Thursday, September 03, 2015

On an Island in the Sun

Unorganized Hancock. They're not hip. They're hip-hip.

This is a cover song from my sons' set at the Androscoggin Bank Colisee in Lewiston, Maine. They performed in the Z 105.5 Battle of the Bands for the L/A Fighting Spirit hockey team. Four Maine bands entered, and each wrote a fight song for the team. Our boys won. They're currently working on a new, extended version that will be played when the team skates onto the ice, with an excerpt that will be played whenever the team scores. They'll perform live inside the Colisee on opening night in a few weeks. It's a neato thing all around.

The temperature was in the mid-eighties, and there was no shade. The sun is shining right into the camera lens, so the kids are backlit. The PA system was incredibly loud, and it came close to totally overwhelming the internal microphone in the camera, but you can get the idea from the video of how lively they were.

Before the show, a woman went up to l'il Garrett the drummer and asked him, "So you're only twelve. You must be nervous. You're just a little kid. You must be nervous. You probably never played outdoors. You must be nervous. Aren't you nervous? You should be nervous."

He doesn't seem very nervous.

The kids recorded this song last winter, too:

[Update: Many thanks to longtime Unorganized supporter Dave R. from California for his generous hit on our PayPal tipjar, and some sage advice]
[Update: Many thanks to my friend Gerard at American Digest who sent the gift of drumsticks and a stick bag to l'il Garrett . He loves them]
[Update: Many thanks to longtime mega-supporter Kathleen M. for her contribution to the PayPal jar. It is greatly appreciated]

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Three Cheers for Demure

Our friend Nora Gardner designs, makes, and sells clothes. She's a big wheel in New York City, and we live in Podunk; but even Maine women know what to put on after they come in from chipping the ice off the well in the morning. Nora Gardner makes Sunday go to meeting clothes, I tell you what.

Nora Gardner