Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Saint Patrick's WEEK


For anyone who can bow a fiddle, blow a bagpipe, or dance a reel, Saint Patrick's day is probably the busiest day of the year-- in fact, the whole week can easily become saturated with green beer induced performances of traditional music and dance. Such was the case for Molly's Revenge.

The adventure started with an early assembly put on for the students of Robert Luis Stevenson School in Pebble Beach. The enthusiastic students where treated to a surprisingly lively set by the band, considering the time of day, with Bethany sharing the dance arena with this young dancer, Alexandra, who was the daughter of a teacher there. Well done, gals!

Later that evening, the crew was off to perform a rare candle lit acoustic set for a full audience inside Monterey's historic Colton Hall.

Being the birthplace of California's first Constitution, David felt compelled to make a few amendments of his own; mostly pertaining to late night noise ordinaces.
To her dismay, Bethany was allowed only to dance in her soft-shoes to avoid any hard-shoe scuffs on the floor. The hall's floor itself is considered a historical artifact as each slat of wood was cut by hand in the 1800's.




None-the-less, a wonderful performance followed with the candle light inspiring an unusually intimate mood.

The next day, the city of Arroyo Grande was preparing the area's premier performing facility, the Clark Center, for the arrival of the band. The gang drove up and were greeted by a giant flashing billboard sign: "Tonight, celebrate St.Patrick's Day, with, Molly's Revenge"
With a nice sized turnout, a moshpit of young girls, and a conga line through the audience led by bagpipes and step-dancing, the evening was marked a success.


With such a rowdy night in good Irish fashion, the band presented a hair-of-the-dog performance the very next evening in the unsuspecting town of Cambria. Hidden inside another historic building once called the Bucket of Blood Saloon, Molly's Revenge packed in another dangerous amount of people partially consisting of notorious Live Oak attendees. A gem of a venue and now called Painted Sky Studio, the frenzy was recorded in high fidelity on at least sixteen tracks...
Did they catch John's pre-show rendition of Bonny George Campbell on the house piano?


After a quick stop in Morro Bay for a Hauff Brau sandwhich, it was straight back to Santa Cruz and into the studio for the final mixing of the new album.


Amidst mind numbing sessions, plans for the coming Mollys Revenge Pacific North West Tour are ironed out; reducing some band members to tears in the face of rising gas costs...

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Snowed In -- Calavaras



The roads were closed....



The cars were buried under three feet of snow...And Pete wore a funny green hat...


But the show went on. A surprising number of attendees braved the weather and bore witness to the debut of several new tune sets amidst the bands first festival performance in several months. The transition from studio musician cave dwellers to stage incinerating tune jammers is once again underway.

Word of Bethany's infectious enthusiasm for fast reels quickly sread and soon several of the other bands present were requesting her to jump up for a few steps. But Mollys Revenge kept her in the air for most of the weekend despite the concrete floor.

Also, David was invited to join the Black Brothers for a few numbers (and of course did). There he is playing the Bodhran.

More snow fell over Saturday night while the band sat in the cozy rental house watching episodes of Father Ted. Sunday was a great challenge: the band had to dig out the cars and driveway with garbage can lids(since there was no snow shovel), take the chains on and off of the car wheels twice on the way down the mountain to the festival, and then perform three sets on different stages through out the day.

Though it made for a long day, it also made for a nice drive home....







...well, for some people anyway! (don't worry, no one was hurt!)


Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Attack of the Piperazzi


Word of the ongoing project found its way to the public-- it was inevitable. Just as Pete and I were laying down the pipe and bazouki tracks for the Celtic rock-opera Baholian Rhapsody, the gates of the studio were stormed by interviewers and photographers who immediately went to work capturing the story.

This coming Sunday, the Santa Cruz Sentinal will unleash the truth about what's really been going on out on the west side.

The band was in for even more surprises though: we returned from the dinner brake to find Andy standing in the doorway greeting us with a devilish grin....


This could only mean one of two things, either he had just polished off an entire cup of frozen yogurt, or he was up to something...

"Hey you guys, come on in, I want to play you something..."



When we had left for dinner, Andy was working on mixing the number one track for the album. Now that we'd returned, we stepped in and Andy pressed the play button...


...Andy's surprise was revealed, a surprise that could change the course of the future of Mollys Revenge...

---------------TO BE CONTINUED------------

Stay tuned for the next entry-- this weekend the band is off to play the Calavaras Celtic Fair!

--David

A sign of things to come...


It's not surprising that I pass five organic grocery stores on my way through Santa Cruz to the recording studio on the west side, but when one of them displayed a sign with this message and I couldn't help but think... they mean Mollys Revenge. Whether they realized it or not, they summed up our whole lives with that sign. Nothing could be a greater alternative to reality than devoting yourself to playing and recording traditional tunes-- and oh ya, it is IN.


Over the weekend, I took leave of the studio to perform highland pipes with the North State Symphony on Peter Maxwell Davies piece "An Orkney Wedding with Sunrise", and while in town took in a few sessions with the Pub Scouts and friends at Chico's famous Duffys Tavern. Bethany finally got to play some tunes on Box with the legendary Mike Cannon and we had a grand stay with our friends Pierce and Heather.

I returned to Gadget Box to find that not only did Andy finish his entire non-fat frozen yogurt but Pete had also completed the lead vocal tracks for all of the songs.
After a few drinks we got the whole room singing (which consisted of the four of us) to add some gusto to the grande finale of our title song.


We all went home to sleep while Stu burned the midnight oil touching up the CD art work and liner notes for the approaching deadline.

The next day would prove to be the near demise of one of Johns beloved fiddle sets. Some work needed to be done on it but with an extreme limit on time, could just a few tweaks keep this set a contender with the rest? For a moment it seemed that there would be one less track... until... a few buttons were pushed and all was good. There will be thirteen tacks after all thanks to a little Andy magic.

--David





Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The Storms' Wrath: a marathon of piping and fiddling




As a maelstrom of waves, rain, and typhoon force winds pummel the jagged cliffs of the Santa Cruz coast, another storm of comparable ferocity continues to bluster inside the confined walls of the Gadget Box. Thunderclaps of grace notes and lightning flashes of vibrato strike into surrounding microphones with amazing speed and force. Every once in a while the two storms, of two worlds, collide with disastrous effect...

"David, was your drone wavering in that B section? I thought I heard something weird in there."
"No way Ryan, that was a solid take. Did you see the lights flicker? It must have been a power surge."

"Come on man, you've been at that part on the pipes for almost three hours, I would understand if you where getting tired-- want to take a quick brake? Get some La Cabana?"
"Hey, serious, it was a power surge! Let's take it again from the top..."

This was my swollen blistered hand after five hours of straight playing on the highland pipes...Ouch! But at last, all of the highland pipe tracks for the new album where complete, nestled on a solid bed of guitar and bazouki accompaniment.
"That last take was for you Andy, Je ne suis pas une perfectionist!"


Then the daunting task of meticulously matching every 32nd-note of a fiddle part to the pipe track came down to one man.... John Weed.
But with more notes bowed in ten hours than fill all nine of Beethoven's completed symphonies, his work too was finally done. And the finished product...?

Well, lets just say the Admiral wont be sitting back sipping Peruvian at Coffeetopia for much longer....


--David