Eight years into doing “Granite State of Thoughts” and Monday night time’s present was my favourite of all time.
What was scheduled for this Friday night time became a particular Monday night time version, and the common one-hour present shortly became two hours, then into three hours lengthy. I might have gone until midnight, I swear. I used to be on their own within the studio, the entire constructing in truth. I had the audio system cranked, CDs had been scattered in every single place, grooving in my very own private nirvana.
However, eventually, the espresso was gone, no water was left and I had chewed my lip uncooked. I performed each CD and Youtube clip I might discover by as many NH musicians, and past, that I might get too.
And, for the primary time in eight years, I took cellphone calls into the present. Not often tried, usually simply unhealthy, I by no means favored the cellphone interview. I’m not getting all highfalutin both. I’m a caveman, plain and easy. I do not know how you can work the telephones at both radio station. Ask my producer in Harmony at WKXL, AJ Kierstead. He can inform you some harrowing tales about my technical impotence. If AJ was solely 50 kilos heavier, he would have knocked me out years in the past.
Fortunately, the very best motherf’in radio host round, Peter White from “The Morning Show” on WMNH, gave me a tutorial on how you can take a cellphone name and off I went. For 3-hours I performed over 30 songs and took eight calls from varied artists from round NH and the border cities, like Newburyport, Mass. That’s the fantastic thing about native radio. Exterior of driving your automobile drunk via the entrance window of the studio, you’re just about good to play and do what you need.
Every caller was candid about how they’re managing life through the musical drought impressed by the Coronavirus. Some had been extra upbeat than others. Some hid the despair higher than others. And a few simply didn’t give a fuck. As a substitute of taking a psychological pounding from the worry and consternation, they only began writing new songs, they mentioned, peeling via the unfinished numbers and piecing that shit collectively. Hit the bottom working with a brand new bag of tips when life resumes, which, by all indications by our President, you’ll be again to work earlier than the massive spike hits.
Rockwood and Taylor, a duo from down in Newburyport, known as in to advertise a brand new track — a “world premiere” — known as “Mr. Boss Man.” A really cool bluesy quantity laid down imply and true. Charlie Rockwood says he’s enjoying extra guitar through the imposed lock out. He simply purchased, I feel, a brand new Strat, and that’s been conserving him busy, he says. I all the time image Charlie with a hole physique strapped round his shoulders. I don’t know. Lynne Taylor all the time received one thing inventive happening in her head, so the music in that area isn’t going wherever.
Songwriter Amanda McCarthy known as in and I used to be completely happy about that. I don’t know her nicely, however I’ve thought of Amanda loads just lately. I’m a fan. Amanda is a type of working musicians that performs music full-time. That’s how she pays the payments. Absurdly proficient, McCarthy carried out all week lengthy at varied spots across the state and past. Now, she’s not. And by the sound of her voice, she’s careworn. And possibly a bit unhappy, possibly a bit mad. Perhaps all of the above.
Simply three weeks in the past, McCarthy was enjoying at one among her haunts off Route 89 and none other than Steven Tyler from Aerosmith, who lives close by, walked in for some meals and watched Amanda sing one among his songs. McCarthy, nicely, holy shat, that was a pinnacle in her younger music profession, a defining second, assembly a musical hero and getting the possibility to sing to him. Come on! That simply doesn’t occur. Not round right here. Photos had been taken collectively, the entire deal. Cloud 99.
Then, bam, as if that magic encounter occurred one million years in the past, Rona comes alongside and carpet bombs Miss McCarthy. Dang, son. You crude.
Dean Harlem known as in and was simply completely happy to have a rented room and a stack of books to learn. That’s how he plans to spend his time through the disaster. Fatten the mind, fill the uncared for pathways with new phrases and pictures. The songwriter says he hasn’t been writing a ton for the reason that launch of his new CD, “Asbury Park,” a really strong assortment of songs about fringe gamers making an attempt to maintain from hitting all-time low. Though Harlem did report he’s squeezed out a brand new track just lately, don’t count on him to launch it anytime quickly doing a Fb stay live performance. He doesn’t see the longevity within the platform.
“It would final a pair weeks.” Dean mentioned. Translation: All of us have to play stay. Actual stay.
Discuss a double whammy. Eli Autry, initially from Milton, NH, known as in from East Nashville. Simply weeks earlier a twister tore via the small neighborhood the place he lives in Tennessee and missed his dwelling by a mile and a half. The brawny nation singer riddled in tattoos performs nation music, largely for a residing, round Nashville. He comes from a heritage of musicians that has seen the ebbs and flows of the music enterprise and he doesn’t appear too roughed up by the entire dilemma. Autry is writing songs and says he’s having fun with the Fb stay exhibits. It retains him in contact along with his viewers, which stretches far past Nashville and Milton. Keep robust, Hoss.
Dusty Gray from Harmony known as to report that he’s received an excessive amount of on his plate to fret concerning the virus, not to mention growling it out in a bar with the boys and the PBR. His stunning and charming spouse is having a child boy, like, proper now! Ol’ Hank is what the boy will go by. Excellent. Effectively, maintain combing via these forgotten lyrics, maintain doing what you do. Crush it. See you on the opposite aspect Dusty Grey.
And on it went, with Jimmy Tyrrell calling in from the Plymouth space, simply weathering the storm, planning out his stay feeds, every with a “theme,” just like the music from the 70’s present he did final weekend on the ebook of face. Gold. And that’s not simply because Holly Furlone popped in for a track or two. However that by no means hurts both.
Senie Hunt is doing simply nice in Harmony, waking as much as his guitar in mattress, refueling the tank after a tough fought yr of enjoying stay consistency. Good time for a breather, take stock, write new lyrics, shave and carve. Let the Songbird sleep … then watch him fly.
So, that’s that. Write, breed, revisit outdated associates, construct out an afro, make peace with the state of affairs and “Dream on, dream on, dream on…” What else are you going to do? Stare in any respect these guitars for weeks? Ignore these lonely notebooks? Gather phlegm in your throat? Nah, get it, get it, get it. And goodnight.
Rob Azevedo may be reached at email@example.com. His new ebook “Notes From The Final Breath Farm” is on the market at The Bookery and Gibson’s and on Amazon.