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Labor Day Reflection 2011

This past year has been a rollercoaster for organized labor across the globe, and my little corner of it in Connecticut has not been spared.  I saw some disturbing, if not shocking, events unfold as the rollecoaster ride went along.  Make no mistake, this most recent ride is just a uptick, since these things happen all year, every year, but usually with less frequency.  Here is a small selection of rants regarding the most bizarre of the bizarre:

Anti-Union Union Leadership: We have seen a variety of people run for elected union office, and win, despite being openly anti-union and anti-organized labor.  They continually fail to recognize the most basic structures and ground rules, but have sown seeds of dissatisfaction among enough people to carry the day in a voting process.  The recent backlash against SEBAC is a great example because SEBAC did nothing more than what it was mandated to do by the Connecticut General Assembly, but somehow there is traction to the idea that SEBAC is supposed to be a membership organization, which it is not.  These same pathetic dopes are now trying to sell their fellow union members on a plot to be represented by a new union, with no experience in collective bargaining, no political presence in CT, and bylaws that look like Pol Pot wrote them, and all because SEBAC did what it has done for 17 years, and followed their charter…

“Race To The Bottom” – you know that you have social power when you can make people vote against their own self interests.  The Republican(t) party has done a great job convincing non-union workers, and even union-workers, that union jobs should pay less because private sector jobs (supposedly) pay less.  They are not asking for better pay and working conditions at their own jobs.  They are asking that others get less so they feel better about not keeping up with inflation.  While they are being led in this race to the bottom, the same characters are raising the standard of living of the mega rich by making sure that corporations have the freedom to send work offshore, pay less here in the US, provide less benefits here in the US, raid pensions here in the US… and so on.  The game is so brazenly transparent that it is shocking that it works, but it does work.  Nobody calls in to convicted felon John Rowland’s radio show to ask what they can do to raise their own standard of living… ever.  If they did they would be hung up on.  No.  They call to complain about how they heard that someone in a State job retired with a living pension… Not once mentioning that the radio host has two such pensions, concurrently.

And last, just for balance, Blind Pro-Union Sentiment: I have been consistent that I do not believe that organized labor is right for every sector of the workforce.  In public service it serves to protect the employed from the rapidly shifting political whims of the political arm of the State.  That is a fact.  Having a defensible contract provides stability to public services during times like the ones we are in now.  Times when political expediency would carry the day, and services and jobs would be slashed.  Instead of seeing every job as a potential organizing target, I think we would be better off focusing on the investment made by the public in the services provided with their tax dollars, and the costs involved in throwing that investment away.

So that, is just a stream of consciousness ramble through a few points of personal interest.  I wish that the people in State service that complain about  the cost of government services while drawing a government paycheck would admit that their position is not defensible.  Maybe they could help their cause and find a job in the private sector.  That would be fair.  Frustrated by the parliamentary system and the statutes of the government that employs you?  Take a real stand and find a job that doesn’t rely on those structures.  And if you are not in a union and are not making enough money, seeing regular raises, accessing affordable health care, or watching your pension drained by a heartless corporation… stop bitching about unions and do something about YOUR situation.

Rochefort Festival Wrap Up – Finale

I will be looking over the previous posts and inserting images, and cleaning up text, fixing typos and misspelled names, and maybe editing some dupe info and omissions.  Otherwise, that is the story from beautiful Rochefort, France.  Some really amazing and dedicated people run a very ambitious festival, the artists are treated very well, and the results are very enjoyable for both the audience and the artists.

What I have tried to relate is my experience, my reality, and my observations during a week where I made a point to stay open and positive at every moment.  That is probably the thing I am proudest of.  Many bass players could have done a better job with the music, would have had an easier time, and been able to contribute more.  I am what I am: a person in love with music and the bass, who has had the good fortune to be able to express that in some very interesting venues.  Whether that is the intimate “Never Open Books” of New Haven, or Cafe Nine, or an outdoor festival stage in France, I try to bring the same ethic.  I owe my friends from New Haven Improvisors Collective a huge debt of gratitude, and maybe none more than drummer Steve Zieminski.  Playing bass alongside him for the past two years has allowed me to grow as a bassist, and trust my instincts more than ever.  As I approach 50 years old, that is not an easy thing to do.

From the beginning of this trip I have focused on the concept of being open, in the way that one opens their heart to the opportunity and does not try to mold the experience to their will.  My work with NHIC, or DOOT!, or the Sawtelles, or Lys Guillorn…. and others has been a fantastic training ground for that approach.  An experience like the one I just had at Rochefort is a type of validation.  Likewise, it was dependent on encountering other with the same generosity of spirit, the same patience, and the same willingness to set out on a journey and trust that you will work as hard as they will to reach the destination.  I was fortunate to encounter those people at every step of the way, in circumstances where it would have been easy to cop an attitude or cede to some negative element.  It simply never happened.

I would be remiss to not mention, again, what a pleasure it was to work with Napoleon Murphy Brock.  The timing of this event was very opportune, as the time that has elapsed since Zappanale 20 in 2009 has allowed me to make some observations and allow my cynical voice to recede.  Napoleon is a world class performer, educator, musician and person.  He does that on his terms, and I can’t say that I would want to be tied to those terms, but in an instance like this it was his stability and patience and focus that created a safe haven when other situations were spiraling into disarray.  And hell… I held down a flimsy canopy in a driving storm on an electrified stage in hopes of him not being speared through the neck with a broken piece of aluminum!  So there is always that 🙂

With hopes for continued musical adventure,

Bon Journee’

Rochefort Festival Wrap Up – 5

The Festival

The actual performances were scheduled for Thursday August 25 through Saturday August 27.  After three days of prep and rehearsals I was now balancing rehearsal schedules with performance schedules.  On Thursday I had one gig with Innes Sibun at the Corderie Stage.  This is at the west end of the historical Corderie building, a restored rope making factory that was the center of the Rochefort naval base.  Rochefort is a true Garrison Town, built as an alternative to La Rochelle which was not suitable controlled by the French crown.  but I digress…

Innes had run the band through some song forms back at the Clos, and from the get go we had a really good feel and the audience was enjoying the show.  Innes took a trip out into the crowd for a solo, and Bruno Bertrand, Or Solomon and I made up a good rhythm section, with Or taking some sweet solos.  This was where things kinda got blurry.  Esra Mowhawk played before Innes, and then Vic Moan played, and then I left to get back to the Clos for either a rehearsal or food or both… I’m pretty sure it ended with a late rehearsal with Moris.  The demands of the highly-proscriptive arrangements in Napoleon’s, Moris’ and the Beefheart sets meant that I needed to be interlacing rehearsal time with performance time and had very little availability to either sit in or to just watch a performance.

The next day we started as usual… Shiatsu at 9:30 (Caroline, to the rescue), then working on material in the headphones until I was needed at a rehearsal.  This was where things got ugly because of conflicts between Moris, Napoleon, and Moris’ sleep schedule… I had not been so much running my own schedule as being run on other musician’s schedules.  So it was hard for me to switch gears, and that was even harder because by Friday morning I was not able to remember who asked me to rehearse when. Add in the fact that rehearsal schedules kept changing and needed to be interlaced with actual performance schedules, and it was borderline mayhem.  As a musician who has been working in the format of improvisation and experimentation, all of this rehearsal and tight arrangement demands took some adjustment.  It certainly didn’t seem to be in the true spirit of the festival.  But those are the cards that I got dealt.  Anyhow… Mother Nature had a solution:

The Friday schedule had a break of about 3-4 hours between the early performances and the evening schedule.  During this time I was scheduled for soundchecks on the main stage with Moris, then napoleon.  For some reason Moris decided not to soundcheck, so it became a combo soundcheck and last-minute tweak session with Napoleon.  As I stood on stage I was noticing some very dark clouds bowing by, but the locals didn’t seem nervous, so why should I be?  About halfway through the wind picked up, and up, and up… and I heard this sound like a tearing bedsheet behind me… It was a wall of rain, accompanied by 40-50+ knot winds and hail, blowing onto the stage from the rear at the stage-left corner.  This proceeded to blow Benoit’s marimba off the riser, sent 70kg road cases scurrying toward the lip of the stage, and put down about an inch of water and ice on an electrically live stage.  This drenched Nicolas’ effects rig, and had me wondering what the odds of being electrocuted were.  I was also having a memory of the recent stage collapse tragedies, and i didn’t want to be next.  All of this was happening while holding on to a portable metal-frame canopy by one of the legs, while two road crew held two other legs, and napoleon crouched in the middle holding his flute and music, while deflecting the rapidly disintegrating metal frame of the canopy… It was like rounding the fucking Horn on a soundstage.

Finally we persuaded Napoleon to make a run for it, and the storm began to subside.  It looked 50/50 that the show was going to be either cancelled or postponed.  About 30 minutes later, while I was getting a ride back to the Hotel Roca Fortis for a quick break before what was supposed to be my second gig with Innes at the Place Colbert, a second storm hit, trashing the canopy over the main stage mixing desk and then dumping the mixing desk itself.  That effectively ended the performance portion of Day 2. The same kind of wind and water damage impacted all the stages, and everything was going to be moved to Saturday.  There was a feeling that the whole thing might be compromised if they couldn’t get the sound gear back together.

Back at the Clos there was a simultaneous feeling of shock and relief.  Another great dinner at the hands of the Rochefort crew, and the relief turned into a party.  As it got later I started looking for a beer (don’t get me started on French beer) and that led me to the beer tent, where I did the sensible thing and had a cognac.  That twist led to the most fun I had at the festival, hanging in the little beer concession tent with the volunteers, drinking and passing around iPods and headphones.   Tomorrow will bring whatever it brings, but for now we drink, and dance, and sing, and converse.

Saturday was the “big one”… I had been waking up at about 0800 like clockwork, getting cleaned up, and having a light breakfast at the Roca Fortis.  The crew there was Eric Longsworth, his wife Pascale, Eric Drew Feldman, Laurie Hall, Rob Laufer, Moris Tepper, Napoleon Murphy Brock, Nicolas Mignot, his wife Pascale, Declan DeBarra, and Emmanuelle Parrenin… I hope I have not forgotten anyone.  The Roca Fortis makes fantastic coffee (Illy, the best! as Jean Marc told us with great conviction, and the results proved it), and fresh juice.  The Apple-Kiwi was the star, and I used the excellent orange juice on my cereal.  The long coffee was great, but when I found the double espresso… the deal was sealed.  Jean Marc was right… The Best.

It was raining at first, but by 0900 the sun was out and we had a beautiful day on our hands.  The deal now was that I had a 1000 soundcheck at the Place Colbert (outdoor stage in the town square), then a set with Innes at about 1330, then back to the Clos for a meal, and then the afternoon’s schedule which I hadn’t seen yet.  I was able to walk the weekend market after soundcheck, with Innes and Celia, and that was my first and only actual touristy activity.  The Innes gig was lightly attended but we had a ball, again.  And I was ravenous after having nothing more than juice and coffee all day.  The lunch at the Clos was awesome, as always, and I got about 30 minutes to get horizontal while listening to Karen Mantler’s set.  That featured Nico (not a bass player) and Jeff (not a bass player) on bass and guitar… and that band sounded awesome.  My work was to come at the end of the night.  The last three sets of the festival were Napoleon, Moris, and the Beefheart Hommage.

Napoleon’s set was the big challenge for me because I knew all the songs by ear, but had only played a few of them, and had to get up to speed on some that required the bass to be in specific places at specific times.  Advance Romance, Pygmy Twilight, and Inc Roads were the ones that I needed the most work on.  The routine in Advance, and Pygmy, and Torture, and Willy… is that each section may be similar, but there are small tweaks each time.  If the band isn’t coordinated it sounds awful.  Inca Roads, which is alternately easy and ball busting, involbed having a good feel in the solo sections and being accurate in the hard sections.  Watching Charly, Benoit, and Nicolas drill those parts all week was inspirational.  I may have been the weakest member on that tune, but I was not going to let them down.  Luckily Napoleon let me simplify some parts, and I was able to get through just fine.  I found myself leaning on the sense of timing and funk/soul that I have been working with since the beginning, so even if there are less notes, it will still sound like me getting funky and trying to nail that timing.  Napoleon complimented me on my work and performance, so no matter what the playback sounds like, it worked in the moment.

I only played on three songs with Moris, and I had said from the beginning that I have no ego about that kind of thing.  If he wants to work with me I am fine with that, but I won’t bitch if he wants to go in another direction.  He did, and I think the set had good energy, though there was a lot of frustration evident as some of the fine points had not been worked out.  A pro-co rat would have solved the problems with bass distortion…  I stood on the side of the stage and watched the show, and I would be lying if I didn’t think about what it could have been like.  The most surprising thing was how huge the sound was Moris was pushing for.  The recordings have this very detailed and often delicate sensibility, but the target for the live show was borderline manic.

The Beefheart Hommage was a triumph, but the actual set list was about a third of the prospective (24 tune) set list, and with songs being cut from the set right up to the opening piece, well, that was that.  I said it before: a more accurate set list would have meant higher quality and less wasted rehearsal and preparation.  I will probably have an audience recording to review to get the song list right, but IIRC:

  • Hair Pie (solo)
  • Love Lies
  • Party of Special Things to Do
  • Ice Rose
  • Orange Claw Hammer
  • Observatory Crest
  • Carrot is As Close As A Rabbit Gets To A Diamond
  • Sue Egypt
  • When I see Mommy I Feel Like A Mummy
  • Floppy Boot Stomp
  • Tropical Hot Dog Night
  • Suction Prints

Whew!  Nice Set!

And with that there was a bow to the audience and a feeling that we had all thrived, as much as we survived.  The after-party was filled with photos and back slapping, but then a dance event broke out, with drumming and singing and Leo on Saxophone, and it sounded like an echo of an American field-holler washed through the European and the Nautical.  Fantastic night.  I dropped into bed at about 0600, Skyped Sandy to get the latest on Hurricane Irene and then got two hours of sleep before making revolutions to return to Paris, and then Home……..

Rochefort Festival Wrap Up – 4

Festival Preparation

Monday was travel day to get from the wilds of Picardie to the Atlantic coast and Rochefort.  The drive was uneventful, with the understanding that it was a groggy entourage operating on not much sleep.  Getting the vehicles packed was the first hurdle, then getting to Nicolas’ place for the meetup, and then hitting the road.  We had a little downtime while Charly looked for his vehicle reg and insurance.  Not hard to believe that official papers aren’t the primary concern of Charly 🙂  And with that we were off on a convoy, of sorts.  The trip involved heading back toward Paris in order to catch the main highway out to the west.  A few rest stops were in order, for coffee, a quick nap, and a snack.  Some of the rest stop concessions bear the name “Flunch”… which may be appetizing in French, but made me think of some euphemism for projectile vomiting.  “Dude, I totally flunched that pasta salad after I chugged all that Mountain Dew!”

The first four hours or so involved me riding shotgun in Charly’s Camaro, which is a noble ride.  Also, it is always sending heat to warm you up, which would be fine in October but not so much in August.  But we cranked some tunes and talked music… and the battery in Charly’s phone died… d’oh.  We switched up at a rest area so Owen could handle communications on his phone, and I rode with Nicolas and Napoleon in Nicolas’ BMW wagon.  Nicolas was truly spent, after all the trips to CDG on Saturday, and then a super long day on Sunday, so I drove for an hour or so while he zonked out in the back seat.  I love driving in Europe, so that was a nice surprise for me.  Nicolas handled the last hour or so once we left the highway.  After about 6 hours of driving, in the European manner, with plenty of rest stops, we rolled into Rochefort.

The festival site centered around “the Clos”, a large industrial space with a walled field facing the marina.  That was home base for the week, and a space that I took to calling “the dungeon” in reference to Zappa’s “The Torture never Stops”.  It was not the prettiest, or the best decor, but it was a great place to rehearse, practice, eat, and hang out.  Having that kind of central area was probably the thing that allowed whatever organization that did happen, to happen.  There I met the people I would be relying on for the week.  Philippe, the festival head-honcho and the guy with the most headaches at every moment of the week.  Elodie, the organizational maestro.  Benoit, the “fixer”.  Fanny, the “enforcer” (which is humorous, because every time she was thinking I was late for something I would appear, on time and ready to work).  Christian, the photographer.  Gilles, the head of the Capitanerie, and his first mate Christian.  Domenique, the driver, had been out to Louatre to drive people and gear back, and he was also the last person from the festival I would see before I left France.  Jean Francois, who was helping in some capacity but I know him mainly because he is learning accordion and I may have helped him with some timing concepts.

There was also a cast of other volunteers doing everything from cooking, driving, lugging equipment, and then the stage crew…. I only met Jan and Pierre, but the entire crew was professional and able.  More on that soon.

The first order of business was food, and the food at Rochefort en Accords was singularly the best event catering I have ever experienced.  Not that it was fancy or expensive, but it was like home-cooking at every meal.  Being lactose-intolerant can often mean having only a few choices in food, and often not good ones.  That was never an issue.  Every meal had fresh vegetables, salads, charcuterie, meats, and desserts.  I had to avoid some things like the lasagne with gruyere, or the quiche-like terrines studded with fresh cheese.  Oh, and no croissant!  That was the worst kind of “pain”…  As well, the cheese plates were amazing but I couldn’t take chances with my “availability”.  Did I mention the oysters (huitres)?  The local oyster has a deep rounded shell, a sweet and smallish meat, and an intense briny liquor.  They were brilliant!  No, not the same as anything here in the northeast, but fantastic and fresh.  I can only imagine how there are in the colder season when they would be tighter and crisper.

A quick list of what I remember (missing some things that I didn’t eat and didn’t pay enough attention to)  from the buffet: tomato-cuke salad with a variety of tomatoes that we would call “heirloom” but they just call tomato, celery root vinagrette like a fresh slaw, green salad with the sweetest greens I have had ever, cous cous, lentils with sausage, fromage de tete (possible pate de tete) in many forms and all delicious, hard boiled eggs to go with the terrine, other cured sausage products, andouilette (fresh pork sausage), boudin noir, a Choucroute de la Mare (which I am stealing and making here), lamb stew with mushroom, beef stew, several kinds of cooked beans with garlic and small amounts of meat, grilled sliced beef loin, oysters, steamed mussels, a paella type dish with chicken and seafood, terrines and quiche-like dishes with meat and vegetables, apple tarts, chocolate cake…. and always bread, always wine, always coffee, and also a local fortified sweet wine “pineau” which reminded me of vin santo but is made with cognac.  Oh, and two types of cognac: one younger and sweeter with a very fruit (apple and pear) nose, and one aged and more familiar to me.  The word is that the French export most of their cognac, the Japanese are the major consumers.  That said, the cognac that we had was very good, and if that is what stays and what is available locally, it could be a lot worse.

And as over the top as that sounds, it was just solid homestyle food.  Considering the workload and the stresses and ambition of the festival and the musicians, it was this kind of support that really made the work possible.  The constant support of the volunteers, the positive attitudes, the healthy food, the occasional glass of wine or spot of coffee at the moment when it was needed most….  those things made it easy to commit to large amounts of work over long hours, and get up and do it again each day.

Rochefort Festival Wrap Up – 3

People (photos to come later)

The largest unknown about this experience was the people.  I had only met Napoleon as a fan/musician and never as part of one of his bands.  Beyond that I knew absolutely nobody at this festival.  As well, I was going to be playing with musicians that I had no common ground with.  I looked up the band Peach Noise on YouTube and I noticed two things: very good musicians, and their bass player plays very differently from me.  Coincidentally his name is Philby Brunelli!  At least we have that in common.

I landed at CDG at about 0700 local, and then went to the baggage claim and grabbed my bag.  With perfect timing, drummer Charly Doll pulled up in front just as I walked out of the terminal.  As we walked back to the car he passed around the back of a huge Mercedes 500-series, and I thought “if he gets in that ride it will be a huge disappointment…” because Charly does not look like the luxury sedan type.  Parked in front of the merc was a 1978 Camaro… more like it.  Charly *is* that car.  We had a great drive to his home out in the south of Picardie, in the village of Louatre.  I was sitting in the yard by 0830 and listening to the chirping of birds and breathing the clean air.  This, I thought, is more like it.  I barely left the “Doll House” until we left for Rochefort on Monday morning.  Why would I?

First I met Veronique, a friend who had signed on to handle the food preparation for the weekend.  That was no small task as there was a crowd of musicians, family, and friends at the house from lunch through the end of the day.  Veronique is a marionette master and works on that French TV show with the marionette round table (Les Guignols de L’Info).  It was quite an honor to have someone of her talents preparing the cuisine.  Helping Veronique was Sandy, who performed all kinds of tasks including being the master Sommelier!  He is an artist and I need to find a way to get a better look at his work.  He had a few images on his phone, and what I saw was fantastic.  Also, Brigitte, who was pitching in and getting into all kinds of trouble.  We all had a few truly great conversations out in the garden and around the table.

And Then… who should roll out of bed but mallet-percussion maestro Benoit Moerlen.  I will admit that his work with Gong is not part of my musical background, and I think we got on great because of that.  He doesn’t relate to that period of his past, and since I don’t either it was a great match.  He fills out the other end of the energy spectrum from Charly.  Where Charly is the force of nature that Napoleon and I nicknamed “Hurricane Charly”, Benoit is like a sleepy cloud drifting by, but that does not mean that he can’t turn into a storm when the time comes.  His playing is just top shelf.  When Steve Chillemi and I saw him play on YouTube we just looked and nodded…  “The band is good, but that marimba player is a motherfucker…”  That is the truth.

Nicolas Mignot lives about 15 minutes away and was hosting some of the other musicians at his home, so when I saw him it was usually when the whole entourage of him, his wife Pascale, her son Owen, and others arrived with Moris, Napoleon, and others.  Pascale is amazing, with California-girl looks and an amazing soul.  Owen is the same age as my Nephew Nick, and also a drummer.  Nicolas is the middle man in the Peach Noise energy spectrum, never too high or low, but daummmmm can he play guitar.

We also met Charly’s mom, Bette, who is about 94 and sharp as a tack.  Charly built her an apartment with an attached hallway that is a beautiful and touching way for her to live the highest quality of life with family and friends.  She doesn’t get around so well, but her mind is clear as a bell.  We had a conversation about the tragedy of families not eating dinner at the table together, and she told me, in English(!!) “The children do not learn from the parents”.  I almost cried.  What a beautiful person.

I can’t remember everyone I met at the house that weekend.  There was Saul and Claire, William, Alex and his brothers, … as bad as I am with names I remember how great everyone was, how open, how friendly, and how generous.

Sunday involved about 7 hours of rehearsals and run-throughs, just to get some music going and feel like we were making some progress.  Also it was a chance to see how we would work together.  We worked on Willie the Pimp, and a few other things with Napoleon, confirming that this would be a precision effort.  We also worked on a few things with Moris, confirming that he was looking for something very specific, and not just “the feel”.  We were also joined by Eric Drew Feldman and Laurie Hall, who were sleeping at the house across the street from Charly and got in some rehearsal on the piano there.  Additionally, Rob Laufer was there, I think he was staying with Nicolas, and I had no idea what to expect.  What I found very quickly was that he is a monster player and musical mind and IMO should have been the Musical Director for both Moris and the Beefheart tribute.  The guy can play so well in so many styles, and process so much music so quickly that it was hard for me to absorb it.

Of course, the party situation was what the trip was all about.  I was quickly introduced to the “truth about French wine”… and here it is: Wine is a birthright, good inexpensive wine is the cornerstone of that birthright, and the French have many rationalizations for their failure to export these great, affordable wines to the world at large.  The wine does not like to be shipped.  They don’t want to use preservatives.  The production is very small.  and so on…  The reality is: they NEED the wine, you don’t.  Therefore, No Wine For You.  We get a lot of Vin Industrial here in America, or very expensive wines that are essentially made for export and not for the French.  In France, 4 Euro gets you a wine that is a monument to balance and terroir, and 15 Euro gets you a monster of a wine.  The “big boy” 30 Euro and upward wines are better than what we get here in the USA.  So, deal with it, American pig-dogs. They have the wine you want, but you have to come here if you want it.  And if you don’t like it?  Pitche Le Vache!

Rochefort Festival Wrap Up – 2


The invitation to this festival came almost exactly two years after my last festival experience, Zappanale 20.  I came back from Zappanale 20 drained, disgusted, disillusioned, and thinking that I was done playing covers of Zappa.  When I returned from Zappanale I received the invitation to play bass in Mayhem Circus Electric, and that has defined my playing for the past two years.  These past two years were among the most fulfilling, if not the most productive, I have had as a musician.  Working with MCE and the other New Haven Improvisors Collective events gives me the opportunity to play the way I like to play (instinctively), with people I like to play with.  It is also notable that the last time I played any of the music of Captain Beefheart was the last gig I played with Doctor Dark… at Zappanale 16 in 2005!  In that context the invite to play Rochefort, which came via Zappa frontman Napoleon Murphy Brock, and was pitched as me playing Beefheart music, was in one way a large step backward.  But I also know that I value the connections I made through Zappanale, and still deeply love the music of both Zappa and Van Vliet.

So that is the framework of the “grand bargain” that keeps cropping up with me and festival performances.  My hope is that gigs like Rochefort lead me toward opportunities to play experimental, improvisational, and world-style music.  Meanwhile, when I get an opportunity that involves playing “inside the lines” in the way that this one did, I just put my nose to the grindstone and do my best.  I *can* play this way, it is just that I don’t play this way naturally.  And no mistake, the gigs I was asked to participate in at Rochefort were very inside the lines affairs.  I thought I was doing one set of Beefheart music, with a few tunes involving Napoleon… uh, no.  The Rochefort gig turned out to be a complete set with Napoleon, and no hacking the corners off the music there.  Play the piece correctly, and play it well as an ensemble.  Then came participating in a Beefheart tribute with ex-Magic Band members.  Beefheart music is hard to play correctly.  Even though it sounds improvised it is not, and the parts are very specific.  I think that I have some very good bass parts for Beefheart music, but they are not exact to the reference recordings.  Next, Moris Tepper wanted his bass parts played very tightly, and that would have involved me reading chord charts, which he didn’t want me to (but happened anyway, just not by me).  Oddly, the closest thing to carte blanche was given to me by blues guitarist Innes Sibun.  I had never heard of him before, but now I have and am thankful for that opportunity.  In a way it was just slinging blues shuffles and Hendrix tunes.  But I was also able to work with timing and dynamics and feel and all the things that I can do when not replicating someone else’s bass parts. The blues shall set you free!

Napoleon was a real pleasure to work with.

Napoleon, holding court at Louatre

He and I are very different, and in the past I have not been able to square-up that difference.  I met him for the first time at a Paul Green School/Doctor Dark gig at the Knitting Factory NYC back in 2004.  After that I met him when we were at Zappanale, or he was on the road with project/object.  The main difference I feel is that Napoleon takes himself very seriously, and has no self deprecation at all.  That is rare, and maybe so rare that I did not know how to interface with it.  I have had some time to reflect on what he does, who he is, and how he works.  He is a professional and a showman.  There is no shoegazing, ennui, or artifice.  What you see is who he is.  Very serious, very consistent, very funny, very giving, and in a way very patient.  Being able to work directly with him, as part of the challenge of bonding with new bandmates, and playing some music I have never played before, was just amazing.  The core of the band was Charly Doll, Nicolas Mignot, and Benoit Moerlen from the band Peach Noise (among other credits).  Suffice it to say that they are all top-shelf players, hard working to the brink of mania, and I can now count them as my friends.  Working with that unit was pure pleasure.

The Beefheart tribute was a different story, but not a bad one.

Eric Drew Feldman chats with Charly Doll, Rochefort, France

Eric Drew Feldman ended up playing a lot of the bass parts on keyboard, and in the end the Magic Band alums did a lot of the heavy lifting.  I played bass on a few things and was more than happy to let Eric take the bass chair.  In the end the huge setlist of over 24 songs never materialized, and the setlist was being cut down on the side stage before the hommage/finale. I got to watch Eric play the bass solo “Hair Pie” to open the hommage set, and damn did it send shivers down my spine.  It was a real honor to watch him work.  Same with Moris.  I believe that the Beefheart tribute was a triumph, and the credit goes foremost to Eric and Moris for making sure the pieces were done in the form and spirit that was intended.

Innes Sibun was one of the nicest people I have played with, maybe ever.

Innes, Jamming at the Clos, Rochefort, France

He is also a real-deal guitar strangler and Rory Gallagher freak!  I think back to that Rory album I got out of the cut-out bin back in the late 70’s and this encounter takes on a deeper significance.  I love the blues, and love playing it and immersing myself in it.  At Rochefort we made a 4-piece with Bruno Bertrand on drums and Or Solomon on keys. That was a pretty rockin combo, and it seemed that Innes was pleasantly surprised that his mutant “pickup band” worked so well together.  Bruno and I got on great, and the same with Or.  At our first gig at the Corderie park Innes created a “secret word” moment by blurting out “Giggity”, in reference to Glenn Quagmire from the show Family Guy.  That led to a running joke and a lot of unintentional hilarity.  WOOT!

Moris Tepper was the wild card for me.

Moris at Louatre, France

He had contacted me early and asked me to play bass with him.  He sent me MP3’s and my impression from our conversations was “get the feel right, don’t worry so much about the notes”, but the more I listened and played along to his songs the more I knew that this wasn’t a person who was going to let anyone freelance on his material.  So I worked my ass off, but what I should have done is asked for charts.  I believe that on Moris’ side of the table he wishes he had just delivered charts along with the MP3’s.  On a personal level we got along fine, and shared some really fine moments together.  Musically what he wanted was so far outside of my comfort zone that I had to scramble, the stress got a bit much, and a compromise was reached.  French bass/guitar player Jeff (name soon) played on most of the set.  I played three songs that has 2-bass-2-drum arrangements.

Moris’ set was, I believe, one of the most ambitious at Rochefort.  He had Rob Laufer with him, writing horn arrangements, playing drums, directing sidemen, and even writing out a few chord charts for me.  That ambition, combined with the lack of rigid rehearsal scheduling, shifting priorities, and some tricky set changes, made it a very gripping experience.  My feeling is: I could have played his set and done it well, but there would have been compromises on my need for charts, and to a lesser degree on intonation.  Fretless bass is cruel mistress, and if you need super strong fundamental pitches and are used to keyboards and fretted Fender bass, then fretless will always come up short.  And not being the best (I have good pitch, not perfect) I was never going to nail it the way he wanted it.  Moris wasn’t willing to make those compromises in rehearsal, but IMO ended up with a compromised live performance.  Still, the audience dug what he did, and I got to be part of a really cool set by an artist I now have a deep respect for.

Moris, on the Main Stage, Rochefort en Accords festival

For the festival program in general: In hindsight it would have been better if I knew what pieces I was playing, and could practice them without working on a load of extra pieces that I never got to play live.  As it was I busted my ass learning a lot of material that I never got to play and as a result I was spread a bit thin.  I also never got to see a few of the sights around the town of Rochefort that I wanted to see.  That is in hindsight.  In the moment I was having a ton of fun and would not have changed anything.

Rochefort Festival Wrap-Up 1

This is the first in what I believe will be a string of blog posts where I will try to make sense of what the past ten days have involved.  I think it it is fair to say that the intent is for me to make some kind of concrete statement, but I don’t think I can make anything like a final statement.  A big part of this experience was taking the lessons I learned from festivals like Zappanale, and applying them. My feeling right now is that I succeeded, and maybe learned some new lessons that will serve me going forward.

The deal with Rochefort en Accords is that the intentions are very ambitious, and I believe are meant to stimulate both the artists and the audience with unexpected results.  In some cases that is exactly what happened.  You had a mixing of styles and voices and something new emerged.  In other cases there were artists who basically recruited sidemen to replicate the parts they had already either played, written, recorded, or all three.  That is more about the festival promoter not being in the business of artistic enforcement.  This is a fact, not a criticism: the organizational aspects of this year’s festival did not match the ambition, but everyone found a way to get work done.  As I blog along I will, most likely, name names and relate observations of various degrees of success that I witnessed.  Regardless, what I witnessed was an astounding effort by the promotion team, volunteers, musicians, photographers and stage crew, and I can’t leave out the kitchen staff!

What I write in the following posts is my immediate impression, and subject to review.  I am starting out topically, and perhaps moving into specifics as I feel they are appropriate.

napi w/ pianeta talento

napi w/ pianeta talento, originally uploaded by petebrunelli.

A photo of Napoleon from the incredible Pianeta Talento performance at Zappanale 18


Roy, originally uploaded by petebrunelli.

Roy Estrada performing with Grande Mothers at Zappanale 20

One Small Detail (Part 2)

First, a small disclaimer: people are complex creatures and sometimes good people do bad things, and bad people do good things, and it is a fucked up crazy experience.  I have done shit that I am mortified of, but that was a long time ago and I feel like it was part of growing past adolescence…  I believe that we all, or most of us, hope that our actions remain “right”.  Shit does, often, happen.  I also know that there is a wide range of tolerance levels between people.  I am sure that people will judge Roy Estrada harshly, and I have done my share of that as well.  I can’t reconcile this with the person I met, and maybe he can’t either:

About a month ago I saw a post on about Roy Estrada being in jail, with a link to an inmate record.  It looked like the real deal.  It turns out that it IS the real deal.  Also, it seems that Roy has had problems of this kind before.  I don’t know what he did, to whom, and how accurate the info is, and he will have his day in court.  If it is what it seems to be then I hope he has a chance (another chance) to get help and maybe make amends.

The upshot is that Roy was supposed to play bass at the Rochefort festival.  I got the call because I am familiar with the music of Captain Beefheart, and I have performed some of the music on the festival program, and I lucked out by being in the right person’s rolodex.

There was quite a bit of drama involving the airline reservations and ticket, and salvaging that and getting me a flight out of the northeast US.  As of today that has all been worked out, and I am on track to be part of this very interesting festival.  From this point onward my goal is to keep the blog on topic as to the content of the Beefheart tribute and my experiences related to it.  Here’s to hoping that the drama is kept to a minimum!