$100 gets you entrance to 8 bars within walking distance of each other downtown with free drinks all night.
Gram Rabbitis playing at one of the other bars. And there are DJ's and party times.
NYE be at Tony's Saloon. 2017 E 7th St Los Angeles, CA90021
PS: We're playing a private party tonight and we put together an 11 piece band band with brass band and backup singers and percussion. We had rehearsal last night and Pender from the Conan O'Brien band walks in and he's playing trumpet! I'm gonna record it and stuffs. Radical!
The Band's The Last Waltz was filmed on Thanksgiving day in 1976. We're gonna do our own PCB version with our own songs & friends the night before Thanksgiving in our natural habitat ...
Paul & Dutch Acoustic from noon - 2 on the back patio
1025 Abbot Kinney Blvd. 90291
Please note that we may not actually make it to this show because we are freakazoids already this weekend and that's 4 shows in 36 hours and that's just plain crazy.
But maybe we will do it and that will be fun!
On Saturday we were meant to play at the Drunken Lass in Prescott, Arizona.
Paxton was eating his damn sushi in the bar. Like taking his own sweet time. And we were 20 minutes late starting already.
So we just started a song and I grabbed the drum stick and was hitting the snare and singing. And Steve was yelling at Paxton about what an asshole he is. I mean we all were.
And Paxton was just kinda going slower and minutes later he came toward the stage and we were like "Finally!"
But he just kept walking past and went to the bathroom. All this time we're playing.
So then he comes out of the bathroom and walks up to Steve and the stage is like 6 feet by 6 feet. Very small.
And he corners Steve and says some stuff. I'm still trying to play the song and ignore them because I'm a professional... or something.
And Paxton says something along the lines of "You need to shut the fuck up" and grabs Steve with both hands by the neck and shakes him around like a rag doll for a few seconds. Then the bouncer comes over and physically separates them. And says "We can't have that in here."
So Paxton has to leave the bar. And the 4 remaining band members, we look at each other like "What the fuck!?"
And I'm thinking "Is the band going to play ever again?"
"Are we going to play right now?"
We're 10 hours from LA. Staying at a friend's. We're 2 hours from where we're staying. We have another gig the next day 2 hours away from there.
All that happens in like 2 seconds. Next thing you know I see Jonny move over to the drum kit and Dutch starts playing "Fire, Blood & Dust" and we're off to the races again. Still not knowing what was gonna happen. With all those questions. And talking to each other off the mics as we kept playing.
Steve made it clear that he wasn't pissed about being strangled. That's like the way he and his brother say hello to each other in the morning I guess. So all was forgiven from the stage over the course of the next few songs.
And then like 20 minutes and 4 songs later. Paxton walks in the bar. And he's kinda unsure about himself it seems. Like "Is the bouncer gonna even let me back in?"
And I see him and wave him up. And he starts walking toward the stage and the crowd starts cheering. And Jonny gets up from the set and hands Paxton his sticks mid-song and everyone in the bar goes crazy nuts.
After a minute or so, I went on up to the bar and ordered 5 shots of Jameson's for the band.
And we played a bunch of new songs. And all the lyrics had all this meaning that was never there before all of a sudden. And it was an off the charts passionate fiery set.
Afterwards, our friend Ralo the booker was like, "That was rock n' roll history."
2 other points of interest:
Paxton claims he only came back in the bar initially to get his hoodie because he was cold.
And finally, during our set our friends heard the owner of the bar saying, "There's no way I'm gonna pay them." But they actually ended up giving us a little extra.
We got a quarter a head for each person that walked through the door, all the catfish we could eat and tips.
Best catfish in the world.
Then we went to the mayor's plantation and Clarissa drove us around through the cotton fields in the pitch black with 7 people on a 2 person golf cart.
And drank some moonshine with a dog named stalker.
"11:18 pm Paul Chesne leaves the stage to a crowdful of appreciative screams, backslaps, highfives, other peoples’ girlfriends following him and general mayhem." Jeanette - Losanjealous
"Hey I got to tell ya that Paul Chesne band has solidified itself as the official Fly Fishing music of me and my cohort....He never heard of you guys till we rolled up to bishop for some fly fishing and rocked that shit...now hes hooked and every spot we go fishing you guys are rockin the camp!...had my cd player and only cd played was white mans curse...." Tessandori - Bakersfield
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Basement Tavern is a cool new speakeasy type place in the basement of a beautiful old historical building (The Victorian) on the corner of Main St. & Ocean Park in Santa Monica.
You have to go in through the back of the parking lot past the mops and trash cans then down the stairs.
There's lots of parking with their own lot.
Getting in the van at Fishlips in Bakersfield on January 12, 2008
For Now features our good old Venice buddies Paul Gronner, Troy Marinucci and Alberto Drummer.
It's their first Westside show and they live in Venice so let's get their early and eat some fish n' chips or have a turkey sandwich. Might I suggest a mosh pit perchance.
Also, Glow Festival is Saturday night. After the show we can walk there and all the restaurants are open until like 4am. And it's an all night party which is unusual for us. (read: sarcasm)
9-14-2008. Opening up for Pat Green at the sold out House Of Blues Sunset. Photo by Laura Narikawa
Friday, September 17, 2010
Live at Villains Tavern. September 16, 2010. Photo by Alicia Garcia. Where's Jonny? A little to the right. He's there and rocking!
On September 11, 2001 I woke up to the sound of Susan, my girlfriend at the time, yelling in to my answering machine.
"You gotta wake up. A second plane just hit the World Trade Center!"
Clearly our country was under attack. And I called my dad. He was wondering who did it. I knew it was Al Qaeda because my brother had told me years before about the 1998 Nightline interview with Osama Bin Laden. That they had declared war on all citizens of the United States. They had already attacked the WTC in 1991 and US embassies in East Africa.
My step-dad, Michael, had a court case that afternoon in NY. So he took the red-eye in from Los Angeles. My mom and I didn't know if he was on one of the planes that hit the buildings or if he was on one of the other ones still flying around. It was total chaos. And for hours cell phones didn't work because the emergency overloaded the system.
Finally, my mom gets an email from my step-dad's Blackberry. "I am ok." We rejoiced. He had gone straight to his hotel room and gone to sleep oblivious. He landed safely in NY within minutes of the 1st plane hitting the tower.
I went back upstairs and as I watched the gigantic masses of steel that were the World Trade Center tumble to the ground looking like so many toys, I called some friends that I knew didn't have TV, were probably still asleep and wouldn't have a clue what was going on.
I remember describing what was happening to my friends Jeff and Elvis, neither of whom had TV's and were just listening on the radio. I actually said to Jeff that it's got to be only a matter of time before we hear about someone we know that was on one of the 4 planes or working in the towers.
A couple minutes later I get a call from my friend Brent. He is very distraught. He says, "We think Elvis's mom was on one of the planes."
She was near Boston at their house on Cape Cod. I had hooked Elvis up with his first ever solo show for that night. It was to be at the Rainbow Bar & Grill.
Being the ebullient, ever-loving soul that she was, Elvis's mom conspired with some of her close friends in LA to surprise him and come see his first show. Knowing her it made complete sense. She loved her boys Oz and El. She wouldn't have missed it for the world.
On all the channels they had the hot line to call to find out if your friend or loved one might be on one of the planes. I called it.
"Was Berry Perkins on any of the flight manifests?" The response after 15 seconds was a bit of a relieved, "no" from the American Airlines employee on the other end of the line.
Then I ask, "What about Berry Berenson?" The reply, "Are you a family member?" I say "No." She says "I can't reveal that information unless you are a family member. Please hold." I just hung up.
Her flight was American Airlines Flight 11. The first plane to hit the towers.
The next amount of time is all a blur, but I called Elvis. And some other friends and lost it with my mom.
We went from the elation of knowing that Michael was safe and sound asleep in his hotel room to the out of control despair of losing Elvis's mom in a matter of minutes.
Next call we get is from my step-mom. My dad has gone in to emergency surgery. Cardiac ablation. They sort of vaporize little pieces of the heart muscle that are beating erratically to tune it up.
A few days earlier my dad's heart had stopped for 3 or 4 seconds.
He was walking through the hospital doing rounds on a Sunday. He fell backwards on to the concrete floor and hit his head. His colleagues took care of him immediately. On Monday September 10th, he missed one of the small handful of work days he ever missed in his mighty career that continues to this day. Doctor's orders.
But on this morning when I called him to talk about the terrorist attacks, he had already been awake and at a meeting for several hours.
So an hour after finding out Michael was alive and Berry was gone, my dad was in emergency surgery.
The only thing we could do was gather the troops and head to Elvis's house. The airline couldn't completely confirm if his mom was on the plane or not. We still had a little hope that maybe she missed the flight.
I remember standing out on his deck in the middle of the Hollywood Hills and hearing the eerie silence of no planes in the air.
I remember hugging Elvis when the airline finally called to confirm that his mom boarded the plane.
I remember when we all held hands in a circle out on the deck and Pat Ast sang the Lord's Prayer and a little bumble bee kept landing on my hand forcing us to break the circle and laugh right in the middle of all that pain. Elvis had written the song "While You Were Sleeping" a couple years before for his mom while she was taking a nap at their house on Cape Cod, and in that song he calls her, "My Honey B."
I remember when my mom called to let me know that my dad was alright. It was while we were in that circle with the bee landing on my hand and after the 5 hour operation they performed on him that day was done.
I remember going home and my mom cooking chicken for dinner.
Tomorrow is September 11, 2010.
My great high school friend Jeremy Corbell is marrying his Honey B, Katrina Bea, at the glorious Henry Miller Library. And my band has the honor of playing.
We will do it for to make September 11th a better day in the world in our own small way. And to send our Jeremy and Bea out on a beautiful adventure together with and for us all. And we will do it for Berry and her boys.
with lots of cool friends and acts including Truth & Salvage Co. Keaton Simons, Bushwalla, Tony Lucca, Jennifer Quiroz, Chris Parish Band, Yael Meyer, Curtis Peoples, Joe Firstman
Saturday and Sunday from noon - 2.
Paul & Dutchacoustic brunch at Primitivo Wine Bistro
1025 Abbot Kinney Blvd. Venice, CA 90291
Great food. Acoustified music.
Out on their beautiful back patio by the garden.
I don't see why not.
Here's a progress report on our new record. A couple things left to do before mixing & mastering. Should still be a few weeks because we are so dang busy playing. But we're real excited for you to hear this new stuffs! Toodles.
Sunday we're gonna go see our buddies that we probably played about 20 shows with the Dough Rollers. They're on tour this Summer opening up for Bob Dylan and John Mellencamp. Party!
The Van at the Pastime Club in Truckee
Poster nicked from Garret Donovan of Dustraiser's Facebook
Last week the Band Of Heathens played a show in Victor, ID population 840. 3000 people showed up. Also, Taylor Hawkins of the Foo Fighters is on after them. Should be a cool night. Please note that tickets are $10 if you get them here now. And $15 on the day of the show.
Donwload &/or listen to "St. James Infirmary" here.
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