Freewheeling ? Actually never when you’re on stage. We always sweat our notes, twanging, slapping and sliding out. But this time we stopped at the Café Vélo, a cyclists’ place in Grenoble as its name clearly states. It’s intended to be a shelter for cyclists Lire la suite . . .
We’ve performed twice this weekend. Friday was our first time outside the city since 2013, back to where our music comes from : country! We were warmly welcomed at Le Relais des 7 Laux in the small village of Froges, at the bottom of the Lire la suite . . .
Between bar and restrooms, that’s often where everything happens for musicians. The stage or at least the room left for musicians to perform, is traditionally positioned there. The drunk guy who’s heading for the urinal by radar will inevitably collide with a guitar neck. At Lire la suite . . .
5th July 1954, atomic times… In the days of Cold War, rock’n’roll, an electric music, is spreading like a powder trail. On that summer day, Elvis is recording with guitarist Scotty Moore and bassist Bill Black his first record released on 45 and 78 rpm Lire la suite . . .
The Combo at 69 ? What is that ? 69 musicians in the Combo ? 69 people in the audience ? Was the Combo playing at an altitude of 69 meters/feet on Saturday ? Was the Combo performing at the 69th parallel beyond a polar Lire la suite . . .
Last Saturday as a stop on our (de)tour in the city, we played at home at the famous Grenoble musical headquarters called Café Bayard. On the backroom stage, we performed our set while Bernie the place mayor was occasionnaly playing along his mandolin between two Lire la suite . . .
Vendredi soir notre (dé)tour dans la ville a fait étape au Ness. Nous avons dégainé nos flingues à cordes dans l’arrière-salle du café-restaurant russe de Sacha pour deux bonnes heures de jeu. A cette issue, comme désormais à l’accoutumée chez notre amie russe, nous avons Lire la suite . . .
That picture above was taken at the the bar we played on saturday and illustrates the spirit of the place: a tiny room and something to play. We didn’t play with the Spider-Man pinball but we played on the stage. For the first time, we Lire la suite . . .
(Crazy Ol’) Jens Grimm and (BB) Bernd Browzee are the blues basterds with whom I shared the stage and the radio studio during my years in Germany. Jens, all the time completely nuts, blows the harmonica since times when I was not even born. He Lire la suite . . .