The New Kid

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Chris Detrick.

The Eyewitness Blues Band has a new lead guitarist, although if you want to be picky about it, Chris was our original lead guitarist. He was our instructor when we formed the band in the fall of 2006 as part of the Bandworks program.

Chris must have been shocked when he realized our guitarists were me and Mike Sugerman. Forget about a lead guitarist. We were lucky to be able to play basic chords and stay in rhythm. Chris did what he could with us. Busted me several times for my lazy chord fingering. Showed me a dinky little solo I could play on Green Day's "When I Come Around". Drew some rudimentary chord charts for Mike and me.

And when it came time to play our inaugural gig, Chris stood over on the side of the stage, beaming. And slipping in some sweet little riffs and runs here and there. If you listen to recordings of that show, you can hear the little bit of polish Chris applies to our runaway train.

We've played a lot of music since then and had our share of highs and lows. But now, Chris is back, and it feels right.

Our Latest "Best Gig Ever"

We were jokingly calling it "Dougstock". Or "Sarapalooza". We set up on a wooden stage in an outdoor natural amphitheater and played to a wildly enthusiastic audience.

Of course they were enthusiastic. Most of them were related to our bass player Doug Sovern, or to the woman he would wed the next day, Sara Newmann. The concert was Doug and Sara's idea, a way to entertain their guests the night before the wedding.

Talk about a great vibe. Not only did we gain the services of Dean Angermeier, a terrifc Oregon-based keyboard player who's married to Sara's cousin, but all sorts of family members climbed up to join in at one point or another. Doug's mom played piano. One niece sang and another hopped on the drums, cheerfully acknowledging she didn't know "Sympathy For The Devil" and then proceeding to blow us away with her talent. Doug's old buddies Brad and Rustam played.

We had to shut down at 10 PM (campground rules), but we truly could have gone longer. By then, the stars were shining brightly in the Wine Country sky and despite the chill in the air, we all had a nice, warm glow.

It's as if Doug and Sara gave the rest of us the wedding gift.

Over My Head

Sounded like a swell idea when Mike Sugerman pitched it: the Eyewitness Blues Band playing a few songs at the Great American Music Hall to open a Funniest Celebrity fundraiser event, then backing Mike as he competed by singing his tune "Eyewitness Blues".

But then it turned out that half the band couldn't make it that night. It was going to be me, bassist Doug Sovern, and Mike. We hastily recruited San Francisco Chronicle reporter Steve Rubenstein to play harmonica, and we figured we'd make do.

Until we started chatting with ace guitar-slinger Doug Logan of Little Wolf and the Hellcats. Doug says he's never played the Great American Music Hall and we say, "Hell, come play with us!". It's a win-win: we get a way better guitar player; he gets to hit the big stage at the GAMH.

And then Doug says, "You guys need a drummer for this gig." We say, sure, we know that, but our drummer will be in Hawaii. And he says he'll get Little Wolf to come play drums--and sing!

A package deal! A drummer/vocalist, with real chops.

So last night we got together: three members of the Eyewitness Blues Band, two members of Little Wolf and the Hellcats, and harp-man Rubenstein. And it was a blast.

Little Wolf and Doug (or Doug2, as we're calling him to distinguish him from our Doug) can really play. And it's true what they say: you play with better musicians, you get better. I'm still mediocre on my good days, but I felt like I was playing on a new level.

So anyway, a week from tonight, it'll be a pickup band. Little Wolf and the Eyewitness Blues Boys? The Eyewitness Hellcats? Whatever. It'll be a blast.

A Regular Gig

Something new for the band: a regular gig!

Just got the word--we'll be appearing every other Sunday night at Grant & Green Saloon in San Francisco (1371 Grant, corner of Green, in North Beach). Our engagement begins on February 8.

It's the sort of thing we dreamed about a couple of years ago when we realized we wanted to keep playing and performing together. Of course, now the challenge moves from getting ready for an infrequent show to getting ready for a regular show--at the same venue. We'll need to work on adding songs to our repertoire and shaking up our set list so we sound fresh each time.

Me? I'm thrilled. Even though I have to get up early the morning after each gig to go to my real job.

See you there. Oh, did I mention: no cover charge!

Another First

I was watching the classic concert documentary "Gimme Shelter" the other day and marveling at how the Rolling Stones managed to play so well on that horrible December night in 1969 while mayhem happened all around them.

But now, I think I know. They must have been "in the zone", focusing on their music and trying to entertain. I got a taste of this the other day when, while the Eyewitness Blues Band played holiday songs outside Macy's Union Square, my car got towed. I was standing no more than 25 feet away at the time, and I had no idea my car was gone until I went to stow my gear in it after we wrapped.

In theory, I'm going to win my appeal, because the sign is pretty clear: the parking spaces were reserved for the Salvation Army Celebrity Bellringing event, which we were playing. But who knows?

What I do know is that I never thought I'd see the day when my car could be towed from practically beneath my nose without noticing. Apparently, life changes when you have a guitar in your hand.

Side Project

Look at me. Two years ago, I'd never played in a rock band (hell, I could hardly play three chords). Now, I have a "side project".

Well, sort of. I'm just about to perform live with two of my brothers, and two other guys who didn't know enough to say "no".

We've been practicing together for 8 weeks as part of the Bandworks program, which teaches folks to play as a group. Our poor instructor, Deirdre Lynds, admitted the first time we met that while she had worked with siblings in a band before, she'd never dealt with three of them at once. You can only imagine.

Still, I think we've had fun. It's been great for me to move into a slightly different role than my "hide over there and try not to screw up" bit in the Eyewitness Blues Band (let me be clear: that's how I see my role!). I'm actually going to play a couple of solos (don't worry, Jimi Hendrix, Angus Young, and Joe Satriani have nothing to fear), and willingly open my mouth to sing backing vocals. What would you think if I sang out of tune/would you stand up and walk out on me? I hope not.

It's kind of like the old line about golf: even a bad day on the course is better than a good day at the office. Same thing with music. We may have a half-dozen people in the house when we take the stage for our gig, but it'll still be rock and roll. And we'll still be nervous.

Rock on!

This Is Why We Do It

Mitch Albom wrote in this weekend's Parade magazine about a reunion of his high school band (they did it for his 50th birthday, and you can read about it here.)

Well, I never played in a band as a kid. I'm getting to do it now, as a middle-aged empty-nester with a mortgage and progressive lenses. And while I'm sure Mitch enjoyed revisiting his old memories, I'm getting to enjoy those memories as we make them.

Latest case in point: our gig over the weekend at Alameda's Webster Street Jam. Could have been a disaster. No electricity at the stage, so we started 45 minutes late (after only 15 minutes of setup time). No real soundcheck. In my haste to set up, I screwed up and couldn't get sound out of my amp until the rest of the band was playing. Oh, and we were about to premiere a song about Sarah Palin we'd just written (and rehearsed squatting on the floor of an auto repair shop).

But you know what? It all came together. Kids danced. The sun shone. Barbecue smoke wreathed the stage. Grownups laughed at the funny lines and sang along with the familiar ones.

And a first for us: somebody shot video and posted it on YouTube. Eat your heart out, Mitch Albom.

Inside the Q

It's every performer's nightmare: you're up there on stage, and the audience is walking out.

We just played a gig where there was zero chance of that happening. Truly a captive audience.

We played at San Quentin Prison.

The folks who asked us to come perform for a graduation ceremony put on by the prison group "No More Tears" swore we'd come away amazed, and I think I can speak for the entire Eyewitness Blues Band on this one: we got more out of this than did the audience.

"No More Tears" is all about getting inmates to think about their past so they can build a better future. The audience for our set included cons, those who work with them, and family members of those who've been lost to violence. This, my friend, is what they talk about when they say "real life".

Band members Mike Sugerman and Patrick Sedillo brought more than their guitars. They also carried in cameras and audio recording gear. Here's the piece they did for CBS-5, and here's Mike's KCBS radio report.

But with all due respect to Mike and Patrick's talents, there's really no way to convey the impact of going inside. Little things, like the sudden shouting when guards escorted a pair of death-row inmates past. The rule is: every other nearby inmate must turn away and put both hands on the wall. Failure to do so is interpreted as an act of aggression and you can guess what happens next.

I had a number of memorable conversations with inmates about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I had a moment that just blew me away. I was sitting on the floor, watching the graduation ceremony, when it struck me: many of these men are smiling. Not cunning, nasty, I'm-gonna-mess-you-up smiles. Genuine, warm, loving smiles.

How much effort did it take to get from where they started to this?

The Eyewitness Blues Band has been blessed with some remarkable opportunities, but it'll be hard to top the day we went to prison.

A Most Unusual Gig

We're going to play a gig where the audience won't be allowed to dance. Where we are being told what to wear, and will have to undergo a full sevarch both arriving and departing.

We're playing at San Quentin.

I've been inside a couple of times as a reporter, but this will be a new experience. The band has been invited to help entertain inmates and guests associated with a program called "No More Tears". The program aims to bring peace to the lives of men who have often known very little of it.

We met the other day with the woman arranging our visit and learned a few of the rules:

• You can't wear blue. Or orange, yellow, red or much of anything else but black or white
• Handshakes are OK. Hugs are not.
• No gifts of any kind, not even guitar picks
• Inmates are not allowed to dance
• No drinks will be served

We've had to submit a very detailed list of the equipment we'll be bringing, and we're told the odds are good that something will go wrong at the gate. I'm sure it will be stressful at times, but I'm thrilled to have the opportunity.

Thanks, Alameda

The Beatles had Hamburg.

Could the Eyewitness Blues Band have Alameda?

We had a great time the other night at the Alameda Towne Centre shopping center. All sorts of set-up headaches (no sense re-living the misery here, but here's all you need to know: we started our sound check 11 minutes before showtime), but when the bell rang, we were there.

The audience was supportive and engaged. Kids dancing, parents bobbing their heads to the beat, and even plenty of senior citizens smiling along with us.

It's a great little venue: a temporary stage smack in the middle of an outdoor shopping center. A hundred or so folding chairs. Plenty of space for kids to dash around. And a new restaurant called Zeytini, with jam-packed outdoor tables full of people listening to the show.

Playing live is an interesting thing: you know right away if you're "on", but you don't really know how it sounds to the audience. You look for clues: are they laughing at the funny lines? Are they dancing or at least tapping their feet? Are they scrunching up their faces and walking away?

All we saw was positive feedback, and plenty of people came up afterward to say they thought we'd sounded great.

Even better: the lady from the shopping center said she loved it, and they want us back.

Hamburg, here we come.