Bees Knees!

Bees Knees!

by | Jun 2, 2011 | On My Mind |

The craziest thing happened this week!  I was walking in my neighborhood doing my daily routine; yoga, cappuccino with Sal, and as I turned the corner to kiss hello to Toli and Antonio I saw what is in the photo above. That’s so weird, right?  I’ve never seen anything like that before.  Fortunately, the NY Post was right on top of it, but the article never mentioned how or why the bees swarmed on the mail box.  Very interesting….just another day in New York City, I suppose… More on the topic of Bees Knees (let’s rock, let’s rock) I had my first show with Spanking Charlene and it was awesome.  Lakeside Lounge was packed to the brim and the band banged out song after song.  There was sweat, dripping mascara, and booming rock ‘n roll.  The kind that makes you feel ALIVE!  Our next gig is at Lakeside on June 18th. I also have been working with my buddy Mick Fumento, who is the drummer for Lily Sparks.  He has a sweet studio in Jersey. In addition to our rehearsals we’ve been meeting uno y uno for drum and bass work.  He’s been teaching me to sit down in the pocket and to just feel what’s going on. He’s a really heavy cat and I’m lucky to be working with him. Lily Sparks is a new project that I’m involved in.  We’re playing this Sunday, June 5th, at Rockwood 2 for a short set.  Check out the “Upcoming Show” page.  We’re playing the Durham County Fair in September in Durham, CT.  We also have some great gigs at the...

You Drive the Men Wild!

by | Apr 4, 2011 | On My Mind |

That’s what someone wrote in the subject of a private email I received.  Why do I receive private emails?  Because I have a private email address.  What was that private email about?  I’ll tell you what it’s about because I’m not so private. Cool Kitties and the Square Cats had a kick-ass rockabilly show last month at Otto’s Shrunken Head.  We rocked and we rolled. Anywhoo – some drunkard in front was dancing real good to our swinging tunes.  He was dancing, and drinking, and drinking, and drinking.   There were some close calls of Bethany almost decking the dude, and after the third time he threw his coat onto her feet, she turned to me and said “this dude has got to go.” By the time we hit “Blue Suede Shoes” it was too late.  The drunkard jumped on stage and moved in.  I got pushed up against the wall (mind you, I didn’t lose the groove), and he extended his hand lovingly towards my face to go in for the kiss.  Luckily, our Square Cat guitarist, Seth, and Bethany came over to intervene.  The drunkard got escorted out, but made sure to give me the international sign of “f-you” with a mean ‘ol stare.  That didn’t really bother me because I returned his “f-you”, and raised it with the international sign of vagina. Here’s the private email; written in reference to this little scuffle: “Chicken wire reminds me of the movie Road House with Patrick Swayze where they had chicken wire around the band to protect them.  I saw that guy come over in your direction, but...