Arizona smells funny

And by Arizona I mean Brooklyn (Simpsons reference? Anyone?). I went in to the “city” last night to jam with these guys I found on craigslist. “KEYBOARDIST FROM MARS WANTED” the ad said, so I had to check it out.

After a rousing rooftop photo session with Glint, from which I’m sure you’ll see pictures soon, I hopped into my car and headed to Brooklyn to meet Johnny Mox, a drummer who wanted to jam on some original “soul/punk” music. There was a guitarist as well, whose name I don’t remember, as well as a singer. The music I had heard on Johnny’s myspace reminded me a bit of Bootyjuice, a Boston/NYC band that I saw open for Soulive years ago and fell in love with. I would describe the music as predominantly instrumental, bizarre, and frenetic. Creepy at times. Unison bass/guitar lines… funky yet rocking… fun to play. The guitarist and I locked in on a few choice riffs he and Johnny had written. Johnny is returning to Italy for a couple months but the guitarist and I may get together to jam at some point again while he’s gone. The rehearsal space was cool, a little room on the ground floor of a brownstone.

Friday at work… things are crazy at the end of the month here. Ready to start the weekend. The “crew” may hit an Octoberfest tomorrow a little ways north of here.

Yom Kippur Sunday night and Monday. Back down to Montclair with the extended fams.

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