Monday, October 30, 2017

Weekend Gig Notes: September 2017


Weekend Gig Notes, #1: Coming into The City from my gig in Marin county via the Golden Gate Bridge, I immediately rolled down the windows and let the returning fog into the car so I could tell it how much I missed it. It didn't have its usual zing - probably too tired from dealing with the heat wave like everyone else - but it was still a treat. We shared a laugh as I deliberately drove over the ball caps that the fog had smacked off the heads of tourists and landed them in the roadway (the hats, not the tourists).

When I got to the toll booth I learned that I was to pay $7.75 for the privilege of coming home. Apparently I was in such a state of bliss in my momentary relief from the heatwave that I didn't find the “I've lived here all my fucking life so I get a break on the toll” lane. 

So, just curious: automate the toll taking process with cameras and computers, and the toll price goes up? Perhaps we could keep toll prices lower for residents and natives by charging tourists an extra premium for a “fog-less photo-op crossing” toll.

Just a thought.


Weekend Gig Notes, #2 (While The Cat's Away…): at last night's Seducers gig at Bird and Beckett, band leader and pedal steel master Joe Goldmark was absent on a well deserved vacation, so Mitch Polzak, Hank Maninger, and I carried on in his absence. Mitch and Hank do many trio shows of their own leading some of the finest musicians in the Bay Area, so there was plenty of material to choose from to put on a great show, which they did easily.

Though I'd guess I know somewhere around 75% of their material, it quickly became apparent that Mitch and Hank have been trying out some new tunes and ‘extended arrangements’ in their trio work; things that may not necessarily work for a more traditional quartet like The Seducers. But being well versed as a “substitute drummer” whose main task is to “follow the leader(s)”, I was surprised but game for the challenge. 

Billed as a night of “country honky tonk music”, I am fairly confident most bands playing country music aren't doing 8 minute versions of country classics with multiple time signatures and extended solos. Of course, Mitch and Hank did their great versions of standard country classics, but it sure was fun dropping into fourth gear and seeing if you could make the turn!

At the end of the night, Hank looked at me and said “Mitch Mitchell plays country!” I don't remember if I ever told Hank that Mitch Mitchell, drummer for Jimi Hendrix, was my biggest influence when learning how to play, but it was the best compliment he could have given me (assuming it was a compliment!). We all laughed and I responded with “Chris Squire plays country!” (Chris was the bass player for the progressive rock group “Yes”). We shared another laugh when we remembered how we “lost the 1” a few times but kept on going until we got it back, which served as proof that we were creating something on the spot; not the usual approach for a “country band”. 

Of course, we all missed Joe and his wonderful playing that makes a Seducers show special, but a good time was had by all as the country band stretched out.

(Don't worry Joe, everyone stayed until the end of the show, and no one asked for their money back.)


-KO

Shout

(What If . . .)

What if they held 
a hate rally
and no one cared?

What if they held 
a hate rally
and everyone else 

made it a point
to go to the beach
and have a wonderful day
just like any other Saturday 

picnicking in the sun 
playing in the waves
with their families 
and loved ones

and make new friends
of different persuasions 
and ask them 
to tell their stories

of how they got 
to where they are
and the troubles they are facing
and if they need any help.


Shouting down hate
does not promote love.


Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   August 2017

Random Travel Notes: August 2017


Travel Note #1: San Jose Airport

Put down the phone, people watch, make eye contact, smile; it totally creeps most people out. As long as they don't call Security, you're doing it right. 


Travel Note #2: Yorba Linda, CA

Went to the local Von’s (Safeway) to get dinner, and got to the checkout counter with a grass-fed ribeye steak, a bottle of Maker's Mark, and a bottle of speciality microbrew. The following conversation then ensued between myself, the young checkout clerk, the bagger, and the lady behind me:

Clerk: Cool, dude; looks like you got everything you need! (smiles)

Me: I am a man of simple pleasures. (smiles)

Bagger: (guffaws, bobs his head, and snorts in the affirmative)

Lady Next in Line: Please tell me there'll be a side dish or salad, at least.

Me and The Clerk: (exchange of puzzled looks and mumbled half-sentences)

Lady Next in Line: (head bobble side-to-side in the negative)

Elderly Man Shopper next to Lady Next in Line: (a wink and a clandestine thumbs-up)

Now I know why people say 'I love L.A.'


Travel Note #3: Vic and Anthony's Steakhouse, Las Vegas, Nevada

An elderly gentlemen, alone, coiffed and obviously rich, was leaving the restaurant when he walked past my table and said, “If one must eat alone, one should do it at Vic and Anthony’s.”

Snapping back to reality from a food induced dream-state with a mouth full of lobster, I could barely muster a response. “Um…oh…yes! Indeed!"

He replied, “Have you tried the quail egg appetizers? They're excellent.”

Chewing rapidly while trying to act dignified (and failing), I said, “Oh, uh, no; next time!”

I raised my martini glass in his direction, he nodded in the affirmative as he left, and it was then I remembered that if you dress nice, carry yourself well, and keep your mouth mostly shut, no one need know that your just renting the penthouse.  


-KO

Thursday, October 26, 2017

I Woke Up Dreaming


I woke up dreaming
and knew the truth 
had been lying

that the differences 
they sell you and I
are an illusion 

that minutes are a 
false measure of 
the incalculable

that the answers worth seeking 
are found in silence 
not rhetoric 

and if I could just 
breathe and step back
I would see destiny 

flowing easily by
carrying all things 
to their proper place.


Ken Owen    
Van Niddy Press   October 2017

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Observations on a Crowded Sky


Military jets at 50,000 feet
     leaving trails of mystery
too heavy to move

Commercial planes at 5,000 feet
     prepare for delivering 
anxious tourists 

Black birds at 500 feet
     heading east en masse
never finish the sunset 

Hummingbirds at 30 feet,
     our empty feeder
long forgotten 

Gnats circle at 20 feet,
    frantic action
with no collisions

Charcoal and lighter fluid drifts at 10 feet,
     the neighbors dinner 
ready in one hour

Dragonflies at 2 feet
     buzzing the lawn
for dinner
     
 The dog and I at Ground Zero,
     eyes skyward,
earthbound.



Ken Owen   
Van Niddy Press   September 2017

Thursday, September 7, 2017

The Wrong Enemy


The naked emperor 
is not your enemy

he is just a rotting corpse
of a once great idea

a powerless ornament
on the hood of the car

it's what's under the hood
that should concern you.


Ken Owen    
Van Niddy Press   September 2017

Monday, September 4, 2017

Try Not to Think


Try not to think;
it will usually
hurt.

It does 
me
you see
but perhaps for you
it will be different.

On most occasions
if I think of something
it reaches right in
and cuts me to the quick
almost immediately.

The trick is this:
experience 
the experience 
but don't think about it,
just let it happen in front of you

let it fill 
your heart and senses
but not your mind
where you'll over-think it.

Not easy.



to Randy from Ken, August 2017