Showing posts with label Donnie Bonelli. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donnie Bonelli. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2008

The Lonely Hearts Club Valentine's Day Musical Extravaganza

There have been times in my existence, when I've experienced one thing or another that I've had trouble describing because of either it's simplicity or complexity, or it's ability to be both simple and complex at the same time. Tonight's show is among those things. I think of it as both simple and complex and anticipate that it won't be easy to describe that which I felt, and heard and saw, but I'll definitely try.

Isaac Russell played first. In the place of his sesiter Becca who was supposed to play but became indisposed with work, and sent her brother to represent the family.. Lyrics about hardships, love in many senses, society etc. make me wonder how a 16 year old heart has had love, room, pain, and overall experience, enough to write what he writes. He's a gifted musician, I've known that since I heard him playing a guitar in a local guitar shop a while before I actually met him. And now alongside that fact, I've discovered that he's quite a gifted poet as well. All in all, I'm glad I got to share the stage with him, and I'm also glad I can call him friend.




Next was my close friend and roommate Jeff Stone. He played a set of songs about real life situations dealing with love and loss. Nobody does love songs like Jeff stone. Thoughts he conveyed were done so from a heart that has truly felt both love and loss, and has been both whole and broken, and you could feel it with every word and every note. It was a pleasure to have him as a part of the evening.




Then there was me. In all honesty, I just felt blessed to be in the company of such great musicians, and just great people. I think my set went pretty well, I was a little nervous because of the calabur of those I was playing with, but at the same time, knowing I was in such great company gave me some sort of a boost and I think I had one of my best performances to date.



Right after my set, Chance, of the pop punk band Abby Normal played a song for us. It was a fun anti-love song, played with those in mind who were without a treasured one to share the holiday. Ya know, people like me. it was fun to have him add that to the show.



Colby Stead, was the headlining act, and rightly so. He made the evening magical. He was accompanied by his own guitar, and by the beautiful and diversely talented Amy Robinson (who brought bananna bread for all) on the accordion. Colby has a way of making each member of the audience feel as though they're the only one there, and that he is playing and speaking directly to them. Tonight was no exception. I had only once ever heard Colby play a love song, and it was a very special thing. Last night he played several songs about love in it's various forms. I was blown away by the insightful nature of each song. Which to be honest I should have expected as much from Colby. He was the highlight of the evening for me personally. He gave Jeff and I each a pair of colbystead.com Panties, knowing that we would appreciate the humor in it. (Jeff and I have juvenile senses of humor, and now we know that it's blatantly obvious.) They say "No" on the crotch, which is not just an insightful instruction, it's also the title of Colby's latest album



The evening closed with a performance by Joshua James, a local boy who's seen a lot of success lately. He's toured with the likes of John Mayer, and David Grey. He played one of the two love songs he's written. It was written from the perspective of a man who's died and is seeing his wife with her new husband. It was beautiful, and I believe it's the only time he's played it in public. I was glad to have both Joshua and Chance to add their soul to the evening.



I hope that more of my friends will start taking advantage of the shows here. I don't think people realize the quality, and beauty of what they're missing. Special thanks to Ryan, Al, and Erin, for coming out. You made my night.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Misconceptions and Projections, and the Frequent Use of the Word Subsequent

I and my constituency Journeyed to the land of Corona this evening to catch another showing of my new fav flick, Juno. The movie was just as pleasing the second time. I love seeing a picture for the second time. It's true a first viewing carries with it a magic that you can't ever get out of the same movie twice, but on a second or other subsequent viewings, there's a chance to study the directing, and the screenplay and other elements that make the film what it is. I've trained myself not to do so on a first viewing, because I want there to be a part of me that still sees a movie just to be entertained by it. But second viewing is fair game. I'm certain my chum Ryan was annoyed by my under-the-breathe commentary. Sorry Ry.

On the way to Corona, I was among my pals, Twavis ( The story of this nickname shall be told in a future blog,) and Jeff. Twavis is training in mixed marshal arts, and Jeff sells magical juice from the amazon that can allegedly cure aids. Anywho, Jeff's favorite new phrase is, "let's take this to the mat," it's supposed to be a joke because he's quite aware that Twavis could kick the collective, A-double-snakes of our entire conglomeration of friends and acquaintances, maybe not all at the same time, but who knows maybe. Anyway the phrase was said, and Twavis responded with, "The next time we take it to the mat, I'm throwin' blows on you." I, being among the sarcastic and gutter-minded boys, of the y2k generation, made a comment of an inappropriate nature, that involved Twavis and Jeff, in a compromising situation. Twavis tried to get crazy and this happened...




Following the film, on the subsequent ride home, this turned into a long and unprogressing (not a real word) debate on the nature of Twavis' sexual orientation, salt & peppered with giggles and hoots from Jeff in the back seat. It was funny, but methinks I lost my voice from the combination of my recent sickness and the 20 minute wave of yelling above the scratchy radio and rebuttles of Twavis defending his manhood. I love my pals.

Fun facts from tonight.

Ryan H. and his wifey Cindel, were out in the 9 from Long beach and joined us for the film, I love hanging out with them, they're so Indie. We discussed baby names for their unconcieved (also not a real word) children. They wore pea-coats which were fabulous. I was envious because the warmest item of clothing I currently have in my posess is a hoodie, I'm going to freeze my anatomy off in Utah.

Ryan S. and Leslie made a mad dash from Moval and made it to the theater in an unrealistic amount of time. Which means Ryan got to enjoy exhibiting the intended use of his rice-rocket. Leslie's hair looked remarkably nice in spite of it. I enjoy Leslie's smile. Upon the ending of the movie the couple left in a mad dash quite similar to the one in which they arrived.

Twavis is not a homosexual, and neither in fact, is Jeff, allegedly. Not that we'd judge them if they were. But they're not. So enjoy ladies.