Monday, August 14, 2006

Huntington Beach Bash and Ghosties



So... after a long week of rehearsals (complete with a promotion to a larger part), I tagged along for yet another weekend in LA with Orrick and Dave. This time, Orrick would be playing the International Pop Overthrow, a moveable pop music festival featuring bands from around the globe -- and Orrick's third gig in as many weekends with as many bands.

This time, he would be playing with The Shambles, alongside Manual Scan partner Bart Mendoza. To make a long, convoluted story short: Scan guitarist Kevin Ring began The Shambles after Manual Scan broke up, but when former Scan vocalist Bart eventually joined the new band it began to look a lot like the old one. Now, with different drummers and back-up, Kevin and Bart gig with both bands and Orrick, a former Scan member, makes guest appearances as the need arises.



Now, this band is an interesting creature -- and particularly interesting in reference to this gig. Although The Shambles is technically Kevin's band, Bart booked the San Diego band into the Los Angeles IPO -- on a night that Kevin couldn't play. And Bart doesn't drive. Kevin joked, "The Shambles: it's not just a name, it's a mission statement."

Kevin's absence bumped the incredible and otherwise underused Kenny Howes into the lead guitar slot and left the bass position open for Orrick. But no one bothered tell this to Orrick, who had yet to sub with this band. Two days before the event Kevin called, realizing that Bart hadn't, and Orrick began a crash-course in Shambles music.

There were no rehearsals.

Arriving early at Fitzgerald's Pub Saturday night, we waited for Bart and the rest of the band to arrive. Now, we'd only met Kenny once in passing, so it was fortunate that he is an imposing figure or we might have missed him. Once we'd confirmed that he was, indeed, the right guy ("Is that Kenny? I think that's Kenny. Kenny?") and introductions were completed, we were two-quarters of the way to having a band. Bart and the drummer would arrive together. We hoped.

The Shambles were the third act of six to play that evening. As the first band, Bikeride, played, we casually looked for Bart. As the second band, The Wellingtons, played, we nervously looked for Bart. As the host announced The Shambles, we frantically looked for Bart. Kenny was preparing his own band to take emergency stage measures when Bart arrived, drummer in tow. How they'd gotten there and why they were late would remain unknown as they were swept through the door and onto the stage without so much as a how-do-you-do.

And they frickin' kicked ass. They'd never played together, had barely met, and they wiped the floor with the acts that preceeded them. Amazing.



It was a dark venue, however, and I gave up trying to get a decent shot of the band pretty early in the set.

After The Shambles left the stage and said their Good-Evenings, we took off. Although we had some interest in the bands that would follow, the long drive home to San Diego curbed our desire to stay so late.

If you live in a city that's soon to host the IPO (sorry, it's already been through Nashville), I'd recommend a visit.

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Now, back to me. ;)

I mentioned here a few weeks ago that I had been cast in a certain show about wives, living and dead, and an oddball medium. At that time, though I had read for the part of the living wife in auditions, I had been cast in the role of visiting wife who attends the seance that brings a dead wife's ghost back from the grave. It was a small part and I learned it quickly.

Things have since changed.

Early in the process, our ghostly wife dropped out of the show. It took nearly a week to replace that actress, and as soon as we did, the one playing the living wife dropped out. I was soon bumped into that role and the search began to recast the visiting wife. Talk about wife swapping! Anywho, I graduated to the larger role on Thursday, and am supposed to be "off book" (sans script) by tonight's rehearsal. Keep your fingers crossed. I'll let you know how it goes.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Redondo Beach Bash

Today is Orrick's oldest son's 21st birthday. I can't be at the celebration because I have rehearsal tonight, but I've sent along a copy of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy for him to enjoy, figuring that he is now old enough for a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster (the effects of which are "like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick") and the sordid tales of the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon Six.

Birthdays are in the air this week (early November nights must be cold!), as Orrick's mother attended a surprise party for a friend of hers yesterday and Orrick and I went to LA for a barbeque on Saturday, which was his friend Dave's birthday.



Now, the barbeque wasn't Dave's gig... well, it was... except... it wasn't. I mean, it wasn't a birthday barbeque, it just happened that the host was having a barbeque on his birthday and, since the host was the drummer for his band, he was playing it. And so was Orrick. The Pike Bishops provided the entertainment for Wes' annual shindig at his home in Redondo Beach.

In the afternoon, the caterers kept visitors full of tortilla strips and Rotel dip while the chicken, ribs, and tri-tip simmered for evening consumption.


In the hours before sundown, folks were shuttled to and from the beach. As there was plenty of time before the band would play, Orrick took me down for a look.

After setting up the equipment and the camera, it was time for food. The ribs and chicken were properly slathered in tasty BBQ sauce and served with potato salad, cole slaw, pinto beans, and cornbread. Yes, Wes and his wife are from Texas (as if the Rotel dip wasn't a clue). Yee-haw, that's some good eatin'! Sorry, there's no picture here. I was too busy chowing down.

Next, the band would play. Usually, The Pikesters play original stuff, but for the barbeque, they added a neighborhood vocalist and all-around fun guy (Will) to the line-up and played a mix of originals and covers. It was a good set.


In no time and in true beer-and-a-band fashion, the natives became rowdy. If there are two words that separate the one-too-many crowd from the I'm-here-to-get-s**t-faced crowd, those two words are "keg stand." If you don't know what that is, don't feel bad -- I didn't either (if you do know: tsk tsk!) Imagine someone heels-over-head on top of a keg in a handstand position being held upright by "helpers" who are simultaneously aiming the keg's spigot into the beer-thlete's mouth. Quite a sight. To protect the far from innocent, I won't post pictures.

After much imbibing, a gaggle of giggly girls rushed the stage with Lambada-esque moves and top-lifting antics, and still... Orrick had eyes only for me.

Awwww! Come on, now. Ain't that sweet?!?

It was a long drive back to San Diego after the gig, but we were all sated and happy. Orrick took the wheel while Dave and I nodded off on the ride home. In the end, I think Dave had a pretty good day.

Now the weekend is over and we're all back to our work-a-day/rehearse-a-day lives. There are stories there, too. For another time.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

You Asked for It

For those who wanted pictures....

At home before the awards:


And later, at them:


No... that's Orrick's drink. I'm not double-fisting it....

... yet. ;)

By this time, Orrick had left the Aubrey ceremony to attend his own big gig, a radio simulcast performance of local mod legends Manual Scan.

Leaving my car at the Aubrey-hosting hotel, I was delivered to The Casbah to catch the tail-end of his performance.

It was a fun night, all in all. Monday, on the other hand...

Ouch!