1. Last Saturday night, our much anticipated evening at Byron's in Pomeroy had finally arrived. It was a pleasure indeed to put both Lady Blue and Truth Be Told on display, and for us all to be together getting paid to party! Byron and his namesake club both impacted us with a great music-loving all good things of the hippie world vibe. Complete with a plethora of tie-dye and Jerry souvenirs, it was like a little oasis in the northern Iowa musical sands. That night was actually the anniversary of Jerry's death, so Truth Be Told was the perfect band for the moment and they put their very best feet forward. Thanks, Byron and all the Byronites for a memorable evening which we hope will be the first of many!
2. Recently, Ben represented Truth Be Told on Scented Vinyl, the weekly Monday concert series at Mars Cafe, and you may check our his solo stint here.
Stay tuned for some major Lady Blue announcements in the very near future!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
The zoo and the tree farm
The other night, we were an auction prize for a worthwhile cause, the work of the Casa Hogar Orphanage in South America supported by the fine folks of St. Anthony's Parish in southside Des Moines. So an altered Lady Blue (Tina, Brandon, Tina's bum left foot, Kevin, and Kevin's talented son Spencer who is formerly of my old band The Groove Merchants) went out to the party at Ed Augustine's home and tree farm. It was one of those epic evenings; but wait, let's talk about the first epic evening at the zoo...
A few weeks ago, we did the initial charity event for this cause at Blank Park Zoo. It was full of zesty people, pasta, passion, and prizes! The folks involved with this are Catholics from the southside, and they carried forth the best traits of their stereotype--food, faith, friends, and frolicking. (And the alliteration award goes to...only me, and maybe Lorelei Gilmore.) Anyway, an evening like this gets progressively wilder as the libation flows more freely, and one of its many highlights was the sight of two of the party organizers gettin' jiggy with us onstage on conga and cowbell. A night this doesn't come along every day, until...
The tree farm funfest, great weather, great people, great home and grounds for entertaining. I was still limping with the foot sprain, so I did most of the gig seated. However, for one brief moment of excitement I couldn't help but get up and lead the "love train" around what I named "the Lido deck" by the backyard swimming pool. And since Ben and his handy-dandy percussion bag containing cowbell and other goodies weren't along for this ride, we figured we would sadly be cowbell-less. Boy, were we ever wrong. Mr. Cowbell came with his very own personal cowbell, and a T-shirt that said "I got the fever, and the cure is MORE COWBELL!" Use your imagination--it was speechlessly awesome!
But then at the end, the group requested a "holy moment" in honor of two of their friends who had passed away in the last month. So I sang "Amazing Grace" acappella as they all reverently remembered their loved ones gone by, followed a few songs later by "House of the Rising Grace"--Amazing Grace to the tune of House of the Rising Sun. Another fun and meaningful evening all for a great cause. It just doesn't get much better than nights like this!
A few weeks ago, we did the initial charity event for this cause at Blank Park Zoo. It was full of zesty people, pasta, passion, and prizes! The folks involved with this are Catholics from the southside, and they carried forth the best traits of their stereotype--food, faith, friends, and frolicking. (And the alliteration award goes to...only me, and maybe Lorelei Gilmore.) Anyway, an evening like this gets progressively wilder as the libation flows more freely, and one of its many highlights was the sight of two of the party organizers gettin' jiggy with us onstage on conga and cowbell. A night this doesn't come along every day, until...
The tree farm funfest, great weather, great people, great home and grounds for entertaining. I was still limping with the foot sprain, so I did most of the gig seated. However, for one brief moment of excitement I couldn't help but get up and lead the "love train" around what I named "the Lido deck" by the backyard swimming pool. And since Ben and his handy-dandy percussion bag containing cowbell and other goodies weren't along for this ride, we figured we would sadly be cowbell-less. Boy, were we ever wrong. Mr. Cowbell came with his very own personal cowbell, and a T-shirt that said "I got the fever, and the cure is MORE COWBELL!" Use your imagination--it was speechlessly awesome!
But then at the end, the group requested a "holy moment" in honor of two of their friends who had passed away in the last month. So I sang "Amazing Grace" acappella as they all reverently remembered their loved ones gone by, followed a few songs later by "House of the Rising Grace"--Amazing Grace to the tune of House of the Rising Sun. Another fun and meaningful evening all for a great cause. It just doesn't get much better than nights like this!
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