So many people have helped out on these recordings and live shows- here's a short list
Pat Johnson: guitar and vocals
Penelope Houston: vocals and hand gestures
Dave Leonard: drums
Cindy Giuliani: bass
Dan Eisenberg: organ
Dave Gleason: guitar
Mike Stimming: guitar
Mike Therieau: bass and vocals
Pat Thomas: percussion and vocals
Katy Stephan: vocals and piano
Fred Odell: guitar
Ned Doherty: bass
Gene Parsons: pedal steel, banjo, mandolin
Wally Sound: producer, bass
Janell Perra: vocals
...and whoever else happens to show up!
Hello old pal, you see, playing that old stuff is not bad, and in Berlin, you can even make money with that. Love your stuff too, of course. Hans & Moe
May I just say again: good show last night, my friend. It's highly likely The Maydays would have been my favorite band, had I known you when the group actually existed.
dude, hap'burf'day!!! my best to amy rigby, too!! remember that night in houston when we sat in those pool loungers all nite long?? many moons ago.. here's to the old daze..xxxcm
I still have "Mooner" on cassette, I seriously need to upgrade to a CD. It's a solid album Patricio, through and through. Catch me up on what you're up to mister. -Moonbeam
Dude! The last time I saw you was backstage at the I-Beam in maybe... 1992 ? Still love "The Waiting Room". And, oh yeah, thanks for turning me on to Mississippi John Hurt.
hey Brotherman...ran into Dave...heard rad things about Lout!...I'm in LA this weekend, but it's about that time of year that you and I get together for beers. See ya soon man!
I could imagine you doing a pretty kick ass version of this:
Women think I'm tasty, but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin' got my poor feet a itchin',
Don't you know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me the tumblin' dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by.
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin',
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.
Pat, Cream Vintage in Austin TX saved my neck. I was gawkin' at the vinyl they had for sale in there (which is good and cheap! BTW) when some guy got his face bashed in and bled all over my car and it became part of a crime scene ther. If I hadn't have been talking to the guy behind the counter I woulda been in the thick of it. Read my Tour Blog for the gory details. Tell them Hi from me.
