As I work through a screenplay set in the days of my ill-spent preteen years – the mid/late 1970’s – I have been unearthing the music that I obsessed over. Surprisingly, it’s still strong, especially the direct guitar leads and plaintive lyrics, to say nothing of the awesome cartoon album covers.
Babe Ruth’s The Joker: “A quarter ounce for a five dollar bill?!?” Thin Lizzy’s Jailbreak: “Like the game, if you lose, go to jail.” The Car’s Candy-O: “I need her so.”
The water in the lake was perfect and I had stayed in too long, but finally surrendered and began the long, sad task of closing the summer house. It was supposed to take a hour or so but took so much longer; all of the furniture had to be put back into place, animals shooed away and there were weeds growing up through the oven into the kitchen. All the while I read over two essays, both of which lost focus in the middle, and kept my eye on the TV and The Beatles reunion where Lennon played on despite being crushed beneath his piano. It was a melancholy song, one I had never heard before, and got back to what had to be done, until everything was in the boat and we set sail, back for the city.
I went to see Bernardo at The Rock Shop on Friday. The show was awesome.However I was in the back – where the sound is best – and had a couple of people talking in front of me, talking non-stop, their backs to the music. Normally I would tell them to shut up or move, but I am trying to better, kinder version of myself and so employed a different method. I used the flash on my phone. And it worked, sort of; they hated it – ducking and turning away and stopped for a moment. But then, after I had done it twice, they went back to talking. The show still rocked.
Bernardo played its first-ever gig at Hank’s Saloon in Brooklyn last night, thanks in part to Bill Murray on a bicycle.
Hank’s Saloon’s facilities
Lead man, Mike Deminico, walked into the bar a couple of weeks back, inquiring into playing at the venue, and received an indifferent response and email address. Somewhat miffed, Deminico considered abandoning the enterprise when Bill Murray bicycled past and returned Deminico’s greeting. His resolve buoyed, Deminico got in touch with the manager and was on stage shortly thereafter.
Mike Deminico leads Bernardo at Hank’s Saloon.
The music of Bernardo is an unadulterated pleasure, straight ahead and wildly fun; the short 35-minute set was simply not enough. Deminico promises more in the months ahead.