Well, Mister Fred Rogers died Thursday at the age of 74. This beloved man unfortunately died of stomach cancer in his Pittsburg home. I don’t know about the rest of you, but Mr. Rogers was one of my favorite shows as a kid. He was a much better neighbor than any of the real neighbors I had growing up. Fred Rogers you will be missed and may your spirit live on. You always were my neighbor.
What better way to spend Black Fridee than getting your socks rocked off in Aggieville with Trevor Burgess at Aggie Station. If you haven’t bought his CD, you’d better. If you haven’t heard him, you’re missing out. Deines is driving from Topeka to make the show. Wherever you are, whatever you were planning on doing, you’d better make or change plans to be at this show.
I’ve been sitting on a bunch of recordings that were made at Buster’s last year. For 200 Miles and Archipelago, these recordings are the only incarnations available. I threw some covers up as well. I’d appreciate any comments. By the way, I’m aware of the bug when you try to view the details. I’m working on it.
Tonight at Fat’s Bar in Aggieville is a CD release party. Trevor Burgess is the guy’s name, and if you’re into alt-country, classic country, or anything by the Great Divide or Pat Green, you need to be here. I’m not sure how much tickets are, or if there even is a cover, but whatever it is, it’s well worth it. Come out tonight and buy this man’s CD!
I’m sorry to anyone who thought I was going to Gumby’s as intermittently advertised. I went to Bobby T’s due to Jed’s and Chrisi’s insistence. I almost miss the days that I was assigned five songs and could only perform those and was forced to get off stage. Tonight I played 17 songs. Half of the alcohol I consumed was paid for by other people. That’s nice, but I wish I could be forewarned when I have to finish the night…with over an hour of time to go. Maybe it’s just that facet of me that has to look pessimistically on a good thing. Anyway, I think this is the last time that I set a goal for myself that I will play all four open mic nights in Manhattan. It was a good experience, but I think I will limit myself to two nights a week.
I guess, ironically, that the biggest compliment you can get when you get through playing an open mic is when the guy running the open mic says, “Let’s give a big, heart felt f**k you to Aaron!” The next thing that happened is that an off-duty waitress bought me a beer. My life is full of mixed signals.
Arturo Got The Shaft is squaring off against Allen Masterton in a Geek Rock duel to the death. Two geeks going in… only one is making it out alive Friday night at the Blue Moon Cafe in Hastings. Preliminary peace talks have failed and the embassies close at 8pm, signaling the beginning of this musical peacekeeping conflict. Justification? Weak. Evidence? Speculatory. But, sometimes, there is just no stopping some people. 8pm. Friday. Blue Moon, Hastings. Arturo Got The Shaft with special guest Allen Masterton.