet. Put the pedal down…..and rock on.