Hardrocking Jonny G

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Archive for October, 2010

Jam Up and Jelly Tight!


The drum monkey beat the coconuts into submission as the guitar-slinger swung from tree to tree on a freeform freefall of fretwork…





Went out on the two wheeled steed into night air cold like an beautiful blond, and roared my way down the arteries of the city to Herman’s Hideaway, hoping for good music, good drinks and good company.  First band of three, old fogies in ridiculous stage dress, played “classic rock” at 8/10 original tempo, like a WalkMan with dying batteries.

I almost despaired of hearing anything good until the second band, Sugarhouse, took the stage and blew the room up like an atom bomb on Bikini Atoll…

Halfway through their second song it occurred to me to grab some video.

It hit me one time…It hit me two times…It hit me thirty one times!

I think I’m in love!


Tear Standing In My Eye

The shutterbug beat the skins like a caveman wooing his mate, while the dirty biker plucked the strings and screamed into the wind.  The vocals were lost in the mix, barely making their way into the whirlpool of noise swirling about the tiny room.  Play it, sing it, pound out the beat in a Sunday afternoon jam-session…

Bootlegger’s Son

Big black car roaring through the night, freight-training thunderstorm full of white lightning flashing to the juke joint.  Outlaw driver ready for trouble, foot heavy on the gas, lights out in the middle of the night pray for no deer and hit the turn hard, pull the parking brake and 90 degree slide onto the overgrown lane.  Hot dancers, thirsty bluesmen await, hungering for the liquid fire in Mason jars.  Pull in, drop off the hooch and break some hearts before heading out to the next sweaty room full of revelry.  A bootlegger never hangs around for too long, he has other places to be…