Inspector: Can you describe the gentleman who destroyed your amplifier?
Kory: Well, he was an
asshole.
Inspector: I see. (Makes a note in his book.) Anything else?
Kory: Um ... he had
long black hair, and was wearing black boots.
Inspector: Let's stick to the facts.
(conversation at Waves, Dec. 14th)
What's the happs, man? Kory Heath here, vocalist for the hip Black Market Blues, and raconteur extraordinaire. For the indefinite future I'm going to be taking Russ's place as editor of this newsletter - and believe me, there're gonna be some big changes around here. Notice, for instance, the replacement of the Contemporary Brush title font with the beautifully austere Bookman Old Style. This new format may take some getting used to, but with a little time I think you'll really "dig it", as the kids say.
For those of you who didn't catch our last Waves gig, here's some of the excitement you missed: toward the later part of our set, about half the crowd (i.e. one guy) got up and started moshing around the dance floor in a coked-up stupor. Spurred into a frenzy by the pounding rhythms of "Lazy Jane" and "Mojo", he finally careened into Russell Barber, smashing through my harmonica amp in the process. The input jack is replaceable, but, man, that vintage shit-brown electrolab grill-cloth was one of a kind.
The Phoenix Jazz Club has opened its doors once again, and is hard at work stacking chairs in front of all the fire exits. You'll find us loitering around there on Friday, January 5th. We're also keeping a sly eye on all the new clubs downtown, which seem to be popping up like toadstools. When they all come breaking down our door begging us to play, you guys will be the first ones to hear about it.
We hope you all had a great holiday. Now why not start off the new year the right way - with a nice cool glass of BMB?