Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Just Got This Email Through My Website...
I "X'd" his name for anonymity's sake. But I think that he's probably found the culprit...
name: XXXXXXXX
Regarding: General
message: Paul,
This may seem very random but I believe I was at a gathering with you about 7 years ago in the la area. You were hilarious singing songs like "nobody likes me, that girl over there is pretending to but she can't stand me.". I think it was called worthless cu*t. I think anoter song was called the farmers daughter. I could be way off base and it might have been anoter Paul chesne altogether. Bit if it was you - you are a funny guy. And always left an impression on me and my friend
Submit: send
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name: XXXXXXXX
Regarding: General
message: Paul,
This may seem very random but I believe I was at a gathering with you about 7 years ago in the la area. You were hilarious singing songs like "nobody likes me, that girl over there is pretending to but she can't stand me.". I think it was called worthless cu*t. I think anoter song was called the farmers daughter. I could be way off base and it might have been anoter Paul chesne altogether. Bit if it was you - you are a funny guy. And always left an impression on me and my friend
Submit: send
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Mike Stinson At The Cinema Bar
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| Photo gallery of Mike Stinson At The Cinema Bar on May 29, 2009 |
Mike Stinson is pretty much my favorite singer/songwriter in LA. He does that tear in your beer kinda stuff that George Jones and Hank Williams made famous. He's a master of charming your pants off through self-deprecation. His love songs are simple, honest and unpretentious. One of my old sayings is the darkest time is when the sun comes out. His embrace of the darkness shines.
When he plays at the Cinema Bar it's kinda like James Brown at the Apollo or Johnny Cash at Folsom or Paul Chesne & the Crazy Mutherfuckers at the Kibitz Room. I'm not sitting here trying to compare my band playing at the Kibitz to my favorite two albums of all time. I'm just saying that these acts in these venues fit like a glove. In our own small way each of us have places and moments that epitomize a time in our lives. Some of us reach grand heights. Some of us touch only a few souls.
Mike Stinson at the Cinema Bar is the perfect example of an under-appreciated singer/songwriter with an overqualified band playing at the smallest dive bar in Los Angeles that touches a nostalgic chord deep inside me even as I'm there. I stopped in last Friday for a few songs and a drink, but ended up staying for 3 hours on my only night off in months.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Save Your Own Soul. Ain't No One Gonna Do It For Ya.
Save yourself! Infidels. Fools. Fiends. Heathens. Hedons. Snake charmers. Handlers. Glossolalians. Exorcize ye demons! O'Brien's Tonight.
I hope your soul is one that has already been spared by His wrath. Only He can be 2 places at one time. We are reverse engineering this technology from an interplanetary Pod I found discarded carelessly in the rubbish. Will be debuting it tonight at O'Brien's. Be 2 places at one time! All ye saved and damned and darned souls! Free admission to all... Read More who care to enter the warmth and dubious honesty of our rock and roll embrace. There is no more religion. Rock and roll is dying. No superheroes. No Renaissance men. Just a cadre of rapscallions and thieves. Crooks and dynamos. Downtrodden with empty bank accounts and monkeys on their backs. All we have is our heart and song. Who will save us then? Just sign your name in blood on the dotted line.
It is ye then who shall be saved. Wherever you are or may be or never were before. We will be in the trenches fighting for you. For our friends most dear and our closest enemies. Bring your AK-47's and softest pillows. Boeing 747's and red lipsticks from the 99 Cent Store. Your softest raiments and your sharpest swords. Yellow high heels. Belts of silver. Anklets. Throw them in the fire. Your finest hours of cotton and spider's silk. This is the time of rations, but there can be no rations on elation. There can be no limits to ecstasy. No matter world of outside of war and road rage. Bad parking places. Expired registrations. Trips to the DMV office and Tijuana. Offensive wealth and generosity and greatness and mediocrity. It is a non-violent act of civil disobedience. Fingers bloodied. Throats scratched. Ears ringing. We will hurt no one but ourselves. We will wake up tomorrow ready for the next sermon. The next round of casuistry and unpretentious artifice. Superficial, superfluous and cubicle virtues. I wanna do it. But I don't have to do it. I don't wanna do it. But I have to do it.
O'Brien's Pub. 2941 Main St. SM, CA 90405
Free Entry!
21+
PAUL CHESNE BAND: 10pm-2am
MATT ELLIS: 9pm-10pm
If can't make it, listen to the music here:
http://paulchesne.com/whitemanscurse/whitemanscurse.html
I hope your soul is one that has already been spared by His wrath. Only He can be 2 places at one time. We are reverse engineering this technology from an interplanetary Pod I found discarded carelessly in the rubbish. Will be debuting it tonight at O'Brien's. Be 2 places at one time! All ye saved and damned and darned souls! Free admission to all... Read More who care to enter the warmth and dubious honesty of our rock and roll embrace. There is no more religion. Rock and roll is dying. No superheroes. No Renaissance men. Just a cadre of rapscallions and thieves. Crooks and dynamos. Downtrodden with empty bank accounts and monkeys on their backs. All we have is our heart and song. Who will save us then? Just sign your name in blood on the dotted line.
It is ye then who shall be saved. Wherever you are or may be or never were before. We will be in the trenches fighting for you. For our friends most dear and our closest enemies. Bring your AK-47's and softest pillows. Boeing 747's and red lipsticks from the 99 Cent Store. Your softest raiments and your sharpest swords. Yellow high heels. Belts of silver. Anklets. Throw them in the fire. Your finest hours of cotton and spider's silk. This is the time of rations, but there can be no rations on elation. There can be no limits to ecstasy. No matter world of outside of war and road rage. Bad parking places. Expired registrations. Trips to the DMV office and Tijuana. Offensive wealth and generosity and greatness and mediocrity. It is a non-violent act of civil disobedience. Fingers bloodied. Throats scratched. Ears ringing. We will hurt no one but ourselves. We will wake up tomorrow ready for the next sermon. The next round of casuistry and unpretentious artifice. Superficial, superfluous and cubicle virtues. I wanna do it. But I don't have to do it. I don't wanna do it. But I have to do it.
O'Brien's Pub. 2941 Main St. SM, CA 90405
Free Entry!
21+
PAUL CHESNE BAND: 10pm-2am
MATT ELLIS: 9pm-10pm
If can't make it, listen to the music here:
http://paulchesne.com/whitemanscurse/whitemanscurse.html
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
We played for 6 hours on Sunday at the Whaler...
Here's what Paxton the drummer had to say about it: "Yesterday i played music longer than any human should. 6hrs is unheard of anywhere. That shit should be in Guiness or someone should blog about that. I felt things hurt in my body i never felt before. Fuck!"
Well Paxton it appears you've done just blogged about it! Yeah, it was 6 hours. We weren't lollygagging. We were bleeding, sweating, crying, jumping, running, dancing, loving. The picture above is of the crowd during hour 5!
An article posted on Yo! Venice! about the show.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Webb Sisters & Leonard Cohen : Elvis Perkins : Dahl Sisters
From time to time I like to spread the wealth of what some great and talented friends are doing.
The Webb Sisters, who sang on "I Hate Your Ever-Lovin' Ways" on the White Man's Curse album, have played 100 shows with a songwriting hero of mine, Leonard Cohen, over the last year plus. They're coming to LA with him on April 10th at Nokia Theater. Their new EP which features Mr. Cohen singing on one of the songs is in the top 20 on iTunes.
One of my oldest friends who was in our band for a few shows and who has shared countless bills with us around LA over the years, Elvis Perkins, has a new album hitting the stores on Tuesday. You can listen and buy it online already.
Also, The Dahls aka The Dahl Sisters aka The Curly Tops just played a big show last week opening up for Rocco DeLucca. They made a new video of a song that Eric aka "Dutch" aka the guitar player that I have been lucky enough to have in my band for nearly 10 years and 500 shows wrote.
Check it out here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJA411Ev1YE
2 PC tours comin' up in April. Arkansas, Texas, Tennessee, SF, Reno, Truckee, etc!
Details still being ironed out.
Hope this finds you well,
PC
The Webb Sisters, who sang on "I Hate Your Ever-Lovin' Ways" on the White Man's Curse album, have played 100 shows with a songwriting hero of mine, Leonard Cohen, over the last year plus. They're coming to LA with him on April 10th at Nokia Theater. Their new EP which features Mr. Cohen singing on one of the songs is in the top 20 on iTunes.
One of my oldest friends who was in our band for a few shows and who has shared countless bills with us around LA over the years, Elvis Perkins, has a new album hitting the stores on Tuesday. You can listen and buy it online already.
Also, The Dahls aka The Dahl Sisters aka The Curly Tops just played a big show last week opening up for Rocco DeLucca. They made a new video of a song that Eric aka "Dutch" aka the guitar player that I have been lucky enough to have in my band for nearly 10 years and 500 shows wrote.
Check it out here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJA411Ev1YE
2 PC tours comin' up in April. Arkansas, Texas, Tennessee, SF, Reno, Truckee, etc!
Details still being ironed out.
Hope this finds you well,
PC
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Horse Racing
One time I went to the horse races wth my dad and a whole host of his good friends who were total characters. Anydoodles, we're going to Hialeah down in Florida because we loved Miami Vice and that was the race track with the pink flamingos during the title sequence. The catch is you can't get in to the horse races in Florida unless you're over 16 or 18 or something. So we've got a limo and all these rich and famous fellas ready to roll. We walk up to the place and they won't let us in cuz I was like 12 but I looked 8. So we go back to the car and Walter Matthau takes a cork out of a wine bottle and burns one end of it. Then he paints a black charcoal mustache on my face. I was as blonde as could be. We walk back up to the same guy we walked up to a few minutes before like he wouldn't notice us and he turns us away again.
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