In my 25 years as a concert promoter, I’ve likely used 10 different types of advance ticketing. It took me a minute between confirmation of the shows and today to figure out EventBrite.
(What put my off the fence on my various options was purchasing lickety-split via my handheld device tickets to a new act Mxmtoon at GAMH via the same service).
Some of the other forms of ducat I’ve employed in my tenure include BASS, tickets.com, ticketWeb and virtuous dot com. I’ve also done a fair amount of hard-ticket on-sales with various local designers and over -he-counter at blasts-from-the-past including Draper’s, Groovesmith and CD Land.
The room holds about 200.
Sound, as per my history, is by Andy Heller and Audio Pro Sound.
There will likely be some more shows announce for the fall, soon enough.
For now my mission-positive would be to spread the word about Jane Monheit and Bob Margolin. Bob’s show is actually billed as “Bob Margolin and Jimmy Vivino: Just 2 Guitars, But 200 Stories”. Mitch Woods will open the show.
If you are an Earthwise regular you may have caught 2 recent shows at Palo Alto Art Center Auditorium, or in the last couple blue moons at Cafe Zoe in Menlo Park. But more people, if the name Earthwise rings a bell, saw and heard something good at Cubberley Community Center here (for example: Train, Third Eye Blind, Cake, Matt Nathanson, blink 182 — roughly twice a month for six years in the 1990s).
Bob Margolin I met in 1998 when he was part of the Pinetop Perkins show at the Cub. Whereas Jane Monheit I met at her very first pro gig at Zinno’s in NYC but have never worked with. She is playing with Andy Langham her piano player, who I met recently at Yoshi’s.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world, or as W. Royal Stokes says: keep on swingin’.
edit to add, two weeks later but talking about the 1970s:
THE LAST WALTZ BLUES JAM
by Bob Margolin
The more blues-driven musicians commandeered the instruments at the jam, and played some old favorite songs together, mostly Robert Johnson’s. This sounds like a common scene at open-mic jams at blues clubs, where more experienced blues players sometimes conspire to sit in together. It happened at about 7 am, the morning after The Band’s Last Waltz concert on Thanksgiving, 1976. The Band had hired the entire Miyako Hotel in San Francisco to accommodate their guests. The banquet room which had been used for rehearsal before the show was now the party room, and musicians had been jamming in random combinations since after the concert, many hours before. But unlike your local blues jam, every blues player that morning was a Rock Star.
Except me. I was there with Muddy Waters. who was invited to perform two songs at The Last Waltz. Muddy had recorded his Grammy-winning “Woodstock Album” the year before with Levon Helm and Garth Hudson from The Band, but The Band itself was an unknown quantity to him. He brought Pinetop Perkins and me from his own band to accompany him along with The Band and Paul Butterfield on harp, so that he would have something familiar to play with. Muddy also felt I was good at explaining what he wanted onstage to musicians he hadn’t worked with, though 25 years later, I still find myself wishing I knew more about what Muddy wanted.
Muddy, Pinetop, and I checked into the hotel the day before the show and went to the restaurant. I saw a few familiar faces from the Rock World, and some came over to say hello and pay respects to Muddy. I remember this surreal encounter:
Kinky Friedman approached our table. I knew that he was a Texas Jewboy (his band’s name) musical comedian. The Kinkster sported Texas attire complemented by a white satin smoking jacket accented with blue Jewish stars, an Israeli flag motif. Embroidered along the hem were scenes of the crucifixion. Mr. Friedman exercises his ethnicity in provocative ways, in fashion, in his music, and in his recent mystery novels (recommended!). He was a Kosher cowboy mensch as he introduced himself to Muddy, assuring him that “people of the Jewish persuasion appreciate the Blues too.” Muddy, used to folks stranger than Kinky saying weird shit to him, just smiled and thanked him. Didn’t bat an eye.
That night, Pinetop, Muddy, and I were scheduled to rehearse our songs for the show. I didn’t realize that some of those blues-oriented rock stars must have been in the room to watch Muddy.
The next night, at the concert, Muddy, Pinetop, and I waited backstage to perform. Pinetop told me he heard one of The Beatles was there, not realizing that Ringo was sitting right next to him. Born in 1913, Pinetop knew as much about The Beatles as I know about The Backstreet Boys. Joni Mitchell, looking impossibly beautiful, introduced herself to Muddy. He didn’t know who she was, and just saw her as a young pretty woman, his favorite dish. He flirted but she didn’t respond.