Experimental Laptop Art, Packs of Dogs, and Broadway

SOUTHBURY, CT

My computer plummeted off the subwoofer of our entertainment system on the bus. Every time I use it, I peer around and through four black streaks on the screen. It looks like a Pollock painting. Hopefully it won’t cost as much as a Pollock to repair.

When I last wrote I was in Miami gazing upon beautiful Latina women and sipping an iced chai. Now I am in the Southbury Public Library surrounded by citizens of Heritage Village who are learning to use the Internet and playing cribbage. Talk about culture shock.

The remainder of our tour was phenomenal. The band and I are thrilled we are able to play for such diverse crowds and still be received with genuine enthusiasm. While in South Beach we supported an awesome Latin/Reggae band named Xperimento at Jazid. I was a bit uneasy prior to our performance since it was our first time playing for this demographic. Hindsight being 20-20, there was nothing to be nervous about. Daniel, the owner of Jazid made a valid point, and one that every musician loves to hear: “Good music is good music. It doesn’t matter what the crowd is.” If ever in South Beach, I recommend you skip the clubs that make it seem like they’re doing you a favor by letting you in, and leave a line around the corner when there are only 15 people in their club; head to Jazid (21+). They don’t worry about image or which band will bring the most people. You can always count on a good hang and great music when you enter their establishment. It’s a shame more clubs don’t operate that way.

The shows at Boar’s Head in Athens and Prince Deli in Knoxville were a lot of fun as well, especially considering UGA was about to hold their commencement the next day. I’d love to chronicle the night, but to be honest; I don’t remember a whole lot of it. That Friday was Bryan’s (tour manager) birthday. The band killed a pint of Jack and a case of Summer Ale before we even got to the show (reminder: we have a drive who drives the bus). I recall the entire show including inviting the owner of the club up to perform “No Woman, No Cry” in which Floyd, Omer, and I switched instruments. (Floyd jumped on drums, Omer on bass, and me on keys.) I remember some very supportive fans traveling 2 ½ hours to see our show. After we packed up and said our goodnights, the evening gets patchy. While at the after-party at our friend Shannon’s, we tapped into a bunch of what seemed like homemade booze. She had to agree to dog-sit three dogs as well. There were already two dogs in the apartment: Bella-a mutt (maybe part Shepard?), and Isabel (my overly enthusiastic, super-charged Pit Bull). A fully-grown Doberman pinscher, Dalmatian, and Golden retriever puppy were added to the mix. Her home reminded me of the turkey scene in A Christmas Story.

Prince Deli in Knoxville and our shows in St. Louis were great as usual. These are two scenes that have been extremely supportive of us from the beginning. We’ll keep going back to these cities over and over again. No crazy stories. Just a $330 vet bill since Izzy picked up some sort of sickness in Athens. Her doctor visits cost more than mine.

Now that we’re home, I’ve been working 12-hour days on the album and putting together two BIG tours coming up in the fall. One is going to be soooooo insane! I really wish I could spill the $*@!^#* details, but I’ll contain myself (for once). Yesterday, a bunch of friends of mine laid down some background vocals in NYC. Two of them have “done time” on Broadway in shows including Cabaret, Little Shop of Horrors, Hairspray and more. My theatre agent, Kevin and friend Marissa Perry came by the studio to hang out while we were working on “Sit Tight.” Danny (producer) and I got $45 haircuts (ridiculous. I feel bad for you ladies.), and then headed to see Marissa starring as Tracy Turnblad in Hairspray. Go see her if you get the chance. She was wonderful!

That’s all for now. Heading out for a run before going to my childhood friend, Mike’s stag. Sure that should yield a story or two…

As always, thanks for reading. Sorry to be so short, I just need to do something healthy before abusing my body later this evening. Hope you enjoy the clip of “Train” below. It was recorded during a radio interview on KDHX FM in St. Louis.

-Jeff

"You're all adults..." says Officer Cash

This tour has been ridiculous! I have never spent so much time being grateful for what I do. The Atlantic Ocean is crashing on the beach in front of me. The rest of the day will be spent here followed by some stellar cuisine, hitting the town to meet with current and (hopefully) future fans and cheering for Barack Obama in the Indiana and North Carolina primaries. I am eager to take-in inspiring imagery for lyrics to the song “Palm Trees and Flamingos,” which is on the upcoming album. It’s a Steely Dan/Cock Rock inspired tune about a fellow well past his prime who solicits the company of shallow, beautiful women through offers of drugs, designer clothing and the high life. Fun right?

The highlight of this tour thus far is our Saturday performance @ SunFest in West Palm Beach. It might be the best show we have ever played with an estimated 3,000-5,000 in attendance for our set. The festival provided the opportunity to preview a bunch of tunes from the new record with a talented horn section, while also revisiting selections from Breaking Down the Silence, and a cover of Faces’ “Stay With Me” thrown in for good measure. I want to thank Rick Blake and the entire SunFest staff including security, West Palm Beach Police, and the phenomenal sound engineers. Of course, I also want to express my deepest appreciation to everyone who came to the merchandise tent to introduce yourselves and take some photos. We can’t wait to see you all again when we return! (PS- Send those photos of your friends and band members to info [at] jefftuohy [dot] com so we can throw them up on Myspace and Facebook!)

Natasha Bedingfield took the stage afterwards. Our crew had a chance to hear her impressive voice and tight band before sprinting to see my favorite group, The Black Crowes on the WaMu Stage. Chris Robinson still remains one of my biggest vocal influences. Damn, did he sound great! I recommend their new album- Warpaint, especially the tune “Oh Josephine.”

I was ecstatic to reconnect with some friends from Connecticut while in West Palm. It is such a satisfying feeling to meet up with old friends in new places. This is probably why the end of Shawshank Redemption always makes me cry. A barbecue, a set by Matisyahu, ridiculous fireworks displays, and a night out at Bradley’s on Sunday put the finishing touches on an amazing time in West Palm Beach.

The low point of the tour was our bus being searched for four hours by the Virginia State Police. Our apologies to fans in Georgia who were left band-less thanks to “Virginia’s Finest.” We’ll make it up to you when we play Athens this Friday :). I believe the initial officer must have become aroused when he saw a 1977 (though newly refurbished inside) GMC tour bus barreling down the road at a whopping 60 MPH. Not having much to go on, except for stereotypes and profiling, he pulled us over because our “window tints were too dark.” When he heard we were a band on tour, he began an intense search for pounds of drugs…he came up short.

The concert the night before @ Grog and Tankard was a success, especially for a Wednesday night. We played to an audience that included: members of a kickball team, citizens of Germany, and members of a local band called, Knives Out. Our nation’s capitol has been a difficult scene to build for us, but we’re finally getting somewhere thanks to the venue’s support, especially Herb (thanks, bro!) We look forward to playing there again and again to fuller and fuller rooms.

An older fan said our ensemble reminded him of the band, XTC due to the diversity in song styles. I have heard of this band from raiding my Uncle Jim’s compact disc library; a collection that spawned my interest in: Steely Dan, Oingo Boingo, Toad the Wet Sprocket, James Taylor, Frank Zappa, and Spyro Gyra. I remember being in sixth grade and borrowing the Grateful Dead’s, Skeletons in the Closet. As a punk-ass middle school-er, I was into heavy metal. When I saw a skeleton, I assumed the album was going to have wailing guitars, head splitting drums, and a screaming lead singer. They did have the word “dead” in their name, after all. You can imagine my disappointment when “The Golden Road (to Unlimited Devotion)” came out of the speakers. Wow, I have really gone off subject here. To the point, I’ll be borrowing some XTC next time I visit Tom’s River, NJ.

The Beachside Tavern in New Smyrna, FL was a rowdy gig. Every time we’re there, we stay a sick beachside condominium. I ended up jumping in the ocean (again) after our three hour set. This is moronic for two reasons: 1) New Smyrna is allegedly the shark attack capitol of the United States with upwards of 80 attacks a year (from what I’ve heard), 2) The last time I did this I dove and pile-drove my head into a sand bank @ three in the morning resulting in me playing the rest of the tour on emergency-room- doctor-prescribed (ERDP) muscle relaxers with a stiff neck and back. This further proves a college education and the ability to rent a car does not remove the potential of being an idiot.

In closing, I would like to advocate for free podcasts featuring author and spiritual teacher, Eckhart Tolle, and super-duper respected TV woman, Oprah Winfrey. They are available on iTunes and cover topics addressed in his bestsellers, The Power of Now and A New Earth. Tolle’s work strives to create present moment awareness, referencing teachings from history’s most respected spiritual leaders (JC, Buddha, Mohammed, etc.) It might not be for everyone, but it certainly has enhanced my appreciation for all life has to offer by creating awareness and freeing the mind of useless traffic. If I can do it, anyone can. Trust.

Please stay in touch and feel free to comment. Hope you enjoy the footage of “Bourbon Street” from our SunFest set!

-Jeff