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It’s not terribly common for a band to stick together for a whole decade, let alone two! This year, the Bottom Dwellers celebrate our 20th anniversary! We even threw a big ol’ block party. I figured this would be a good occasion to share a few stories.
I played 100 shows last year, and I’m on track to play at least that many again this year. These aren’t back-to-back touring shows with the same band every night. There is no tour manager, itinerary, or even a single set list to memorize. This is by far the busiest I have ever been, and it’s really quite challenging to manage a schedule like this. I get asked quite frequently how I do it. This is the answer.
My pedalboard just got a serious upgrade: a clock!
During a load in last week, I had a pedalboard casualty. The moral of the story: don’t let your power cable extend beyond the edge of your pedalboard.
When we last left our hero, we had a broken neck joint and a splintered heel cap. I’m happy to report the surgery was successful and the patient has fully recovered. Ah, but friends, there is even more to this adventure.
I’ve been watching (and tipping!) a bunch of my favorite artists live stream on Instagram over the past few weeks. Some are better at it than others. Here are some tips to make the experience more pleasant for your viewers, and make it easier for them to tip you.
After 25 years of playing live music, I have a stockpile of horror stories of gigs gone wrong, but I think I can count the number of cancellations I’ve had to deal with on two hands. Most had to do with weather, but not all of them.
The sun came out and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy bookers booked some gigs again.
I’m ramping up the gigs this month. Mark needs a new ukulele.
Here’s a lesson for you: Don’t under estimate your bass’ ability to blister the ever-loving crap out of your seasoned, doghouse fingers.