Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Yup, Joe is the man
All Things Must Pass
Some parting words from Joe Pisapia…
In the age of Twitters and Facebooks I find myself conflicted, constrained and in a little pain (while typing on my I phone,) as I try to offer a condensed version of what is to be my final guest Road Journal. Don’t worry, you’ll still see me in D.F Yonkman videos in the studio with the guys, but I will miss you in person, on the road. Truthfully I am amazed, almost surprised, when I consider the gravity of looking back on seven and a half years (!) of playing shows with Guster. To me it feels more like five months or a year… but I guess time flies when you’re having fun.
So with that being said here is my 128 character (or less,) farewell to the road days:
2 all my new BFF’s —10Q and C ya L8tr LOL ;)
*For those of you who are “not into the whole brevity thing” -read on.
Sincerely, I am filled with gratitude to my brethren in Guster and to all of the fans, that have allowed me to experience this wonderful chapter in my life. There are far too many memories to mention here but I will attempt to list some of my favorite moments.
-Going to the City Museum in St Louis with the guys after a show.
-Floating down the Boise River with some people we just met, before a show.
-Hiking down to Crater Lake.
-Performing with The Boston Pops at Symphony Hall.
-Being on tour with the Zamboni’s. (Dave Zamboni — top 3.)
-Hiking to natural hot springs outside of Santa Fe NM.
-Performing the Violent Femmes first record at Arlene’s in NY for MTV2.
-Spending a day at Badlands Nat’l Park.
-Taking the stage via Segways in Boston.
-Every Sixthman cruise that we did, especially with BNL, some of the nicest and funniest guys on the planet.
And here are some particular things in general that I will miss:
-The fans, especially the ones I got to know and the ones that made delicious cookies etc.
-Spending the late afternoons (between soundcheck and showtime,) playing extreme bocce with the guys.
-Getting to visit and explore towns that aren’t usual tourist destinations I.E., anywhere Iowa, Mankato MN, Billings MT, Vermillion SD etc.
-The extended family on the road: Gord, Seth, Josh, Anderson, Andrew, Allyson, Amy, Gerald, Roger, etc.
-Late night poker games on a cardboard box in the bus.
-Playing bass. Especially on songs like Ruby Falls, C’mon, Hang On, and This Could All Be Yours.
-Every seemingly unexciting family dinner at Applebees or Outback when we were stuck out in strip mall hell. (Funny how the most mundane moments have such particular reverie.)
-Mostly I will miss all the laughter that we would do on a daily/ hourly / moment-by-moment basis.
What I won’t miss:
-Porta potties
-Wet turkey sandwiches with yellow mustard.
-Having the keyboards act weird at a show.
-Attempting to play any sport, other than bocce, with the other Gusters. (They’re all practically semi-pro (WTF?!))
I couldn’t be more proud of “Easy Wonderful.” Brian, Adam, Ryan and I poured our hearts and souls into it, and I think it sounds that way. Our creative relationship remains intact, and I look forward to having everyone back at Middletree for what will be the record after EW.
So be nice to Luke. He is your new friend. His musicianship is only tantamount to his character, which is exemplary.
And don’t be a stranger. Be friends with my music page on facebook. Or just put my name in the google machine from time to time. I promise that I will finish a follow up to Daydreams in the near future.
Love to all of you!
TTYL.
Joe
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
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Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
This was posted on craigslist....and subsequently removed
If you are a serious musician that values your craft and earns a living from performance, you're probably thinking "Fuck you. Do you ask your accountant to do your taxes for the exposure?". You are not who I am looking for. Thanks for looking.
If however, you and your unemployable band of pothead hobbyists are enticed by the prospect of a free open bar stocked with the finest of suburban banquet hall well-liquor and an opportunity to run a train on the most whorish collection of self-entitled bridesmaids this side of a Sex In The City marathon, please contact me. There's probably dinner in it for you too, if the starched vagina of a "wedding planner" (bride's bff) can get her 3rd rung caterer to leave a few sandwiches in a storage closet for you at some point in the evening.
What I need from the band:
I don't care if you are an original Icelandic thrash-raga act featuring steam calliope and backwards Armageddon poetry, but I need you to be able to train wreck your way through a few requests.
Don't Stop Believing. You provide the high notes, we'll provide the smell of wine and cheap perfume.
Free Bird. Go nuts with the solo. Really. If this evening was a never-ending cascade of sonic punishment hailing down on Tom at blaringly inconsiderate volumes, it would only serve as apropos karmic revenge for the afternoons I've spent listening to Jillian chatter about OHMYGODIDON'TCAREWHAT.
Macarena/Electric Slide/Chicken Dance. It doesn't matter which one you play, but there has never been a classy party where one these songs has made an appearance. This will not be a classy party.
Do Not Play:
Jessie's Girl. I used to play weddings, and if I have to hear this song one more time, I'm going to fucking cut someone.
They said they don't have any preference's for attire, so I'll take that to mean you're ok in a threadbare Megadeth shirt and black jeans.
I will provide the PA (the band and sound system are my wedding present to them).
This is not a joke. Please shoot me an email if this sounds like something you might be interested in.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Bad Bad World - Guster [Official Music Video]
go here and vote for it. (dont know if the vote matters but life is a big popularity contest and tight is right)
