The newest project, “A Good Day in Red Paper” will be released Thursday, December 3rd in San Francisco’s oldest and grandest niteclub, the Great American Music Hall on Polk and O’Farrell. Sharing the night with us are Earl J Rivard, the Highway Robbers and Alma Desnuda. Alex Karweit and Robin Applewood will play in our set. All local acts for an all local night. I must say my classmates have been central in supporting me through this release and I look forward to introducing them to the band’s friends and family who have stuck with us through the years. Earl J starts out the night after doors open at 7:30pm and we take the stage shortly after, followed by the Robbers and Alma Desnuda. Check out almadmusic.com to discover this good lookin, great soundin groove machine. A $13 pre-order ticket provides a free Grace Woods Trio CD to go with a fabulous night of entertainment. All the ducks are in a row: BART and Muni accessibility, the possibility of dinner at the venue, parking, a professional sound system, a lovely balconied ambiance and a bunch of new songs to boot. Thanks for supporting this fabulous bill of 4 San Francisco bands!

Thanks Hollywood

Last night was fabulous. My friend Hugh McBride and I filled a cafe called Cafe Audrey, a hip little spot dedicated to Audrey Hepburn, complete with wall-sized portrait and other homages. Jessica Burks was kind enough to have us on the bill and we enjoyed her fluttery musical renderings. Thanks to Anna for coming out and bringing company! Thanks to folks who came out from the Music Institute! Thanks to all our new friends and thanks to the Jacobson family for coming and for putting us up. We had a good time and look forward to coming back!

Thanks also to everyone who came to the San Luis Obispo show. What a friendly audience. Deborah was awesome live and the cafe was full and happy. Thanks to Joe and Sue for putting us up.

Life, Music and MJ Update

This past weekend I was in Colorado for my college best friend’s wedding. Being there made me miss the confidence that comes with being surrounded by one’s best girlfriends. While there, I had the chance to see one of my Aunts and 3 of my cousins. True to the regional stereotype, these ladies are experts at outdoor activity. I, however, spend most of my time at a piano or a laptop. I used the waiting time at the airport to write papers for my many classes-I’m trying to complete my MBA before New Year’s, so procrastination isn’t an option. I’m taking singing lessons and songwriting lessons. Whitney is majoring in music and completing his BA. He wants to teach. My sister graduated college, so I get to see her and my brother more often, which is paramount. New songs flow out like water; all of them shorter than the last and hopefully with sweeter wisdom than their predecessors. The new CD is all set, save a release date to be scheduled in December. For now I’ve scheduled a solo tour leading up to it. Thanks for listening and sharing your life with me. Hope to see you soon!

Now the story of my bro’s bday party: I wondered why the cop at Dolores Park did not stop us. We had no noise permit for the PA and generator and there were bottles of Mateveza precariously protruding from large red tubs. There was also a large silver, sparkly pinata of Michael Jackson’s hand hanging from a centrally located tree. There was also a power strip up inside this tree- apparently a casualty of the battle to hang said pinata.
Perhaps the cop knew it was Michael Jackson’s birthday. Perhaps he liked MJ’s music filling the park. Perhaps he also enjoys naturally caffeinated beer with yerba mate. My brother, the brewer of said beverage, certainly does. My sister baked the chocolate cake and I slaved over the giant pinata, which a little girl almost smashed to pieces later in the day. Jimmy delivered the fatal blow. Pics are up on my facebook page. I found out about a new band called Sweedish in SF that my friend Mark recommended. I tried to save my voice for the singing lesson on Monday.
Jimmy seemed happy. That was most important. It was afternoon before a song repeated. Who knew the King of Pop was so prolific? Only hits home when you run them all back to back.

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