Muddy Basin Ramblers

2008 Peace Fesitval

2008-06-13T18:04:00.003+08:00

The summer music season is upon us, and the Ramblers will be appearing at one of our favorite events, Peace Festival aka Hoping for Hoping.

We'll be on stage at 4:10 P.M. on Saturday, June 14, 2008.

We look forward to seeing lots of friends.

CD Release Party

2007-10-31T16:43:00.000+08:00

The Ramblers are an old-time band, so you shouldn’t be surprised when we do things the old-fashioned way.

Our first CD is coming out, and we’re holding a party for our friends and fans. It’s not going to be at some slick disco. It’s not being simultaneously released on the Net and around the world.

We’ve rented a space at Huashan, the artist’s district located at the corner of Ba-de and Chung-hsiao E. Road, and everyone is invited to celebrate with us.

There will be food and drink, included in the price of admission, special gifts, a cash bar all evening long, and a live performance of the songs from the CD, all of them, in the order in which they occur on the CD itself.

If you like the show, the CD will be on sale. We recorded it with Max, our engineer extrordinaire, and it was produced by Dave Chen, our fearless leader. The original artwork on the CD jacket is a Dave original, and the photographs were created by TC.

The Muddy Basin Ramblers are a Taipei-based old-time blues band, and we play for our friends because we enjoy the music. Come out and party with us.

What is your dream?

2007-10-22T22:39:00.000+08:00

Mine used to be playing music from the back of a truck on the streets of Taipei. Now that the MBR’s have participated in the Dream Community’s annual parade, I need to get a new dream for myself.

We met up at Hsingan Elementary School on Renai Road at 1 P.M. on the day of the parade. The outer lane of the road was closed to traffic so the floats could be lined up to await the 3 P.M. starting time. Registration took place at a table in the sports field, and walking out of the corridor into the field was a shocking experience. The field was swarming with people costumed in an amazing variety of headdresses, masks, belly dancing outfits, aboriginal costumes, and pretty much anything you could imagine. Clearly, my dreams are on the vanilla side of the spectrum.

Since we had a float to ride on, we didn’t stay in the sports field with the other marchers. We were directed to float 69, which turned out to be a truck masquerading as a giant pig. It also turned out not to be our float. The pig would carry our friends the members of Bo Po Mo Fo. Our float, number 38, was just up the line, and it was a sight. I doubt that the designer of the float had a grand vision. Float 38 sported colorful swathes of cloth on the side, fishing net floats painted in bright colors, irregularly shaped chunks of painted Styrofoam stuck on the stakes that surrounded the bed, and banners on both sides that said something about aliens from outer space. A gasoline powered electricity generator sat in the rear of the truck bed, and it chugged along throughout the day’s long, strange trip.

Standing above the cab on a platform was a painted dancing man wearing a blue loin cloth tied at his waist. We could see that he seemed to be wearing some type of prosthetic penis, which would have been odd normally, but at the Dream Parade, it didn’t really seem that unusual. We would later understand that everyone is welcome to make their dream come true in the parade, but that Taiwanese social norms involving nudity trump individual expression. More on that.

Before the parade began, we warmed up by playing a few numbers. Since our float was right in front of the entrance to the school, we had a lot of people taking photos and digging the music. We also wandered around at took photos of the other floats and parade participants. The atmosphere was very warm and friendly, and people were happy to gawk and be gawked at. More than one Rambler mentioned how we don’t stand out so much as foreigners in Formosa when everyone was getting their freak on. Later, as our float made its way to the plaza in front of the Presidential Building, it became obvious that foreigners get only a cursory glance when there is a naked man dancing on top of a truck.

Right on time, our float joined its place in the procession. We were right behind the Cosplay group dressed as Jedi Knights and Imperial Stormtroopers. In front of them was the giant brain and eyeballs. Following us was a crew pushing a giant fish with a bubble machine mounted on it. As we walked, several juvenile stilt walkers accompanied us down the palm lined boulevard. It took several hours to travel the 3 kilometers to the Plaza. The crowd along the way wasn’t overly large, but the lines of cars at the major intersections were. The police would open the intersections to the parade for several minutes, and then stop it for a time to let the cars cross our path before the march resumed.

It didn’t take long for us to realize the dancer on the roof of the cab had removed his loin cloth. As we passed people standing on the side of street, we saw that they were not looking at us; they were staring at the naked dancing man. They stared, they laughed, the covered their mouths, they took photos, but they didn’t cover their eyes. No, especially not the youngish women. They got an eyeful. In contrast to how I would expect the American public to react to such a sight, I didn’t see any parents covering the eyes of their children. The police were also very interested. Each officer we passed looked at the dancer. And then we began to notice plainclothes officers conferring with their uniformed colleagues. Soon, a messenger instructed the dancer to replace his loin cloth, which he did. In honor of the naked guy, we changed the words of Reefer Man to Naked Man. That would be a cool bootleg recording to have.

Before long, we were passing the gate at the intersection of Renai and Chunghsiao South road and entering the plaza between the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Japanese era Taipei Guest House, and the Presidential Building. Our float pulled to one side of the road across near the stage that had been erected for the festival. Groups of dancers were performing on stage, and others were congregated on its sides while waiting for their turn in the spotlight. The Ramblers took this opportunity to join those marchers who had already finished in welcoming those groups that were just arriving. I never realized how many drumming groups there were in Taipei. As the drumming groups approached the plaza, they played their instruments in a frenzy. There were adults and kids in mock African dress, aboriginal costumes, and everything in between, all playing djembes, bass drums, Brzilian drums, snare drums, hundreds of them. How do they practice? And where? From personal experience, the Ramblers know how difficult it can be to practice in public without getting complaints from neighbors and instructions from the police to move on.

Was the day over? No way. We had a gig at Bliss later that evening. As we left the Plaza lugging our instruments, we made plans to grab dinner and meet up again in a few hours. Some of us went to the Italian Job, and others to the California Grill, both in the Yongkang area. TC, Will, and I met in the middle of Daan Park, near the windmill (a great place to chill in the early evening) to lie in the grass and let our energy levels build up again before heading to the gig. The Rajasthan Gypsies were performing at the amphitheater stage, but since TC and I had seen them on Friday evening, we didn’t go and catch the show again. I enjoyed the music a lot but found the circus-like performance a bit tiresome.

The gig at Bliss was a party held by our friend Chris. She is leaving Taiwan next week, so the party was basically a going-away party. The crowd was smaller than we have played to for some time; there were maybe only twenty or thirty people there. Most people were friends or acquaintances, so the vibe was good. We played two sets and finished at about 1:30. I think we were all a bit tired after the long day (more than twelve hours together as a band), but it was definitely a good ending to a surreal day.

Muddy DRAGON Basin BOAT Ramblers FESTIVAL

2007-06-12T22:05:00.000+08:00

The Dragon Boat Festival is fast approaching. Bitan, the sunny Hsintian resort that is the Ramblers' spiritual home, is moving into high gear in preparation for the races coming up. This year the street vendors are throwing a night market party to celebrate all the customers they hope to serve.

Being Bitan locals, the Ramblers were called up for the cause by the unofficial Borough Chief, Athula. We'll be making sweet street music near Athula's roti stand in the early evening on Saturday, June 16.

If you'd like to show up, take the MRT to the last station on the green line, Hsintian. Walk along the street behind to the station until you come to the night market. Athula's stand is just past the steps at the foot of the suspension bridge, across from the 7-11 (what a surprise). If you're there while we're playing, you'll have no trouble spotting us--look for the jug band. If you arrive late, order a roti or two from Athula and ask him where the Ramblers have gone. If the weather is good, we'll probably be down along the river. Don't cross the bridge. Come down to the riverside and walk upstream a few minutes. We may be on the steps near the playground.

Update: We'll be playing at 7 PM. We should play for at least an hour at Athula's before we find somewhere along the river to carry on the music-ing.

Updated Update: Check out this news from the Onion. That's what I'm talking about.

Blue Moon

2007-06-04T19:14:00.000+08:00

The Ramblers have had a busy month. The show at Sappho was great. It was our first time to perform at A-liang’s new place. We got started about 10 by playing our first song in amongst the crowd at the tables and bar. We like to bring the music to the people, and being all acoustic, we can cozy right up with the punters and warm them up to the evening’s entertainment. Then we moved to the stage and played a regulation set, and then took a break. We switched out our condenser mics for dynamic mics, and when we came back on at about midnight, the sound quality was just what we’d been hoping for.

By that time, the staff had pulled one of the modular sofas and a table off the lighted disco floor, and the dancing began. It had been a while since our last full show, and we had some energy to burn, so we kept the dancers hopping till nearly 2:30. It was probably our longest uninterrupted performance to date. The partying didn’t stop when we finished, and I think it must have been getting light already when the hardiest of the Ramblers finally called it a night.

The next Saturday evening found us on a rooftop in Shilin at the Animals Taiwan charity party. The original date had been rained out, so the Animals crew had taken every precaution against the weather. There was a good size crowd, some familiar faces and lots of new friends sharing a balmy evening for a good cause. Noise was a concern of the organizers, and before the evening got too late, the neighbors had called in the Mounties to bust up the affair. Some dance acts, a troupe of four girls doing belly/jazz dance and a couple showing off their ballroom moves, performed to recorded music under the tent before we got our thing going.

We got a couple of songs out and then Brent, formerly of the Saltwater Crocs, and a powerful singer/songwriter in his own right, performed one of his classics, Dawg Song, replete with dog howls, in honor of the event’s theme. We played one more number, I forget which, and Sean, of Animals Taiwan, handled some of the singing. By that time, the Kevlar ones had arrived to hasten the conclusion of the evening, so the Mudders packed up their gear and slipped away into the night.

We had the following weekend off, and recuperation (and laundry) was called for. Plus, we had to get our energy up for the Peacefest / Hoping for Hoping, our summer kick-off out in the mountains of Lungtan.

Unlike previous years, we had a Saturday performance slot just as the sun was going down. The crowd was bigger and livelier than we’d seen up there before. We had a quick set, by our standards, but we started off on the right note and were in lock-step for the rest of the performance. The sound crew did a great job getting our mix right in our monitors and the PA, and the whole Peacefest crew did a fantastic job putting together a great event. Big thanks to Dave, Scott, Lynn, Lisa, and Monica and everyone else for their effort. One weekend a year, they create a circle of peace that continues to widen, drawing ever more musicians and music lovers to Kun-lun Herb Gardens in Taoyuan County. They had a little more commercial support this year, but the laidback vibe continues to be strong.

We gave the audience a little bit of everything, including Walk Right In, Jug Band Quartet, Dancehall Shuffle, Nagasaki (Dave mentioned that that city’s mayor had been gunned down recently), and others, before finishing with Riverside. It’s our anti-war number, and we felt it was the most fitting song to voice our support for peace, and reach out to the audience. Once we got going, the audience was kicking up its feet in the grass in front of the stage, and there was a great sense of camaraderie among everyone present. We were enthused to have lots of help singing the chorus, “Ain’t gonna study the war no more.”

Sandy also got some help in the horn section and was joined by several other musicians who wanted to join the glad sound. I saw Kevin from Milk and maybe others punching the air with their brass as the song reached its crescendo before the eventual a capella wind-down.

We grabbed our instruments and exited the stage while the organizers got the audience to join hands for the peace circle, a fixture at Peacefest. A band of merry pranksters on hand drums, kit drum, electronic drum, didjeridoos, guitar, horns, and others provided the musical lubricant the circle needed to get twirling. The groove on the stage was infectious, and while the audience wheeled around the grass under the full (blue!) moon, more and more musicians got on stage to join in. I wasn’t timing the jam, having my hands full with a set of LP bongos, but it must have gone on for three quarters of an hour. I knew the drummers could last that long, but I had some worries about the didj players. Happy to say, no one expired in the name of peace.

There was, however, one ping-pong-related injury to a black-chap-wearing cowboy. He shared the story with us while we were warming up behind the temple during Mr. Green/Highway 9’s set (which was great). It seems the cowboy had been asleep under the ping-pong table when Peace Dave somehow upset it, causing its edge to strike cowboy’s eyebrow. It was a nasty cut, and though it wasn’t leaking blood down his face while he was telling the story, I saw him later getting more first-aid, and there was a crimson tide.

No definite words on the next MBR gig, but we’ll keep you informed. If you’ve got any pics of us playing at Peacefest, we’d love to see them. Shoot us a link if you can.

~Peace

And thanks to everyone whose images appear on this post.

Sappho show on May 19th

2007-05-17T07:23:00.000+08:00

NOTICE: The Muddy Basin Ramblers will be playing at Sappho late in the evening on Saturday, May 19th. The joint is located in the basement at No. 1, Lane 102, An-ho Road section 1, just north of Hsinyi. Show starts at 10:30pm, and the door charge is NT$200. There might be dancing. Check your hats and revolvers at the coat room.

A blissful St. Patrick's Day

2007-03-16T14:27:00.000+08:00

The Ramblers are emerging from the studio for an evening of music tomorrow night, March 17, at Bliss. Not only are we celebrating the green, we're welcoming a friend into the third decade of her life.

The last time on stage for us as a band was at the Stevie benefit at the Living Room. It was a busy evening that saw many acts grace the stage in support of a friend in need.

Despite some confusion over the status of this gig (it is open to the public), we're expecting friends new and old to come out and celebrate the evening with us.

We're starting at 10 P.M., and the amps will be turned off at 12, but the music will probably last longer.

See you at Bliss.

Turning the Crank

2007-01-31T20:23:00.000+08:00

Oy! Is this thing on?

It's another beautiful night here in Taipei, the tip top of Taiwan, and we're damned glad to be here tonight to entertain you, from the Muddy Basin, Taipei County.

It's been a while since we've started a show, but I believe it goes something like that.

The Ramblers are still on their hiatus from the stage while we concentrate on getting our very best sound recorded for a future album.

We're breaking the silence on the blog now to let you know that Dave and Conor are in Memphis 2007 International Blues Challenge (IBC). The Blues Society on Taiwan (BSoT) chose these lads to represent Taiwan in the duo competition.

They'll be taking Taiwan's blues back to Beale Street.

Progress on the Coming Album

2006-11-22T20:51:00.000+08:00

Many of our dear fans are asking, "When will your CD be finished?" Rest assured, friends, it will be soon. However, it might be after Christmas, so don't bank on Muddy Basin CD's for stocking stuffers. Sorry folks.

We are getting close, however. Just last Sunday we met at the Sandcastle to lay down some tracks, and with the help of Max the Soundman, we just focused on playing the music, and the recordings sounded pretty good. And this is a very important step in making our CD especially.

Our CD will take time because we are making these recordings in the old way, live with all of us playing together. Most bands go to studios and lay down single tracks, instrument by instrument, and then they mix the tracks together to make a song. Although this would speed production time and make us sound awesome, it just doesn't seem to fit what we are trying to do. So when we record, we all play together, and we've got to play as perfectly as we can.

One other difficulty that we face is that amplifying or recording the Muddy Basin Ramblers is really challenging. With so many unusual instruments, we need at least seven to ten dynamic microphones for a good sound, and fourteen is better. We can also use two or three condenser microphones, but that means feedback and a whole different slew of problems for the soundman. At one gig a while ago, the soundman just retreated from his soundboard and hid backstage on the verge of weeping. He was really new to the job so I can't blame him, but even veterans are challanged by the task of getting that sweet sound we love. (Thanks, Max and all other soundmen who have helped us out!)

Another reason for us getting our CD out so slowly is that we've been busy working on several other Muddy Basin products that we hope to have available for the holidays.

If all goes well, we'll be offering Muddy Basin Gift Certificates which can be used at all Muddy Basin Rambler Retail Stores to purchase all sorts of cool Muddy Basin Rambler gear, like: fully poseable action figures complete with hundreds of authentic Muddy Basin Ramblers hats, outfits, and of course, instruments that really work!

There will also be Muddy Basin Ramblers DVD's, comic books, video games, trading cards, bottle openers, screen savers, stickers, stationary, action figure playsets, belt buckles, seat covers, lunchboxes, furniture, bookbags, and my favorite: comfy Muddy Basin Rambler flip-flops that you only wear inside your house.

If we can't get these fine products out by the first of 2007, we'll shoot for Chinese New Year, and that'll give us another two months.

And if our cool plastic stuff isn't manufactured in time for you to buy Muddy Basin Rambler gifts for the holidays, you can always just send some money to a good charity, or spend some time doing good things.

Blues Bash 3

2006-11-15T14:48:00.000+08:00

Hsichih/Xizhi, however you want to spell it, is lucky to have the Dream Community, and so are fans of the Blues in northern Taiwan. The DC welcomed DC and his Blues Bashers on November 4 and 5, 2006.

We were scheduled for a twilight show, and we finished off our afternoon with a warm-up jam near the Dream Community dance studio/classroom. When it was time to get up on the stage, we did, and we didn’t let the lack of a sound check dampen our enthusiasm.

DC gave us a gracious introduction, and we launched into a ripping set. Actually, it sounded like something was ripping, or shorting out, once in a while. The sound system was making itself heard above our own noise. The audience was appreciative and got into the spirit of our jug band blues sound. It was good to see so many of the Taipei music community come out to support the show.

Conor finally found the time to run the rapids of the Red River, but all too soon, our time in the bright lights was over, and we retired to watch the rest of the performances.

At eight o’clock, the Bash’s finale Superstar Jam took place. All of the musicians who were willing to jam the stage for a final, all inclusive jam, got up and did their thing. It was a hell of a good time, with all sorts of contributions being made.

One of the guitarists on stage for the finale was Joel Blumert, and although I didn’t go to Capone’s after the show and jam with him there, as some of the Ramblers did, I got to play music with him just the same. It turns out he liked our sound and wanted to play with us again. So, we joined him Hsichih at the DC for an evening of music.

Joel is a native of New York with an interesting and odd family connection to the Blues. His playing is great, and singing extraordinary, and generally seems to be a hell of a guy. We were all a bit surprised to hear that he spoke some Chinese, but then he explained that he was a long-time Sinophile with an interest in martial arts, philosophy, and alternative healing.

After a great meal at the café, we accompanied Joel for two sets of music. He and Dave sat next to each other while the rest of stood around them. TC was missing due to filming requirements, but his tub was there, and Dave played it to back up Joel several times (or maybe once).

We recognized many of the songs that we played with him, but the verses were often different from those that we had learned. We surprised him a bit when we all launched into the backing vocals for KC Moans. DC was there as well, and I specifically remember him being called up to join Got My Mojo.

The last song we played, Death Letter by Son House, is one of my favorites, and I know I had a great time cutting loose and channeling a bit. We hung around a chatted a bit after the show, and before leaving, we all received mini loaves of sourdough bread.

Thanks to Doug and crew for the BB3, to all of the hep cats at the Dream Community, and to Joel Blumert for inviting us to share an evening of music.

Night at the Circus

2006-11-08T22:13:00.000+08:00

We showed up at the CKS plaza for our Saturday evening gig, and we learned that a quality performance was required. While waiting for our sound check with Maestro Christoph, we watched a team of ace diablistas expertly tossing their spinning, oversize yo-yos back and forth across the stage. They had raised the bar high.

At one o’clock it was our turn on the stage, and we worked through an hour-long test of the sound system that worked out all of the bugs and left us with just the right amount of monitor mix on stage and an even balance of our own microphone levels for the audience later that evening. An appreciative crowd of early-birds snapped up our juicy worms.

Then it was into the backstage area, in the bowels of the National Concert Hall, to store our instruments and grab a quick lunchbox meal courtesy of the promoters. This was followed by a warm-up session along the walkway that runs along the inside of the wall around the CKS plaza. We attracted a crowd of locals and several Spanish circus performers with our acoustic jamming. After an hour or so, we all felt that we were ready for the performance on stage.

Sandy and Conor went home to relax and get changed, while TC and Will and I found a quiet corner of the park for a picnic. Two hours later, when we made it back to the Concert Hall to get dressed and grab our instruments, the Betel Nut Brothers were on stage. We hung out to the side of stage and looked at the large audience that had assembled. They completely filled the steps in front of the stage. Dave accompanied the Brothers on their last number. And then it was our turn.

Emcees usually figure that we are ready to start performing long before we really are, and the young woman hosting this show was no exception. To keep the audience entertained for a few minutes while we got everyone plugged in and sorted out, Will began a little tap dance number on his board, and then Dave and I jumped in to play along. While we were busy at that, the emcee finally made her final announcement, and we were on.

The next hour went by in a blur, at least from my perspective now. Things were right and tight. We started off with Walk Right In (I know this because I watched this video) and we finished up with the Taiwan Song. The Betel Nut Brothers were up there with us for the finale song, and it went down in a fine style.

There were fans who wanted photographs with us (and our instruments) waiting at the rear of the stage, so we spent several minutes posing with them, and signing a few autographs. (Okay, I signed one.)

Then, we returned to the backstage area to eat another free meal and grab our stuff. We wanted to hang around the plaza because there was an after-party for the performers that we thought would be interesting. TC headed off with Jojo to a Harbin-style restaurant while Conor, Slim, Sandman, and myself had another picnic in the park. When it was time for the party, we went up to where it was being held.

Trees had laid out a buffet of sorts (I limited myself to fruit) and there was a crowd of musicians, circus performers, stage hands, and others mingling and talking. I spoke to several people, including one Belgian gentleman who manages several world music acts, including one of the MBR’s favorites, Tarif de Haidouks, a band of Roma. I also chatted with Christian, the director of the Cirque d’ Baroque and several of its performers.

After enjoying the big party for a while, Will and I took it upon our ourselves to entertain the affable Cirquists. We found the rocky shoreline of a fishpond and set up a camp of revelers under the moon. There were several runs made to a nearby convenience store for more supplies, and we passed several more hours in good spirits. By this time the square was empty and the moon was hanging low in the lightening sky.

We bid our new friends adieu, and before we knew it, a quick taxi driver had Will and I in Hsindian. Willy got out by the swimming pool, I headed up onto the mountain for a few hours of sleep.

Coming up next: Blues Bash 3

2006-11-03T02:43:00.001+08:00

I was checking out this band called Hazmat Modine that DC Rapier (founder & president of Blues Society on Taiwan; www.bsot.org) had mentioned because it's fronted by two harmonica players. Deviant, weird alchemy. "... rustic, deliriously Dionysian blend of whorehouse Blues, Reggae, Klezmer, Country and Gypsy-tinged music." www.hazmatmodine.com/home.html

Whatever whorehouse Blues is, we should do more of it. And some on-site immersion to boot.

I didn't download an album from Soulseek, and there was this great throat-singing song on it. It sounded like Paul Pena's (Genghis Blues) guitar and deep throat work so I tried to check that out. I came across this radio show page at www.wnyc.org/shows/newsounds/
episodes/2006/09/14 and there was our mate Albert Kuvezin (& Yat-Kha) doing an uncanny version of When the Levee Breaks, of all things. Dark, witching stuff. Get a much stronger sense of the misery of the flood than in the blues version, I thought, which usually makes me feel high and dry. I wondered if we'd done that song at Witches the dark night he was there...

There's a new album schlock full of similar stuff:

www.worldvillagemusic.com/
anglais/album.php?album_id=80

Hazmat Modine, Bahamut: www.amazon.com/Bahamut-Hazmat-Modine/dp/B000H0M4XY/sr=1-1/
qid=1161284365/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-1306186-2930356?ie=UTF8&s=music

Rambling in the Basin

2006-11-02T00:09:00.000+08:00

Here's your musical invitation to the festivities this weekend.

We had a practice last Sunday evening. It felt like we would have our act together for this weekend’s shows, and it didn’t sound too bad either. We worked on some of our standards and some we’ve only played a few times. Dave sent around a play list of 15-20 songs that we’ll select from for the shows on Saturday and Sunday.

Saturday we’ll be performing at the 2006 Open Air International Arts Festival, Taipei; Spotlight on New Circus. We won’t be under the big top, or on the big stage; a smaller stage will in the square will be our launch pad. That’s where we’ll be at 6:00 for our 50 minute set. Sound check is much earlier, so we’ll all be in the park somewhere for most of the day.

Sunday will see us out in Hsi-chi for Blues Bash 3. We’ll perform from 4:30 to 5:00 P.M. BB3 is the product of DC Rapier, a musician who doesn’t just lead a band, but leads the Blues Society on Taiwan. If you run into DC at the show, let him know you appreciate his effort. This is a free show for the benefit of blues lovers in Taiwan.

Following the harvest moon

2006-10-19T10:46:00.000+08:00

It feels like the Ramblers are awakening from hibernation.

We've got an event this weekend, but I really can't tell you much about it. It's a celebration, in Bi-tan, on Saturday night. We'll be performing. Satisfied?

Our big musical weekend is only two weeks away.

Saturday, November 4, the MBR will be at, well not "at" so much as "in front of", the National Theater at the CKS Memorial. I believe we'll have about an hour on stage. According to the latest word, we'll be on at 3 P.M. I can't track down any on-line promotional material at the moment, but we'll get something up here for you soon. I happened to be looking at the November issue of the National Theater/Concert Hall events schedule and found our name in tiny print on the page introducing the gig.

We'll be playing at the Blues Bash 3 in Hsi-chi on Sunday, November 5 at 6 P.M. We'll be on from 3:50 to 4:20. According to the Grape-Net-Vine, Conor will perform a special 30-minute version of Red River.

Make it down to one of these shows if you can. Good times are on the way.

2006-10-05T16:34:00.000+08:00

There's music in the air, ... and pom poms

Last weekend's DP Day was a smash. There was a nice, healthy, music vibe in the park at Treasure Hill. The MBR thang didn't go down due to personnel/personal issues, (the details of which were announced several times to the audience by the emcee, Bone?). Our thoughts were certainly with Dave and his family. We all regret their loss.

It was great to see JRing's two bands. Sky Burial was without their guitarist, Brian, who was off in Russia, but they had an amazing keyboardist sitting in with them. If you hadn't been watching him playing the keys, you'd be forgiven for thinking there was a guitarist on stage. I haven't seen anyone do that so well in Taiwan for a long time (ever?).

The second band John plays in, Crossroads, featured Barry, the owner of Bliss, on lead vocals. Most of the songs they played were Rolling Stones numbers, and Barry does an inspiring Mick Jagger impersonation.

Sandy and I ended up leaving before the final act came on. Our appetite for rhoti's was just too great.

Props to Sean and his crew for putting on a great event.

There's a lot to do this weekend.

Conor is having a Moon Festival BarBQ on Friday evening over at Bobwundaye's that's promising to be a rollicking good time.

The Migration Music Festival, organized by our friends at Tree's Music, is also taking place this weekend at Da-an Park. There are shows Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evenings, along with workshops during the day. The workshops on Saturday and Sunday, during the day, are being held at Huashan this year. If you get the chance, go to any of the workshops. They are much more intimate than the amphitheater, and you'll come away with an increased appreciation of the music and musicians.

Our very own Dave is performing with the Betel Nut Brothers on Sunday evening. I'm sure most of us will be up on the grassy hill at the back of the amphitheater enjoying that show.

TC, however, will not be there. Checking in over at Planet Poagao, I see he is off to the PRC for an adventure. Let's see what a warm welcome they give to this exceptional Taiwan compatriot.

By the way, the pic at the top is of a group that I happened to catch today as I walked through the NTU campus.

2006-09-28T12:12:00.000+08:00

Daniel Pearl Day of Music 2006

We haven't been on stage in a while, but we haven't been slacking off. Work on the CD is coming along, and we've got several performances coming up.

The first is the Daniel Pearl Day show at Treasure Hill in Taipei on September 30. I believe we'll be starting around 4 or 5 P.M., but come early to catch the other acts. We're at the smaller stage at the art studio/cafe.

We've taken part in the Daniel Pearl Day of Music several times now. Besides being a great chance to see live music in Taiwan, it's also a day to reflect on Daniel Pearl, a journalist and musician, who was executed in Pakistan in 2002.

Update: An email brought a copy of the flyer for this weekend's event. And here's a schedule of when the bands will be performing.

Main Stage
2pm To a God Unknown
3pm Minstral
4pm Anglers
5pm Sky Burial
6pm Sons of Pablo
7pm Crossroads
8pm Public Radio
9pm Sound Clashes

Acoustic Stage
3pm Kevin Smith
4pm Mister Green
5pm David Chen and Muddy Basin Ramblers

Lightning blues

2006-09-07T12:35:00.000+08:00

We'd been planning to do a riverside session/gig/practice down at Bitan on Sunday, but that afternoon a thunderstorm rolled in and dumped heavy rain on Xindian. I called David; he said if the rain stopped we'd still be on. At 6 or so, it stopped, so I gathered up my stuff and went down to Athula's. I ordered a couple of delicious rohti and was just chomping into them when it started to rain again, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Since we were all there, (except for Conor, of course), we decided to go down and find a dry place to play. We walked carefully through the lightning and thunder, carrying as we were such lightning-friendly things as a long wooden pole and a metal guitar. We ended up under the highway bridge, a massive concrete X-shaped structure looming over the river where, not too long ago, the Karaoke Bastards ruined many a night's tranquility in the area. We were about to do the same, but with better music. David had brought me a Muddy Basin Ramblers T-shirt to replace the one I misplaced at Zoe's house.

As we began to play, the rain increased in volume and strength; rivers of water streamed down the bank where we were playing. We moved our stuff around trying to find someplace dry. Amazingly, several friends showed up, despite the weather, to hear us. The sound echoed under the bridge, and I was sure everyone across the river could hear us. Occasionally a scooter or vendor would trudge by, sometimes stopping to listen. I'd brought my pocket trumpet and for some reason, possibly the weather, the valves were sticking like crazy. I managed somehow anyway, playing very deliberately. At least the tub isn't affected by the rain. It even makes a nice umbrella if need be.

We played until about 11:30, making it an early night due to the fact that everyone had work the next day. The rain turned to drizzle as I walked back home across the bridge. It was a good time. We should go down there more often.

Muddy Basin Ramblers

2006-08-21T13:00:00.000+08:00

Down at Athula's last night talking to a bloke from up in New Garden City. He was asking about the tshirt I had on -- an MBR one -- and asked if we'd ever played at Xijhr, to which I answered "yes" because we have indeed played there.
"I have to show you something," he then said. With that, he whipped out his cellphone and showed me the screensaver. It was a colour photo of us playing the Xijhr gig, which I thought was pretty damned cool.

2006-07-19T12:47:00.000+08:00

Desktop Blues

If you're Jonesing for some blues during the MBR's mid-summer hiatus. Here's a link you'll have fun with.

2006-07-06T18:47:00.000+08:00

North American Music Weekend

If we’d been thinking ahead, the MBR experience for 2006 would have included a show to celebrate Cinco de Mayo and completed the trifecta of North American patriotic holidays.

Coming on the heels of the IFfestival/Hoping for Hoping weekend, our performances at Canada Deh and the 2nd of July at the American Club of China made for a busy fortnight of gigs.

It was great to be back at Da An Park for another free show open to the public; we were a younger, smaller band the first time around, at the 2003 Migration Music Festival.

Unchanged was the oddly inspiring mix of local and foreign music fans that congregated in the amphitheater and on the grassy slopes.

A backstage highlight was the air conditioning, which went some ways toward increasing the camaraderie of the performers, as did the mojitos (eh, TC?).

We had a grueling sound check in the afternoon, not so much from the length, but because of the searing heat on stage. The sound crew were on the ball and did a good job of accommodating our wall of sound, although I think I heard someone say that they wouldn’t mic Slim’s tapping because it “wouldn’t sound good.” Little do they know.

Not having a mic for his feet might have been the reason that Slim spent so much time dancing with the crowd (okay, it was a crowd of two--Scott Cook and a two-year-old lad).

I thought our set sounded great. Unlike the rest of the bands, we even had our own sound guy, Max, sit at the board during our performance and monitor our sound.

Milk, on the other hand, didn’t come for a sound check, had no one at the mixing table, but knew how to make the party rock. The smoke machine that anemically belched a few poorly timed blasts of violet-scented fog during our set was working overtime for Milk.

I knew we were in for a good show when Kevin opened the first set up with the slightly teetering piano theme from my favorite Canadian television phenomenon, the Trailer Park Boys.

As always, Milk was curiously costumed, with masks featuring prominently. The lead singer and the female go-go dancer wore demonic leather masks; the male dancer had on a mask that might have come from lacrosse; and the bassist had a hockey goalie mask.

Not content to let the night end when the music stopped, Conor, Slim, and I headed over to JB’s for the England v. Portugal match. In the taxi, Conor predicted, accurately, it turned out, that no goals would be scored during the two halves or the overtime periods, and that the game would be decided by penalty kicks.

He did not predict that England would end up losing. Honestly, though, the crowd at JB’s, with a few notable exceptions, did not seem particularly surprised at the game’s outcome. England did not put on a good performance, in my opinion. But, hey, I'm American. What could I possibly know about footie?

Feeling sporty after the game, Slim and I got into a 3 A.M. broad jump competition in a pocket park just behind the Buxiban pub. That boy has got some legs on him.

If you’ve already read TC’s account, you know that I was absent from Sunday’s performance at the ACC, so I can’t say what happened at that gig. I will venture that the music was excellent, and the people were unprepared for the audio onslaught that the MBR foisted upon them.

Maybe one of the other Ramblers could post a lowdown on the hoedown. (Edit: To avert a showdown, the lowdown on the hoedown will not go down.)

2006-06-30T18:12:00.000+08:00

Just a quick note/rave on a song that I've been trying to learn for years – "Mississippi Blues" by William Brown. Ordinary title, ordinary name, but extraordinary song. As I understand it, William Brown is not the "Willie Brown" that sang the M&O blues or the one Robert Johnson mentions in one of his recordings of "Crossroads".

So I guess William Brown is a bit of a mystery, but you can catch a bit of him speaking and the two songs he recorded for Alan Lomax, which is available on a CD called Deep River of Song: Mississippi - The Blues Lineage. (You can find and listen to it at Amazon.com) The other song he recorded for Lomax, "Ragged and Dirty" has been recorded many times by many musicians since, including good 'ol bob dylan.

The song itself is a wonderful piece to study on the guitar --- I think he plays it the key of C, A position (capoed at third fret). Brown plays with a technique that has inspired so many fingerstyle guitarists today, picking the bass lines and the melody at the same time, as if the guitar were a piano.

Although the song has a typical blues structure, Brown plays an unusual melody against the bass that sounds almost like it's a ballad. It gives the entire song a gentle, lilting feel.

I'll have to go back and re-read the liner notes, but I think the song was recorded in the early morning before daybreak, at least that's what a picture in my head when I listen to it. It's just a sublime recording, and it's a song I'll be learning for the rest of my life.

Hope to see you at Canada Day, eh?

2006-06-28T02:18:00.000+08:00

From Peace to Patriotism

After a blast of two days of awesome music and fun at the first ever IF Festival and then the Hoping for Peace Festival, the Ramblers head into another two-day blast of music and fun at the Canada Day Celebration, in Da-An Park, and then the American Fourth of July Celebration, at the American Club.

Celebrating patriotism is always dangerous because patriotism breeds that "us and them" feeling. However, with that cool peace feeling that the Ramblers got from last weekend, we can try to bring out the best of patriotism: a sense of pride in who you are, where you came from, and what drives your gears to make the world a better place.

It's all good fun...

2006-06-21T13:21:00.000+08:00

Mud Bloods, each and every one

Last year at this time, we were fully engaged in the Mud and Water Tour of Taipei’s live houses. This year, we are keeping busy with outdoor events.

This last weekend we took part in a combined birthday party for Athula and Dave. Dave only mentioned it was his birthday once we were at the party. Athula, on the other hand, has been talking up this party for over a month. I believe that most of the people at Chris’s place were Athula’s customers/friends from the ‘Tan, the way he wanted.

Athula catered the event with his delicious Sri Lankan food: two varieties of rice, chick peas, several meat curry dishes, a potato curry. Even Slim had two plates. That is saying something. I was fortunate to have another plate of food the next evening at the Sandcastle. S and J took a bunch of the chicken curry and rice home from the party at Athula’s urging.

The weather cooperated, at least in the sense that it didn’t rain. It was warm and humid, but that is a given when it should rain but doesn’t. Some people told me the atmosphere on the balcony was so close that they had to go to the bridge in order to breathe some fresh air. I was sporting the oh-so-fashionable dish towel around my neck so I could wipe my sweaty face

There were lots of great people there. I especially enjoyed talking with one Bi-tan gent about his past life working for the Canadian forestry department, his thoughts on forest maintenance, and the sorry state of low-land forests in Taiwan. Interestingly, his adult son is also in Taiwan, teaching English in I-lan, I believe. Two-generation ex-pat families are the next big thing.

This coming weekend, we are performing at two separate events. The first, on Saturday, June 24, is the IF Festival at Hua-shan. Sunday the 25th, we’ll be at Hoping for Hoping in Lungtan at the Kun-lun Herb Garden. We’re on during the heat of the afternoon. I think we’ll be trading in our blues-suits for something more relaxed, probably tropical wear.

The next weekend, we’ll be playing July 1 at Da-An Park in celebration of Canada Day and then at the American Club for the Am Cham 4th of July celebration on July 2.

2006-06-09T15:41:00.000+08:00

And when it pours...

Hoping for Hoping has been postponed due to the heavy rain that has been pounding northern Taiwan. The new dates are June 23 to June 25. I believe we'll be performing on Sunday the 25th.

On the 24th, we'll be at Huashan in Taipei. I haven't got the name of the event we're performing at, but it was sold to us as a wedding celebration for two of Slim's former colleagues. Judging from the proposal that we were shown, it will be quite a shindig. More on that later.

2006-06-06T11:48:00.000+08:00

When it rains, it pours.

I mean this in the best possible sense. As mentioned previously, this weekend is Hoping for Hoping. We play Saturday afternoon, June 10. That’s the “rain.” It’s a gig. Gigs are good. Two gigs at the same time is when it “pours.”

On Saturday, June 10, the San Francisco Guitar Quartet is performing two shows at Taipei’s National Theater. This is the group’s first international tour; last year’s performances in Guam don’t count as international for these Americanos.

According to the band’s website, they play music from “traditions including classical, world and ethnic traditions, and improvisation.” Tickets are available from www.ticket.com.tw

My connection to this band is that Christoper Hanford, one of the founding members, was my high school classmate back in California. He and I got together yesterday evening to reminisce about the old days and catch each other up with what we’ve been doing in the intervening 23 years.