The Phantom Of The Opera Is Here!

11/19 - 10:20am: So much going on and decided it was time to pay a visit to Bassikly Speaking again. Now that I'm off the road, I feel less compelled to jot down my thoughts here. But I enjoy it and I know that someday it will be a gas to go back and read where my head (my life!) was at when I wrote this stuff.

Played a private function last night at The Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills. The evening's affair was The Crown Jewel Gala. Essentially, a room full of yentas wearing tiaras and dragging their poor husbands behind them to feast on excellent food and make a fuss over each other and everything around them. I've decided that this is something for Beth & I to aspire to. I've ordered a custom tiara for her. It's got a special holder and drinking tube for her Diet Coke so she can go hands-free and I figured I'd go for the real thing with diamonds & jewels and the whole bit. By the time I pay it off we'll be at the right age to attend. The music of the evening was fairly typical fair; standards/bossa novas during dinner, classic rock/R&B/disco for the revelers to dance to. I hadn't played my electric bass for a while so it was fun to strap on the "plank" and churn out rousing renditions of "YMCA", "I Will Survive", and "Honky Tonk Woman'. (Hmmm, suddenly the 2-hour sound checks with Engelbert don't seem so bad). The featured entertainment of the evening however was not us but rather an excellent performer who sang a medley of show tunes dressed as the phantom from Phantom of the Opera. Little did they know that underneath the white mask was yours truly trying to diversify and make some extra bucks for Natalia's college fund. All kidding aside, the guy was great and killed an hour while we ate our "bandwiches" and cookies.

On the home front, Beth had a lovely baby shower with all her close friends from L.A. in attendance as well as the Aunties (my aunts, Sandy & Adrianne), and my Dad's lady friend Minnie. I wasn't there, but it looked like quite a party. Gifts from L.A. to N.Y. have been arriving and Natalia's room is going to be a beautiful, comfortable room filled with lots of love. (Mom, I miss you and wish you were around to see all this.)

Work-wise, the calendar is filling up nicely with gigs ranging from guitar/bass duos to a 7-piece horn band. I'm enjoying the diversity and the challenges that many of the situations present. I have to confess tofeeling a little rusty. I've been getting back into a practice routine again but it's nothing like getting out there and just doing it. As the great guitarist John Abercrombie so astutely said "If I wanted to play by myself I'd just get a couple of cut-out dolls - a Chick Corea or Herbie Hancock doll - sit in my house and pretend I'm playing with them. But I like making music with people; that's what it's all about". Amen to that! I'd only add that I enjoy playing music for people as well. How satisfying to make that connection!

So, that's it for now. My website is officially up - www.adamcohenmusic.net - and I'll be adding audio clips of my music as well as other albums I've played on very soon. Please stop by and say hi.

Until next time,
--Adam

 

The Final Curtain

11/1, 11:40am: Said goodbye to my friends & colleagues - as well as Engelbert himself - on the EH tour last month. With so many great memories and the wonderful friendships I formed during the past year, it was a departure that was laced with mixed emotions. While I am extremely excited about this new chapter I am embarking on in my life, I am also going to miss the warmth and comraderie I had come to know on the road. Nevertheless, I move forward with eyes wide open and expectations at an all-time high.

The night I arrived home from Toronto I was right back in it with a gig that evening with jazz singer Bernie Meisinger. The upright bass has become my true love and though it had been several weeks since we’d made music together, and despite feeling a bit unfamiliar, it felt good to play it again. Fast forward to now and we’re back to feeling like old friends.

I had been concerned that it would take a while for work to start coming in - not sure how well the news of my return home had traveled - but I’ve been pleasantly surprised with how things have developed. Among the usual assortment of casuals - or as they say on the east coast; “club dates”, though neither is accurate - is a couple of nice dates I am very excited about. Later this month I’ll be working with Carlos Cuevas who is a fine pianist & composer. Carlos works within the trio format and has a terrific album out that showcases his many interesting compositions. I’m looking forward to the challenge. Also are some dates with guitarist Ron Anthony. Ron has worked with George Shearing, Frank Sinatra, and many other jazz luminaries. Playing with Ron is always a chance to learn and have some fun. I believe we’ll be in a trio format as well. I’m excited about making music with him. Also on the schedule is some dates with vocalist Bernie Meisinger (lots of great standards!), the 17th Anniversary Show for Chick Singer Night/L.A., and some private functions that will no doubt put me back together with some old acquaintances.

Finally, two very important projects in my life are in the final stages of completion. With only a little over a month to go, Beth and I will soon be blessed with the arrival of little Natalia Cohen. I have never been more excited and more unsure of what lies ahead about anything in my life! Thank goodness I have a terrific partner, a wonderful family, and great friends. I love you all. Also in the home stretch is the production of my new album “Ritual”. Final mixes are done and the project is currently in the hands of the very capable Paul Tavenner for mastering. Doing the graphics and design is a fellow from New York who specializes in jazz artists and has worked on albums from Hiram Bullock, Bob James, Larry Carlton, and Marcus Miller, among others. I think it’s safe to say the project is in good hands.

Finally, stay tuned for the arrival of my new website! Right now it’s “under construction” (web jargon which really means I don’t have a damn thing to put on it). But the domain name has been locked in, so please keep your eyes open for news on the upcoming: www.AdamCohenMusic.net !

So, to quote a familiar tune, as I face the “final curtain” on my days with the Humpy Tour, a new one rises up on fresh challenges and experiences.

Okay, music fans…stay tuned!

Your friendly neighborhood bassist,

--Adam

The Changing Time Pub

10/8, 1:56am: Just played our first night at the Westbury Music Fair. What a fucking circus (pardon the pun). Whatever it was that the audience had come expecting to see, I’m pretty sure tonight’s bloodbath wasn’t it. I won’t go into details but I believe two words are in order here; very sad.

To wash it all away, Ron (trumpet), Dave (guitar), Jeremy (trombone), and I decided to take in one of the local watering holes. Though Dave & Jeremy seemed to fade fairly quickly, Ron and I had a great time talking and observing how different the scene was from what we know of L.A. As I mentioned in a previous entry, the charm and substance of the people and places of New York has already placed its spell on me. I know it might sound crazy but hearing that NY accent just sends me. We had two women bartenders with hair from 1977 who sounded like the chick on King of Queens and I was in heaven. Nobody said “I’m like” this or that. Nobody gave a shit and a shake whether or not they had on the latest fashion. Everyone spoke in a no-nonsense, direct, warm, and genuine way. My God, I thought there had been something wrong with ME all these years!

When we decided to call it a night, we had the bartender call us a cab. To my surprise, it was a white guy who spoke english. Not only that, but he seemed to be a local who had been doing the cabbie gig for some time. He regaled us with stories of how he’d recently turned 50 but was trying not to succumb to talking and acting like his old man did at that age. The depth of the conversation quickly swam towards the shallow end when the subject turned to women of different ethnicities and he told us of an Indian gal he knew who was in NY studying medicine and had “great jugs”. I laughed all the way back to the hotel.

Well, my three scotches are beginning to work on me, so I better go. I’ve got ESPN, HBO, and CNN waiting for my remote. And how about the baseball playoffs?! I’ve been relishing very moment of every game. And, by the way, it’s heartwarming to see everyone here in their Yankee garb. People talk about sports -- and particularly, baseball -- around here, knowledgeably and passionately. So refreshing.

Until next time...go Yankees!
--Adam

Early October

10/3, 9:30am: Never take anything for granted. An oft-used phrase that we’ve all heard before. How quickly we embrace it when confronted with the unexpected and how quickly we forget when things get comfortable.

I can’t think of a time in my life when positive events in my personal & professional life have been in such contrast with what I see in the world around me. To say this has been a good year for me would be accurate but perhaps an understatement. I’ve met a terrific woman with whom I have planted the seeds -- some would say literally -- for a wonderful future. My father is in good health and enjoys a happy and satisfying life well into his 70’s. And, of course, the tour with Mr. H; a musical & personal experience that has sometimes been magical and always been memorable.

The events of the last few months in our nation and our world are inescapable. Parts of our country have endured unbelievable devastation and hardship. Entire populations displaced with really nowhere to go and no foreseeable relief in the near future. Our soldiers fight an increasingly deadly war with any sense of resolution becoming more and more evasive. Overseas, in an area in which we had been scheduled to perform during our tour of Asia (and which was subsequently canceled -- thankfully), terrorism has reared its ugly head and innocent people have been killed. It disturbs me how quickly I seem to “move on” now. Has the regularity, the callous disregard for human life, the viciousness of these events become so easy to digest? I sit here in my hotel room in a cocoon of clean sheets and bottled water and wonder if I’m missing something.

One nagging thought; where is the outpouring of sympathy from the rest of the world following the horrible one-two punch of the hurricanes here in America?

On a lighter note, the new additions to the EH band have been quite positive. Our new conductor & pianist, Anne Shuttlesworth, has brought a delightful presence and strong direction to the proceedings. Dave Hill, who I’ve mentioned in previous entries, is not only a fine guitarist but also a very good friend and I’m glad he’s joined up with the tour. Ron King, another buddy from L.A., has finally solidified the trumpet chair and is a welcome addition both musically & personally to the band.

With the filming of a concert video set for two weeks from now in Canada, new tunes have begun creeping into the show. It’s always refreshing for a musician to be presented with new material but I believe Engelbert is stretching himself stylistically as well, and that’s been exciting. When you get to see firsthand a performer of Engelbert’s caliber reaching for something different, you not only want to pull your weight to help him get there, you delight in his success.

I’ve learned so much about life and about myself this year. Though I’m not always so, I’ve learned the value of patience (my bandmates will know how I’ve developed this attribute). I’ve discovered that being a strong, loving, compassionate human being is a 24 hour responsibility and that living your life with dignity is a challenging but honorable goal. Finally, I have come to realize that when the day is done, our character is not defined by our talents, but by how we interact with the people and the world around us. I’m not there yet, but I’m working on it.

Until next time...
--Adam

Movin' On Up! (to the West Side)

9/21, 10:48pm: The lovely lady and I are embarking on our first plane ride together! We’re on a flight to the Big Apple as I write this. On top of the excitement of traveling together is the joy of being in business class. Beth used some of her accumulated miles to upgrade us and, to my eyes, I can see very little difference between where we’re sitting and first class. Way to go Beth! I have a feeling that inside of mommy’s belly Natalia is happy too.

The last few weeks have brought changes both personally and professionally. On the personal side, Beth & I have finally gotten into our dream pad. It’s a 3 bedroom apartment that we were waiting to become available for some time. Without getting into details as to the nature of the delay, suffice to say, it was well worth the wait. Aside from the sheer pleasure I get from waking each morning next to Beth, I would say the best feature of the apartment is the downstairs basement (now officially called “The Bassment”). It’s a rather large room that was converted by the previous occupants into a kind of family room, replete with wet-bar, bathroom, central air, and plenty of storage space. It’s my dream music room! By this time next month, I hope to have most things in place to have it look & feel like the perfect jamming/practice space I imagine it to be.

Of course the place wouldn’t truly be a home without a room for little Natalia. Natalia, who we’ve now determined will greet the world on December 19th, has a room of her own with lots of space for toys and clothes and all her stuff. Beth and myself will be frantically hitting the stores to get it ready come mid-November. Right now, I truly don’t know where to begin.

On the professional side of things, I’m taking steps to get my album project completed. I recently finished the second of two photo shoots, both of which proved to be fruitful in providing the images and moods I wanted to convey. Billy Hulting, my good friend and associate producer, has been lovingly poring over the recorded material in the quest for the ultimate mix. I couldn’t ask for more caring or discerning ears. Once that hurdle is jumped, it’s off to my friend Paul Tavenner’s (yes, another buddy) studio for mastering. Finally, the graphics, packaging, and manufacturing, and yours truly will have crossed the finish line with this thing! My first album, recorded in 1994, took two days to record and was in my hand ready to be heard by all a month later. Between Billy’s and my touring schedule, my latest  (and only 2nd) album has been in the making for over two years! I don’t think I’m being overly confidant when I say that I think it will be worth the wait.

Also, on the musical front (particularly the E-Hump front), there are once again new faces in the band. I won’t dwell on the issues -- good or bad -- surrounding such frequent and sometimes unexpected changes, and just say how glad I am to still be part of what has been for me a wonderful experience both musically & personally.

On a final note, I spotted Quincy Jones sitting a few rows up in first class. Dammit, where’s my new CD when I need it!?

Your friendly neighborhood bassist,
--Adam

Hot August Nights

8/28, 11:38am: I’ve been staring at the screen and wondering how to begin - hoping to open with something cute or profound - when I decided that the simple idea that I’m pondering all this is sufficient. Funny thing is, I have so much on my plate that it’s curious that I would have such difficulties.

We’re at the end of a four day run at The Orleans in Las Vegas; one of my favorite stops and our third time here now. What makes this particular stay different is the afternoon rehearsals we’ve been having. The band is set to produce a live concert video next month in Biloxi, Mississippi, and Engelbert has chosen a wealth of new material for the show. While I miss having the afternoon free to do...well, pretty much anything, I am enjoying working up the new songs. There’s been some personnel changes in the band and I’m pleased that I’ve been able to recommend my good friend Dave Hill to join us on guitar for the video shoot. I’m also excited that Ron King - another musician buddy from L.A. - is going to be our new trumpet player when we return home from Las Vegas. Ron is a dynamic player who will surely bring a lot to the table.

Previously, we had played a weekend in Massachusetts which, in addition to the extreme heat & humidity, also presented some interesting venues for us. There is apparently a common style of theater on the east coast - particularly in more rural areas - which is called a “music tent” or “music circus”. These venues are basically theaters in the round with giant circus-type tents around them. They are semi-enclosed so it’s a unique kind of indoor/outdoor experience. Despite the heat and intense humidity, I kind of enjoyed the experience as it gave me a rare opportunity to see Engelbert from a much different vantage point.

Engelbert was perched on top of a medium sized round stage which was in the middle of the theater. Seats were situated all around and the band was set up in an orchestra pit. For the first time, I could really see Engelbert perform in much the same way as the audience. It was quite exhilarating. I can see why he has sustained such a long and successful career and why his fans are so taken by him. He is truly a charismatic performer who, by the way, happens to sing is ass off. I’m not sure my love of the new surroundings was shared by all (including Humpy himself), but I had fun and it gave me a new level of respect for Engelbert and the way he played to the crowd from all angles of the stage.

Next stop is Cerritos, CA where I’ll be blessed to have Beth and her wonderful mother Hilda (who’s visiting from NY) in attendance. After that, it’s 5 days of rehearsal in Hollywood interspersed with moving into a new apartment with Beth and, in the not-too-distant future, little Natalia. It’s going to be an eventful week which, after some consideration, can be said for the entire year so far!

Well, it’s off to rehearsal. Wanted to hit the gym for a little bit and work off some of the damage from the buffet but the writing bug bit me and I couldn’t hold off.

By next entry, I’ll be in the nurturing comfort of my new home & family.

Until next time...
--Adam

Philadelphia/Cleveland II

8/8/05, 4:24pm: Just a quick update as to what’s happening in Max & Erma’s Bar in Cleveland, Ohio...none other than Jim Brown was here having a beer. Yes, THAT Jim Brown of the Cleveland Browns! He asked for my autograph and I graciously accepted. Then we went on to the bench press test. I won by pressing three waitresses and a tray full of MIller Lites as the onlooking crowd approved. But seriously, it’s amazing what you see when spending several hours in an airport bar.

Somehow, in some wierd way, I’m having a good time.

--Adam

Philadelphia/Cleveland I

8/8/05, 2:42pm: I am not an expert traveler. I consider myself a seasoned traveler; always open to advice, the occasional lesson to be learned...basically anything that can help me deal with airline travel more enjoyably and more efficiently. I dress and pack appropriately so I can breeze through security and, though I have the additional baggage of an instrument to carry, I would say I do alright.

My last entry was written within the confines of the Philadelphia Airport. I awoke, fairly fresh, at 6am and was out the hotel door at 6:30 to make my 10:05 flight. Overkill you say? Until you’ve encountered the line for security at Phily (which I alluded to in my last report) you’ll  know that this is not a rookie move. Anyhow, all systems go, with plenty of time to sit in the terminal and do such mundane things as write for this journal.

Boarding call was made and I entered the plane and took my seat with the sense of triumph of a plan well-executed. Then, the wait began. 10 minutes on the tarmac. Fifteen. Twenty. Finally, in a voice all too clear, “Ladies & gentlemen, apparently a Frontier Airlines jet has had its brakes lock up and is unable to move off the runway.” My heart froze. My throat became dry. A diminished chord from some unseen movie score orchestra pulsed in my head. I thought to myself, “Why didn’t I get called for that gig?”. But I digress. Fast-forward to an hour later. Our flight takes off and we arrive in Cleveland at approximately 12:30pm. My connecting flight was scheduled to depart at 12:35. I hoped. I prayed. I chanted to unseen spirits. I grabbed my shit and bolted like a kid stealing a Tootsie Roll from the local mini-mart. At 12:40 I arrived at the gate -- not out of breath mind you -- only to hear the words “I’m sorry, the plane has already left.”

Fast-forward again, I’m here in Cleveland waiting for my 8:55pm flight. Seven hours to kill. (Actually, more than that when you take in when this all actually started.) So, with several whiskeys already under my belt and with even more hours to go, I submit to you this thought for consideration: All the experience in the world can’t prepare you for...what you think you’re prepared for.

I have also come to the conclusion that, with the right attitude, almost everything is bearable. Then again, that could be the whiskey talking.

Humbly yours,
--Adam

Gettin' my Jersey up!

8/8/05, 8:11am: Greetings from the Philadelphia Airport! We just finished a two-day run in New Jersey (New Brunswick & Sewell) and, well, not too much of particular interest to report. I’m flying out of Philly, boarding a connecting flight in Cleveland and then on home to LAX. This is my second time flying through Philadelphia. Word to the wise; avoid flying out of here at all costs. The line for security here is quite possibly the longest line -- of any kind, for any reason -- that I have ever seen. Passengers for the entire airport funnel through this one station. Not sure why such inefficiency exists at a major airport like this, but it at least softens the blow by being quite comfortable once inside the terminal. Wireless Internet and a decent selection of shops & restaurants make for pleasant way to kill some time.

New Jersey, in my opinion, is quite a lovely state and it’s moniker of the “Garden State” is well-deserved. Lush greenery is everywhere and the buildings -- both commercial & residential -- are refreshingly different than the cookie-cutter architecture we see in L.A. So much more character! The town of New Brunswick in particular struck me as being quite nice and had that small-town, colonial look & feel to it. It’s also home to Rutgers University and the college was well-represented around town with displays of school athletic uniforms, clothes, and other related souvenirs.

Both shows went well with Engelbert hitting what appeared to be a personal high-note at the show in Sewell. It was one of the larger venues we’ve played -- probably 3000 or more capacity -- and there was a nice exchange of energy between audience & band.

The high note for me, however, was being picked up by a limo at the airport (I had arrived a day earlier before everyone else so a car was sent for me) and getting the driver to stop at White Castle for me. I bought a sack of 10 cheeseburgers, got through 5, and with a smile from ear to ear, left the rest for the driver. I do believe I saw stars as the first delectable little belly bomb slid down my throat. The only thing that could’ve made it better was having my Dad sharing the bag of burgers with me. Next time!

Up next, dates in Massachusetts, New York, Las Vegas, and SoCal. Right now, I look forward to a few days at home with the lovely Beth, and a photo shoot for my upcoming record. Hopefully I can squeeze in a gig or some other playing situation as well.

That’s all for now!

Your friendly neighborhood bassist,
--Adam

Oy, it's so humid!

7/22/05, 6:22pm: People, I'm here to tell ya, we're havin' a heat wave. We're talking triple digits. I've got the AC going and I'm still hot. So, I decided -- mid-sweat -- to pay a visit to my humble little journal.

After our month-long jaunt through Southeast Asia and beyond, I must say it's been good to be home. Along with the joy of reacquainting myself with my happening little pad, I've been relishing my time with that most happening of chicks, Beth. But more on that in a moment.

While at home I've been fortunate enough to jump right back into things and pick up some fun gigs as well as some nice session work. Had to get my upright chops up in a hurry and was wondering if I would be ready. Thanks to my friend Curt Berg (trombonist & composer/arranger), who put together some timely jam sessions, and some serious 'shedding at home, I'm getting it together rather quickly. Still, my goals remain higher and I'm excited to have arranged to study with a bassist from the L.A. Philharmonic starting in September. I'm preparing to begin eating large slices of humble pie.

For those of you who have been following my exploits, you know that I'm going to be a father in a few months. What you don't know is the gender of the baby. Well, are you ready?...

IT'S A GIRL!

Come late December, Beth & I will be welcoming little Natalia Vicki Cohen into the world. Is that amazing or what?! Beth has taken on a lovely glow (as well as some girth, which I ill-advisedly pointed out) and is also becoming quite the eater. I'll leave it at that before I get into more trouble.

So, with my time at home waning and a nice tour across the US waiting, I have much to look forward to.

My fellow Americans, be safe and be strong.

Until next time...
--Adam

Asia Images, Pt. 1

The first in a series of photos from the EH Tour of Asia. This collection is from our time in India (New Delhi and Bombay). Towards the end is a few photos I labeled so you can put names to the faces.

Enjoy!
--Adam

Sayonara!

6/29, 11:17pm: Played our final show of the Asian tour tonight at the Tokyo International Forum. It’s a beautiful venue and, by all appearances, quite new. As was the case in Paris when we closed out the European tour, the band wanted to give it one last hurrah and played with energy and enthusiasm. As I looked around the stage during the show, I could see smiles all around as if we all sensed the same mixture of sadness and satisfaction that comes with a final performance. I really feel fortunate to have shared the stage with such great people. After six months on the tour now, I am also grateful for the friendships I have forged along the way.

Some closing thoughts...

Advancements in communication as well as travel have given us reason to utter the words “Small world, isn’t it?”.  And indeed, in many ways, it is. On the other hand, my experiences thus far give me reason to feel that our world remains huge in its diversity. I doubt I will ever feel that more than I do now. I imagine I will come home and settle back into the familiar comforts of my country and all it’s Americanism, but I will never again assume that what I’ve come to know as an American is how it is for the rest of the world.

This broadened scope I have coincides with another event in my life that will also serve to broaden my view of things; my lovely Beth & I are expecting a baby! Due date...late December. Now, for those of you doing the math, that means I didn’t just find out today. Well, you’re right. I didn’t. I did however want to wait on breaking the news until I was sure everything was alright with both mother and baby. And, thank God, all is well. She’s at the end of the first trimester which, I understand, is the most difficult and also the biggest hurdle to see if the little guy (or gal) is going to make it. Beth went in for an ultrasound and says she now knows the gender. I’ve decided to wait until I get home to find out. I’ll let you all know in my next entry. (How’s that for a cliffhanger!)

We have all of July off before we hit the good ol’ USA in August. Some destinations I look forward to: Massachusetts, Las Vegas, and New York (among others).

What does the future hold for me? With a baby on the way and a woman who needs me, my time on the tour could be coming to a temporary close in the next couple of months. I only know that even as that door may close, another one is opening. I intend to step through that open door with eyes wide open; ready to embrace the unconditional love of both my partner and our child and accept the obligations thereof that have come to make me feel like a true citizen of the world. Regardless of where my musical journeys may take me, I will continue this journal -- on or off the road -- and hope that those who have taken the time to read these words will stay along for the ride.

I remain, as always, your friendly neighborhood bassist,
--Adam

Manila, Hong Kong, and One More To Go

6/27, 4:37pm: This will be my next-to-last entry for this leg of the tour as we have only tonight in Hong Kong and one show in Tokyo remaining. I will use my last entry to talk a bit about Tokyo and my final impressions of our month in Asia.

A few days ago we arrived in Hong Kong from Manila. I could not have been happier. Manila was, for me, the least enticing of our destinations. While the people were incredibly friendly and upbeat, I found the city to be an unhealthy (physically & mentally) mix of pollution, chaos, and extreme heat. I don’t think it’s at the top of anyone’s list as a vacation spot and I’ll leave it at that.

The show in Manila was a good one as far as the audience reception was concerned. I don’t think I’ve heard a crowd roar for “My Way” quite as loudly. Engelbert was treated to perhaps his most enthusiastic welcome thus far and I think that did wonders to pump him up. It was a larger hall that I’m guessing sat close to 3000. Worthy of mentioning is the presence of none other than Imelda Marcos herself who was seated front row center and accompanied by a small entourage. Other than that, a rather uneventful night. Band was okay, not great. I was perhaps less than okay since I seemed to be on autopilot again. I think the heat and the fumes from all the car exhausts made me lightheaded. Everybody was a little tightly wound the next morning and I think eager to move on to Hong Kong.

Hong Kong. In a word? Wow! The city is situated on a very busy shipping port that is not only a site in itself, but serves to add a certain majesty to an already spectacular skyline. I hope to get a few pictures (both day & evening) so that I can share the amazing scenery here. Our hotel is situated right on the harbor, adjacent to the convention center, with excellent views of both waterfront and skyline. Quite dramatic! Additionally, the accommodations are first-rate and I get the feeling that much of what happens between East & West -- at least business-wise -- happens right here. If anyone wants to know what Panasonic is coming out with next year, let me know. I’m hangin’ by the pool with these guys tomorrow!

The show in Hong Kong felt funny to me. They had us in a huge cavernous multipurpose building that could’ve doubled as an airplane hangar. The acoustics were horrible and clearly the place wasn’t designed for live music. Nevertheless, the crowd wanted us to do a second encore and practically wouldn’t let us leave. I guess -- bad acoustics and all -- we still came across.

I will be leaving Hong Kong reluctantly tomorrow morning. There is much here to soak in and, since I know I’ve barely scratched the surface, I believe I will return someday.

Tokyo awaits!

Stay tuned,
--Adam

Sing, Sing, Singapore

6/22, 10:40am: We’re in Singapore now; a beautiful country/city. From what I’ve seen, this is one of the cleanest and safest places in the world. Things are so green and lush here that the buildings seem to have sprouted in between the trees as opposed to the other way around. The weather has not entirely cooperated -- cloudy and very humid with the occasional rain -- but it’s still a pleasure to walk around, sit at a cafe, and take in the surroundings.

With that in mind, I am unquestionably ready to go home. Malaysia was not a high point for me or the band (in as much as the show is concerned). I first joined up with this tour back in December of last year when they flew me out to do a couple of shows in Kuala Lumpur. It was a fascinating city and the weather, though very hot, was nice to take in. Though our location was different, I had expected more of the same and, with 5 days there, I was eager to arrive. To coin an oft-used American phrase; it sucked. Big time. If the Petronas Towers are the highest twin-towers in the world, then the Genting Highlands Resort just might be the highest pile of shit in the world. 1000’s of Asians flock to this rat hole to wander aimlessly through a maze of bad restaurants, shops, and arcades only to return to the filthiest hotel rooms I have yet to encounter. On top of all that, we had just come off a horrible show in Bangkok and were treated to an equally bad one on the first of two shows in Genting. Now, to be fair to my colleagues, the band was up to playing great and having another in a string of good shows. Unfortunately, Hurricane Humpy blew through the proceedings and turned the place into a disaster area. Engelbert is a fantastic singer & performer, so why not derive some pleasure from that wonderful gift, do the show, sing your heart out, and let the soundguys and the MD do their jobs? That kind of ranting & raving not only looks bad to the audience, but it sucks the enthusiasm out of all concerned.

Thankfully, a second show in Malaysia -- at a 5000 seat arena -- was a triumph in all respects and we were able to leave on somewhat of a high note. The short 45 minute flight to Singapore found everyone happy, a little tired, and anxious to move on.

On a personal note, I find myself healthier and in better shape than I possibly have ever been. Despite my passion for food, I’ve eschewed the buffets for the most part and have taken to eating smaller meals and putting my fork down sooner than I used to. I’ve treated myself to a massage on a couple of occasions after working out and I’ve gotten a few comments from the ladies working on me that I look 10 years younger than my age. They’re probably supposed to say that, but it was nice to hear anyway. One actually said I was too skinny! I haven’t heard that in a long, long time.

Musically speaking (or should I say “bassikly speaking”!), I find myself playing better. I expected my chops to atrophy a little -- and maybe on a creative/intuitive level they have (I’ll find out when I get home and have to play more interactive music) -- but I think the discipline of working within the parameters of the show has made me more conscious of the notes I choose, when & where to use them, and even how long or short (as in articulation) to play them. I not only feel -- even at 42 -- I have a greater understanding of my role as a bassist, but also how influential I can be in that role. It’s a great feeling and a new source of inspiration for me. I no longer have the need to play a great solo at some point in the gig (in any gig, for that matter) in order to feel I’ve made a valid contribution. Another lesson learned, in a lifetime of lessons, that was learned late but learned nonetheless.

On that note, I will say goodbye until we meet again.

Stay tuned!
--Adam

Sri Lanka to Bangkok

6/13, 5:13pm: An ancient Chinese proverb says: “Man who go to bed with itchy ass, wake up with smelly finger.” Well, I’ve arrived in Bangkok feeling as if I’ve left behind one giant itchy ass. I must say though, in all due respect, that the people of India and Sri Lanka were gracious hosts -- so eager to please -- and I did find the tropical island of Sri Lanka much to my liking. Nevertheless, I did not shed a tear as our plane lifted off the runway at approximately 3am this morning. Additionally, I’m happy to report that I’ve organized a special UN envoy to come to India and supply the country with free toilet paper...double-ply. Although the subject of doodie has become a favorite topic of discussion among the band & crew -- what with Delhi Belly (think Montezuma’s Revenge) becoming a problem for some (though, thankfully, not me) -- I will move on to more savory areas of discussion.

Driving from the airport to our hotel in Bangkok, I couldn’t escape the feeling that I’d awoken from some strange dream. Things here are modern and up to date much like any western city. Phone service is reliable and without the bizarre number sequences I encountered previously. The roads and main highways all have the look and clarity of direction that one would expect from in this day & age. However, it occurs to me -- even as I write this -- that there might be some charm and sense of adventure in rumbling over dark, unrefined avenues where people, vehicles, and animals mingle so freely. Yes, I do believe that.

I think the image that is etched in my mind about Colombo (Sri Lanka) is the sight of machine gun stations in & around the airport. There were also soldiers at almost every major intersection armed with AK-47s. The AK-47 is a name and an image that, for me , has always been synonymous with communism, rebels, coups, uprisings...basically the symbol and tool of choice for anything or anyone anti-American. To see these rifles literally feet away from you in the hands of such seemingly young people, was startling. On the flip side of that was the extreme lushness of the landscape and the striking optimism of the people (a quality that seemed absent in the people of India). I believe there is much Sri Lanka can offer as a destination for vacationers but also as a part of the world community. There has been ongoing civil war -- the nature of which eludes me -- that has lasted for 20 years or so. I know that if their resources were directed elsewhere and they could put this thing behind them, a truly wonderful country would emerge.

On a musical note, the band is in a groove not unlike a sports team that is on a winning streak. We just can’t seem to lose! And this, after I had a less than stellar night our last show. I really felt like my mind wasn’t in the game and I was on autopilot. And it’s funny because you start to talk to yourself: “Wow, I’m really coasting here. Why can’t I get dialed in? Gee, I can’t believe I just played that note. Hmmm, I’m standing here in front of 2000 people and blankly staring into the audience talking to myself. Okay, smile, let them see what a great time you’re having. Ugh, I bet I look like an idiot. Try looking serious & determined. Damn, another mistake! Shit.” And so it went.

No worries; tomorrow is our show in Bangkok and with that change in scenery comes a chance for a musical awakening as well.

Until next time...

Your friendly neighborhood bass player,
--Adam

India

6/8, 5:40PM: Dateline-Bangalore, India. We started our Asian tour last week and there is so much I’ve already experienced. Though I fear the written word may not accurately portray the overwhelming assault on the senses that India brings, I am compelled to share what has already been an experience I shall never forget.

First, the 14 hour flight from L.A. to Hong Kong...I can’t believe I’m going to say this but, it wasn’t that hard. As my number one favorite guy, Jeff Sturges (our MD) likes to say, my road chops are up! An 8 hour L.A. to London run?...like a stroll to the corner market to me now. The key is time management and always go for the aisle seat. If you’re near the window, every time you have to get up you have to bother the other one or two people to get up and let you out. A few trips to the toilet and the annoyance factor goes way up. Middle seat?...no room! You’ve got people on either side and you can’t stretch out into the aisle or use the wall next to you to lean against. It’s a no-win situation. Now, the aisle allows freedom of movement both for leaving your seat as often as you need and for letting your limbs and shoulder expand beyond the limitations of the seat. It’s perfect and it gives you a sense that you’re not being squished.

After a day layover in Hong Kong, we flew to Delhi, India. A brief 4 hour flight that was punctuated by the showing of a fun movie with John Travolta called “Be Cool”. I had read the book by Elmore Leonard so it was neat seeing how the roles were cast.

India...where to begin? Well, I guess the first thing that struck me was the incredible heat. Following that very quickly was the smell. Intense heat and the smell of urine; not exactly travel brochure material. The bus ride from the airport to the hotel was an eye-opener. Now, mind you, it’s 2am and it’s still over 90 degrees outside! The bus ride itself, with the seemingly chaotic way in which traffic flows (or doesn’t flow), was an adventure. Buses, cars, motorcycles, pedestrians, bicycles, and these very small 3-wheeled taxis, all co-mingle to form a river of movement that pushes and pulls in different -- and often opposite -- directions. Horns are used liberally and I’m not sure with what intention or effect. Amidst all this chaos is the occasionally alarming sight of a cow or goat standing untouched and seemingly unaffected.

The heat is so thick and stifling that people can be seen literally lying on the sidewalk sleeping. It’s also not unusual to see someone relieving themselves in public. There are trenches that run along the sidewalk -- basically an open sewer -- where people urinate and, I guess, drop a deuce when the moment arrives. I’ve seen people also just squat in an open lot. I inquired, as I’ve been known to do, about how they clean up. There is no toilet paper, so they use their hand. In particular, their left hand, as is Indian custom. Small pitchers of water are kept nearby to rinse your hand off. Thus, it is considered a great insult here to shake someone’s hand with your left hand or to serve them food with your left hand. I must say, with no apprehension, that I’m inclined to agree.

The extent of the poverty here, with vast slums that consist of large networks of cramped open-air dwellings with no electricity and which resemble a giant stone & aluminum house of cards, and the aggressive begging from children & adults alike, is alarming. And yet, I sense in these people a great dignity, and a strong pride in the Indian culture. There is great beauty in their music, clothing, art, and architecture. One gets the feeling that India is like the talented athlete that never quite realized his potential.

As for my accommodations; nothing but first-rate, with the most exceedingly helpful and friendly workers & staff you could imagine. There isn’t a need that goes unsatisfied or a wish that goes unfulfilled. I’ve been immersing myself in a routine of gym followed by pool. The weather is great for getting some sun, jumping in the pool (which has always been the perfect temperature) to cool off, and then getting out and feeling nice and warm as you let the sun dry you off. The hotels we’ve been at here all have quite a history and I must say I feel like I’m leading some sort of exotic lifestyle.

The tour has been getting quite a lot of press here both on TV and in print. Saw myself on the evening news when they aired a concert clip, which was kind of cool. I also saw a picture of Engelbert from last night’s concert in today’s paper. I was barely discernible in the background but it was still kind of fun to see. We played in Mumbai (formerly known as Bombay) last night and gave one of our strongest shows in a while. I thought Engelbert was particularly on and he gave a very exciting performance. It’s still a thrill for me to play behind him.

All in all, this has been an experience of great contrasts both physically and emotionally. With several countries still ahead, I can only assume this is just the beginning.

Until next time...

Your friendly neighborhood bassist,
--Adam

More Photos

5/23, 8:32pm: There's an oft-used phrase, "A picture is worth a thousand words." Well, if pictures can also be like medicine, then seeing the faces of my friends in the band is healing me for sure.

After the deep-down unleashing of my thoughts & concerns last night, I found the simple act of looking at the smiling faces in these photos went a long way in giving me a sense of optimism. Knowing these people as I have come to know them bolsters my spirit and makes me anxious to hit the road again...wherever that may be.

God bless the good ol' USA!

Enjoy,
--Adam 

Please Release Me?

5/22, 11:30pm: As it’s been a while since I’ve added an entry here, I thought I would take a moment to put thoughts to paper (as it were).

While the past few weeks have been extremely enjoyable - with great shows & experiences in Las Vegas, Atlantic City, Detroit, Louisville, and Cleveland (where I write this now) - I am filled with a sense of foreboding. I wanted this new entry to be light, hopefully funny, and filled with some of the joy I felt playing in such great cities with such great and talented people. (Not to mention describing the euphoria of flying 1st class for the first time in my life! It'll have to wait.) We have a long leg of the tour coming up which will take us to parts of Southeast Asia that, quite frankly, have me very concerned. Therefore, I’m afraid this will be short on merriment.

Took a look at a U.S. Government travel warning for Indonesia - one of our destinations - and it’s more than a little scary. I can’t help but wonder if this has been taken into consideration by the people behind the planning of this tour. I love playing music and I am excited at the prospect of visiting interesting places. I’m also grateful for having the opportunity to share the stage with such a dynamic performer. Must I risk my health, or worse, my life, to bring “Please Release Me” to the people of Jakarta? Even more to the point; is it smart to do so and why do I feel I’m the only one asking these questions? Would the people who booked this trip make the same trip themselves? I wonder. I can’t think of a time when I’ve been more ambivalent about going somewhere.

When one encounters these kinds of questions, dilemmas, quandaries, etc., the usual responses of “You’ve gotta live your life!”, or “Life’s too short to go through life worrying about these things.”, or, the old favorite “If you give in to fear, they win!” is generously offered by friends & acquaintances alike. Well shit man, when does common sense get a turn at sitting in the front seat?! My uneasiness is equaled only by my anger over the recklessness of it all.

Finally, and on a more upbeat note, I feel such a closeness to many of my bandmates as well as others within the EH crew & staff. I’m hoping - no, I’m counting - on that very closeness and mutual concern for one another to get us through this in good spirits and in good health. If I must do this, I can’t think of better people I’d rather have at my side.

Guess, that’s all. We go home tomorrow morning for a much-needed 10-12 days off. During that time I have some gigs, appointments to keep, friends & loved ones to be with and I’m going to cherish every minute of it all.

Until next time...
--Adam

A Lady Doesn't Blow On Some Other Guy's Dice

5/9, 9:16am: Hello music fans! We just wrapped up a four night run in Las Vegas at our home away from home, The Orleans Hotel. The Orleans, as far as I know, is the only major hotel that’s situated off the Vegas Strip. It’s the last stop for the shuttle from the airport, but it’s also pleasantly situated a short distance away from the gridlock that has become Las Vegas Blvd. To a tourist arriving here from another country, I would imagine that Las Vegas represents the essence of American excess, ambition, and entrepreneurship. Whatever it is you’re looking for, it’s here in abundance 24/7. Too bad I’m not much of a gambler. Then again, maybe just as well. With all the free time we have, I could do an awful lot of damage.
After dropping $20 at slots and $30 at blackjack -- big spender huh? -- I had my fill. I heard one of our guys left here over $400 heavier at the kraps table. Nice to see one of the band doing well.

Right now, we’re on a bus headed for Pala, CA; a town near San Diego. It’s another casino, probably similar to the one we were at in Canada. I like casinos. You’ve got  all your needs and wants either a phone call or an elevator ride away. Now if they could just install a button on the room phone that says “Girlfriend”.

For a while, I’ve been looking to buy a ring for my left hand so that I would have a sparkly thing on my fingers that would catch the light when I play. Well, in the gift shop in The Orleans, I found just what I was looking for! They had a nice selection of just the kind of stuff that would make Sammy Davis Jr. proud. I bought a gold (well, gold-colored) ring with a face that had a blue stone surrounded by diamonds (or, diamond-like material). For $14 I had all the bling I needed. Now, as my fingers travel up & down the neck of my bass, the crowd is treated to a fabulous light show! I think Engelbert’s jealous.

On a personal note, I had the pleasure of having my Dad & his lady friend here for all four nights of the show. I regret not spending more time together, but I think he enjoyed himself and he caught the show at a time when we seem to really be in a groove.

Patch, our multi-talented percussionist (and my Dad’s favorite), had his family with him for a couple days; his wife and daughter. With such a lovely family, I can see why he’s always smiling!

On that note, I will sign off feeling very fortunate to have such a fulfilling life. In the months to come, I will have much more to write about in that area. Stay tuned!

Until next time...
--Adam

Photos: Europe 2005

Hi Music Fans,

This is a seperate entry just for photos from the European leg of the tour. Haven't taken the time to label each one yet, but I'll get on it soon so you can put names to the faces (and places!).

Your friendly neighborhood bassist,
--Adam

Go Pelicans!

4/21, 11am: Greetings from Canada! We’re here in Rama, Ontario, at Casino Rama, just an hour or so from Toronto. The casino & hotel is on a lake and has a mountain lodge/Indian motif that is in keeping with the picturesque setting in which it is situated. I’ve got a beautiful room here replete with fireplace, sitting area, large glass-enclosed shower, and a nice big bed. Of course, no casino experience would be complete without the requisite buffet and they’ve got it! It may please those close to me that, while I continue to make several trips (no true buffet-lover can do any less!), I’m coming back with smaller portions. I read an article a few days ago about why French women are so skinny. The reason?...they eat what they want but in smaller portions than us Americans. Makes sense.

Monday, back in Myrtle Beach - where we spent the better portion of last week - Jeff and I took in a minor league baseball game. It was the Myrtle Beach Pelicans versus the Winstom-Salem Warthogs. The Pelicans are a Class A affiliate of the Braves and The Warthogs are a Class A affiliate of the White Sox. For $8.50 each, we had two box seats just a couple rows back from the 1st base dugout. It was fantastic! When you’re that close, you really get a sense of how fast the action is when there’s a ball in play. First of all, the pitches look like they’re being shot out of a cannon. The balls coming off the bats seem even faster! Jeff & I were in foul-tip territory, so we definitely had to pay attention. A few went in our general direction - one lady got cllipped and required minor medical attention - but all we got our hands on were the many hot dogs and peanuts we consumed. Final score?...Warthogs 4, Pelicans 1. So, as we exited the stadium along with our fellow forlorn Pelican fans, we hit the pro shop for souveniers and tucked away a memorable & enjoyable evening in Myrtle Beach.

Musically speaking, I would say that things have settled into a nice groove. The band is in fine form and spirits are high among all concerned. My bass is showing some small signs of the wear & tear of so much travelling and, while it still plays & sounds great, I’m wondering - after almost 15 years - if another one is in order to share the load. It would be tragic if something happened and I had nothing to fall back on. Sometimes, though it’s rare, the airline will not let me take it as a carry-on. I’ve seen the way some of these baggage-handlers toss it around andit makes me cringe every time. Thank goodness I spent the extra money and got a good case!

That’s all for now. We’ve got two more here in Canada, then a show in Connecticut, and home! It’s been a most enjoyable trip and I’m looking forward to Vegas and Atlantic City in May.

Stay tuned music fans!
--Adam

Ahhh, Florida! Brrr, South Carolina!!

4/15, 3:23pm: Just finished lunch - a delicious turkey wrap w/ fries (Beth loves when I go into detail
about my food) - and decided it was time to update the old journal. Right now we’re in Myrtle Beach, S. Carolina where, I must say, it’s beautiful but rather windy & cold. However, the sun is out and as soon as I finish this I’m going to take a walk to the health club and hit the weight room. I can finally move without my skin feeling like it’s being rubbed with sandpaper (more on that later).

We kicked off a week in Florida at West Palm Beach where it was incredibly warm, sunny, and quite tropical (as you might expect). Had a good show and then took off for Naples. Naples is Florida’s version of Beverly Hills but near the beach and without the plastic surgery. We stayed at a luxurious hotel called The Inn on Fifth where the sliding glass door in my room opened up to a lovely courtyard & pool. Yup, I could literally take 10 steps and be basking in the sunshine next to a perfectly heated pool. I don’t know about you, but I like it when the water is around 78 degrees; just cool enough to cool you down, but not so cold as to cause shrinkage.

Anyhow, first day there I laid out by the pool to get some sun & fun. I don’t know, it must’ve been around 2pm; had a mag, my shades, and some lotion. A slight breeze was blowing from the southwest (actually, i don’t know where it was blowing from or if there even was a breeze, but it sounds good doesn’t it?) and all the pieces were in place for a slice of paradise. Fast forward to 2 hours later. I’m in my room, red as a tomato and wondering where the time went. Oh boy did I get nailed! Plus, I was wearing my sunglasses the whole time (don’t want to get wrinkles around the eyes!) and so I had this reverse raccoon look going on for the next 4 days. Oh, and did I mention it hurt like hell? Aside from that, Naples was great.

Where next? Clearwater! Not the beauty of Naples, but equally great weather and, thankfully, places to eat after 10pm as well as a decent-sized mall within walking distance from the hotel. I had left my cellphone charger in a previous hotel room and was grateful to find a Radio Shack where I could by another.

In Clearwater we had truly one of the best shows ever. Not only did the band sound great, but Humpy was clearly enjoying himself. I noticed he was having fun with the music; playing around with the melodies a little bit and even throwing in alittle scat here & there. (FYI: “Scatting” is a term for vocal improvisation). Also noticeable was his inclusion of some very funny and perfectly timed jokes I had not heard before. When he gave Jeff (our MD) a high-five as he exited the stage, I knew we had hit one out of the park.

And so, as I sit here in the comfort of my room in the Hilton Resort in Myrtle Beach, SC, I contemplate - among other things - how perfectly I trimmed my goatee this morning, how fortunate I am to know the love of a terrific woman, how grateful I am to be doing something I love in such beautiful surroundings (no...not napping!), and to have my Dad - whom I love - happy and healthy and continuing to win at poker.

Until next time...
--Adam

Raising the curtain in Arkansas

4/5, 10:47pm: Hi music fans! I write this from my hotel room in Arkansas; Fayetteville, Arkansas, to be exact. We’ve kicked off another leg of the tour and despite what was a grueling 5 weeks in Europe, I was looking forward to seeing everyone and doing the show again.

Yesterday, JD (piano), Jeff (MD), and I flew out of LAX together for Arkansas via Cincinnatti. I arrived early Monday morning at LAX at 7am for my 8:30 flight to be confronted by; not one, not two, but three different (and long!) lines before boarding my flight. I have come to the conclusion that there is no longer such a thing as being too early for a plane. Think you can waltz in 30 minutes before boarding that quickie to Phoenix? Forget it! Those days are over. We should bomb the shit out of...I don’t know...somebody, just for forcing us to go through this song & dance now. Oh how I long for the days when you’d walk through the terminal in your suit & tie, fedora tilted to the side, and mosey out onto the tarmac where the prop job and a pretty lady in a crisp stewardess uniform would be waiting. Ah, how I miss those days.  <cue “As Time Goes By”>  Wait a minute, I wasn’t even born yet! In any event, I do recall at least a slightly simpler time when people weren’t so scared. I wonder if we can ever regain that trust & peace of mind.

So, we had a show tonight at the Walton Performing Arts Center. Now, a quick note about the name “Walton”. It’s the last name of Sam Walton who is the founder of the store we have come to know and love as Wal-Mart. Yup folks, I’m here at ground-zero of one the great American retail success stories. Will I trade in my burgundy turtleneck for a blue vest & name tag? Only time will tell. For now, I still have a gig.

Anyhow, tonight’s show went beautifully. We have a couple of new faces in the band and they not only nailed it, but they brought in a fresh element to the overall sound as well. I look forward to getting to know and working with our new drummer and backup singer as they are both friendly & talented people.

So, with what seems like a band of refreshed and newly exuberant musicians, I am optimistic about the weeks ahead.

And Mr. Walton, just in case, I wear a large.

Until next time...
--Adam

I love Paris in the Springtime

3/21, 11:27pm: Well folks, we made it! Closed out the European tour in grand style at Olympia Hall in Paris. I am not exaggerating when I say it was one of the best - if not the best - shows we played. E-Hump had not played Paris in 14 years and the turnout, as well as the response to every song, showed it. I think it must’ve given me a boost as I played my best solo of the tour too. It was just like it must’ve been in the old days with women rushing the stage and security guys literally lifting them up and ushering them back into the crowd. Unbelieveable! Someone even rushed me and then when she got close, I realized it was the gal from the front desk at the hotel saying I hadn’t paid my bill.

Had the day off yesterday to explore Paris and took in two of it’s most notable attractions; The Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower. There’s even a version of the Statue of Liberty here, but with armpit hair.

Anyhow, Paris lived up to and exceeded everything I imagined it to be. There’s just too much to see & do to do it justice in one day. I must...no, I will!...return to this beautiful city someday.

Music fans, this is it for a couple of weeks. We kick off again in April in the good ol’ USA. Until then, stay tuned and I shall return.

I remain, your friendly neighborhood bassist.
--Adam

Aunt Twerp

3/19, 10:51pm: Played the something-something blah-blah-blah Hall in Antwerp tonight. Fun, fun, fun! The band played like the intensity knob had been turned up just a notch; firey, but not reckless. Interesting audience. They were nuts about the music but, either because of the language barrier or comedy is appreciated about as much as a Snickers bar around here, the jokes fell flat. No problem. In three days I’ll be back in the good ol’ USA where the food is good, the cars are big, and you can see the air you breath.

Tomorrow we leave for Paris. I should have most of the day, once we arrive, to explore a bit.  Top of my list, even though it’s so “touristy”, is a visit to the Eiffel Tower. After that, I look forward to sampling the local food and the anti-Amercanism.

We’re at a really nice hotel in Antwerp that, unlike most of the hotels in the UK, actually has bathroom facilities from the 21st century. In other words, a decent shower and a sink with one faucet with hot & cold controls together; not the pre-WWII setup with one on each side. Either you’re shocked into a coma by the cold faucet or you burn the shit out of your hand with the hot one. No wonder everyone in that country walks around with a miserable look on their face. Well, that and the fact you can’t get a decent sandwich.

Anyhow, they also have a nice gym here which I availed myself of earlier this afternoon. I got in a good workout so I’m going to allow myself a few drinks in the bar with the guys. What the hell, we’ve got the day off tomorrow anyway.

Folks, this will be my next-to-last entry for the European tour. I’ll probably have something to report on Paris and perhaps the journey home and then that’s it. Of course, there’s much more to come and write about as we hit the States, Asia, and - much later - Germany. But for now, I want to say how much I appreciate those who took the time to read my words, take in my thoughts, and share my experiences. I’ve tried to be sincere. I’ve tried to be informative. And, even in my criticism, I’ve tried to inject a little levity. I hope you found the humor in it and recognized that it was rarely, if ever, mean-spirited. Perhaps, through me, you’ll find the desire to visit other places in the world, learn to appreciate them for their own uniqueness, and ultimately, recognize as I have, what a great country - flaws & all - we truly have.

Until next time...

--Adam

On the Road Again...

3/18, 8:20am: Played the final show of the UK tour last night. It was Engelbert’s hometown of Leicester. As expected, he was embraced by the audience like a son returning home. We’ve added some new tunes to the show that have provided a nice taste of past and a bit of the current wave as well. Overall, there’s a nice musical variety that I think would make just about any listener happy.

On a personal note, it’s been disappointing to observe the sound on stage morphing from what, for me, had become a live and vibrant entity, back into what I’ll call the “fish bowl” sound. Remember the old adage, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”? That doesn’t seem to apply here. The “drum aquarium” is back up, my headphones are back on, and my beloved monitor - with it’s warm, punchy bass tone - is gone. It really affects my ability to interact with the music around me, although, I wonder if it’s as much of an issue to anyone else.

I’ve decided to ask one of our band members if I could interview her and she’s graciously accepted. Lacey Sisco is one of our background vocalists and a warm, generous woman.

Where are you from?
I was born in Tampa, Florida and I currently reside in Nashville, Tennessee.

How long have you been with Engelbert?
Since August 2003.


<Don’t worry folks, it gets better.>


What’s your most memorable experience being on tour with Engelbert?
Getting a free pair of $1800 Jimmy Choo shoes and going to Malaysia.  

How did you get started in music?
My parents were both musical - My Mom played piano and my Dad played the trumpet.
When I was little, I began singing in church. In fact, when I was four, I would sing with this Little Orphan Annie contraption that had a battery-powered transmitter which allowed your voice to come through the radio. And I used to sing in front of the mirror acting out scenes from “Fiddler On The Roof”.

Were you ever in Fiddler On The Roof?
Yes. In fact, I did a lot of musicals, dinner theater and other things while in college. In Tampa there’s a company called the Musical Theater Project run by Ann Reinking who is known for her role as Grace in the movie version of “Annie”, was in “All That Jazz”, and was an original cast member of “Chicago”.  It was a great experience in that people come from all over the world to audition for what is essentially a summer workshop. Some great names in theater donate their talents and give master classes for the people who pass the audition. People like Bebe Neuwirth, Vanessa Willimas, Gregory Hiines, and Savion Glover. They offer a scholarship for who they deem the most promising musical theater artist, and I won! Yay! I’m a mean tapper.

How about your educational background?
I went to college at the University of Miami where I was a jazz vocal major. I actually started as a musical theater major but found the curriculum wasn’t challenging enough. So, one day I opened up the course book, closed my eyes, and put my finger down. It landed on Studio Music & Jazz Vocal Department. I learned about improvisation, how to write my own arrangements, singing jazz standards, and other things that helped me as a working musician. In fact, the reason I got the job with Engelbert was there was a girl in the department named Ariana Hall who went through the program with me. We were the only two who made it all the way through all four years! She was on the gig and the other girl quit, so she recommended me! So I packed my bags and in four days I was on the road! And the rest, as they say, is history.

What are your goals for the near future?
A while back I made a mental to-do list for myself and it basically had three things on it.
One, sing back-up for a famous person. Two, be in my own CMT video. Three, hear myself on the radio. And four, be a voice in a Disney cartoon.
I’d also someday like to be a session singer in Nashville and have a normal life and raise a family. Of course, being on stage and being an artist will always appeal to me.

Any final words?
I don’t know. I guess I’m ready to go home and be with my family, my boyfriend, and spend time with my puppy Layla. I just want to go grocery shopping for food that’s not fried, walk around, practice driving on the right side of the road, and be normal.

Well Lacey, I’ve enjoyed our little chat.
THANKS!

A Nice Surprise

3/15, 9am: Folks, England may be a cold, dreary, and sometimes depressing place, but I had my own personal slice of sunshine last Sunday night.

After what was a very low-key birthday for me on Saturday - punctuated by a nice card & cake from Bill our wardrobe man, and a sweet card & gift from Lacey - I settled into the mindset of business-as-usual as we head for the home stretch for the European tour.

I sat quietly in the catering area of the Hippodrome in Birmingham, waiting along with my bandmates & crew for our dinner. It’s a pleasant time where we can relax, talk, share a few laughs, and basically get loose before showtime. To my surprise, a gift bag full of cards was placed before me! I opened each one; the first being a card signed by everyone in the band & crew and with each wonderful sentiment my smile grew bigger. There was also a CD of the top hits of 1963 and a DVD containing news clips of the same year, both appropriately packaged with graphics & images of the time. The last card was a personal card from none other than the man himself wishing me a belated but happy birthday. Incredible! I was then treated to a warm rendition of “Happy Birthday” and gave a very brief speech (I’m sure to everyone’s delight) thanking everybody there for their thoughtfulness and telling them how much it meant to me. If that was all, it would have been enough to keep me walking on a cloud for the rest of the week. But no! During the band introduction spot in the show, Engelbert introduced me and then told the audience it was my birthday, prompting another singing of “Happy Birthday”, this time by Engelbert and the whole audience! It was really exciting and the whole thing was quite touching as well as an evening I’ll not forget.

I am grateful for the warmth and comraderie that pervades this organization. As I mentioned ealry on in my journal, the talent of everyone here is amazing, but not entirely unexpected. The fact that it has the feel of a large family is what makes it special and helps keep the blues away when you’re far away from home.

Today we go to Humpy’s for a party catered by his favorite Indian restaurant. I’m looking forward to a day with everyone together and nothing but good times to share. Then we hop on a bus for Eastbourne to make up an earlier show that was cancelled. We’re in the home stretch, but there will be plenty more to write about as both Belgium and Paris await.

Speaking of which, we watched the Paris Hilton video on the bus the other night. You know what?...big deal. My girlfriend smokes her.

That’s it for now folks!

Stay tuned,
--Adam  

3/12/05

3/12, 9:25am: Well folks, guess who, as of today, is a little older and, hopefully, a little wiser? Though I’m thousands of miles from home, my ever-thoughtful bandmates treated me to a rousing (as rousing can be at 1:30 in the morning) rendition of “Happy Birthday” whilst on our bus ride to Leicester after the show last night.

It was a long day yesterday as we left Nottingham (we had another great show there by the way) for Basingstoke at 10:30am, arrived at the venue at 3:30pm (just in time for soundcheck), did the show and then got right back on the bus at 11:30pm for a 4 hour ride to Leicester. We’re here at the Holiday Inn Leicetser where, after all that, they can’t get the phones to work. Lovely. (Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me...).

So, with a day off in front of me and on my birthday yet, I contemplate the days agenda. Part of me is, well, exhausted and happy to do absolutely nothing. Another part is saying “Do something you knucklehead!”. I’m sitting here watching some American TV discard called Relic Hunter  with Tia Carrera. She’s got a couple of treasures I’d like to discover.
Oy, I really need to get home.

Just to back up a bit, we played the Isle of Man a few days ago and I had a nice time at what was a beautiful change of scenery. Isle of Man is a smallish island - about 35x12 miles - off the coast of Liverpool. In addition tobeing the home of the famous tail-less Manx cat, it is also host to a world famous Grand Prix event as well as other motor sports. The countryside was beautiful and during the bus ride from the airport to our hotel we took in miles and miles of farmland stocked with mostly sheep and the cutest little lambs you ever saw. Add to that some of the nicest weather we’ve encountered so far and you’ve got a couple of days of what felt like a real vacation.

On that note, I’m going to peel myself off the bed and grab some breakfast. It’s either that or continue to avail myself of Tia Carrera’s, um, talents. (Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me!).

Off to breakfast!

Until next time,
--Adam

EH & Band rock Liverpool!

3/7: The last couple of days have been great! Last night, we played Liverpool
(that's right home of The Beatles - more on that later)
and had what could easily be our best show yet. Why? What are you asking me for?!
If I knew the answer to that, I'd play a great show every night! Seriously though,
I can attribute it to two significant changes. One, is a new stage setup that allowed for a
whole different perspective on how we all hear & see each other. Up until now, the drums
were always set up in the middle towards the rear of the stage and on a very high riser.
Additionally, there was always one of those clear plastic enlosures (there's a name for it but
I can't think of it) that isolated the sound of the drums so all you would get is whatever the
headphones would give you; little or no live sound at all (and what you did get
was always delayed by the enclosure). Anyhow, the horns are now where the drums used
to be and the drums are now stage left, to my left, on a shorter drum riser and sans the
"drum aquarium". What a difference! Second, over time, I had made some polite grumblings
about having to hear everything (particularly myself) through headphones and how nice it
would be to have a monitor for myself to pump the bass through. Lo & behold...
last night, there it was. I was treated to solid, floor-shaking bottom end for the first time
since we started the tour. Hallelulyah!
The whole band really responded to the new surroundings and Humpy, despite still feeling
the after-effects of the flu, seemed to have a skip in his step and a bigger-than-usual-smile
as well. We all fed off each other's good vibes and took the show to what I believe was
another level. Jeff - our MD, who I respect immensely - agreed that it was our best effort yet.


Before the show that day, Leo (guitar), Patch (percussion/vocals), and I took a trip to The Beatles Museum in Liverpool. It was a fantastic
exhibit located right on the Albert Docks near the waterfront. It was truly a multi-media experience with listening stations featuring commentary by
John Lennon's sister, George Martin, Allan-something (a former manager from the very early days), and Paul McCartney himself. There was a re-creation
of the famous Cavern Club in Liverpool where they honed their craft in the early 60's. There was plenty of video footage - much I hadn 't seen before - and
photographs to see. All in all, combined with touching memorials to both John & George, it affected me on several levels and I'm glad I went.


Liverpool, which I had imagined to be a smallish and somewhat rundown city will remain a favorite place for me.

Day-off today. Tomorrow...the something-something theater or hall or whatever (I can't keep track anymore) in the town of Douglas on the Isle of Man (where I am now)!  

Stay tuned music fans!
--Adam

Hello, Goodbye Manchester

3/5, 5:58am: I’m writing feeling hot (the radiator in my room is in overdrive) and slightly
hungover. The beer here is rated at 5% alcohol and I’m finding it doesn’t take more than 1 or 2 to hit me. I had three. Thank goodness - with my clock being so screwy - that I get sleepy before I can do any further damage.

Pertinent to all that is the fact that we have tomorrow (well, actually today now) off as we travel to Liverpool and, as we had kind of a ragged show last night, I wanted to get a little loose with a few fellows from the band. Felt good and we all agreed to let it go. I decided, as I’m sure my bandmates did, to make ammends at the next show.

We played a beautiful hall in Manchester. It’s the largest one we’ve played so far - over 2500 capacity - and Humpy, as he always seems to do, packed ‘em in. Though the effects of the flu were apparent, he dazzled the audience with his usual charm and I doubt anyone out there knew he was under the weather. A true professional.

Manchester is quite a city. I guess the equivalent in the US would be a city like Detroit or Pittsburgh. Very industrial, but with a strong younger presence of college students and musician/artist types. Also, they love their soccer here. Manchester United is a world- reknowned football club and they take it quite seriously. They also take their drinking quite seriously here. I’ve never seen so many people out in the street - until early hours of the AM - lit up and carousing about. It’s quite a thing to see & hear. Let’s just say they’re very vocal, though I can’t make much out of the bellowing. Though it seems to be mostly in good fun, the parade of intermittent police cars with sirens wailing gave me the impression that things can, and do, get ugly.

During the day, I enjoyed walking about the place. There’s a lot of energy and there was a pretty well-stocked music store down the street for me to explore. A bit more “blue-collar” than London, it offers the same urban experiences but with a different flavor. I like it here and would suggest both cities (London & Manchester), as well as Portsmouth, as destinations to anyone visiting England.

Got to chat with our sax player, John Michalak, in the dressing room yesterday during a lull in the proceedings. In addition to sharing a few laughs as we exchanged high school band memories, I found out he’s worked with an interesting and impressive list of showbiz personalities. Along with Engelbert, he’s worked with Julio Eglesias, KC & The Sunshine Band, and David Lee Roth. John hails from Florida and is a proud papa of a 2 year old boy. He’s also a nice guy and a good musician.

Guess that’s it for now folks. I understand Engelbert’s son, Brad Dorsey, with be singing a few tunes in some upcoing shows with us. I heard a demo of his on the bus the other day and it’s quite apparent the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. I look forward to playing with him.

Thanks for tuning in! Until next time...

--Adam

FYI

A little helpful information for those of you who are new to the site and want to see where it all started; you can view the earlier entries by clicking on the blue highlighted link entitled, you guessed it!, "VIEW OLDER ENTRIES". It's located at the top of the page.

Once there, there is a drop down menu that will allow you to choose the month you wish to go to. The entries go as far back as January '05.

Found out yesterday at soundcheck that Engelbert has the flu and is cancelling the next two shows. So, with bags and instrument in hand, it's off to Portsmouth for 3 days off! After that, it's gigs in Manchester, Leicester, other 'sters, 'hams, and 'bournes, then off to Belgium, Antwerp and Paris to close out this part of the tour.

During yet another early AM spent futzing about, I discovered the magic of "Garage Band"; a music writing/recording program that came installed on my iBook G4. It appears to have potential as a great practice tool. More on all that in my next entry.

I want to thank all of those who have enjoyed my humble little musings and for the positive feedback you have given me. It goes a long way towards encouraging me to continue.

Best wishes, and stay tuned!
--Adam

God Bless America

3/1, 9:37am: The Declaration of Independence stands as one of the greatest written documents of all time. However, our founding fathers - God bless them all - forgot to make one other proclamation. It should have read as follows: “...and we the people, being of sound mind and body, also would like to mention how tired we are of eating your greasy-ass English breakfast every day of the week. Would it kill ya to throw out a bowl of cereal now &then? How ‘bout some oatmeal or a bagel? We’re definitely running our own gig from now on. Thanks, but see ya later your Majesty.”

In honor of that unfortunate omission, and after having what could quite possibly be described as the most disgusting meal of my life, I am in my room sitting down  to a bowl of Cheerios. I can feel my arteries thanking me with every mouthful.

On a more pertinent note, there’s a rumour going ‘round that tonight’s show might be cancelled. Engelbert is feeling a bit under the weather. Max kindly offered to pinch hit but about half way through “Man Without Love” he began coughing uncontrollably. I said he should try it without the cigarette in his mouth, but the damage had already been done; he was out of the running.

I have some laundry in the sink and then it’s off with my book for some tea and relaxation in the hotel lounge. Ahh, life is good.

I love you all!
--Adam

A Spot of Tea

2/28: Woke up (well, I had already been up for a while) and took a look out my window around 6:40am to find...snow! With the seaside setting and the old-towne architecture it was quite beautiful & serene.

Pulled myself together with a flurry - several layers of clothing - and bounded outside to explore the town of Eastbourne. Within minutes I found the town center and looked for a place to grab some breakfast. I was angry at myself for lazily going for the hotel breakfasts and not venturing out more often. In addition to being much more expensive, eating in the hotel afforded me too much temptation to simply return to my room and go back to bed. Not this time!

Being that it was just past 7am, there wasn’t much open, but it did affiord me the chance to see what was around and let me get my bearings for a later excursion. Finally I came upon a little bakery that was open and serving breakfast. Perfect! I went inside and a friendly chap wearing an apron and a smile greeted me. They had a variety of choices and a pretty good selection of pastries. I had the tomato & egg breakfast which consisted of an egg, sliced fried tomatoes, a slice of bacon (different from the States in that it’s more like a slice of ham), and toast. Very nice. I also, upon the suggestion of the lovely Beth, decided to finally try the famous English tea. I was not disappointed. First they pour some milk in your cup and then the tea, which is already made in large quantities (as opposed to the individual tea bags we get at home) and comes out of what looked like a tap. A bit of sugar and it was a little cup of heaven! I finished everything off with another cup of tea and a pastry with maple, walnuts, and drizzled with chocolate.

Also on the agenda is a bit of practicing, relaxing with my book downstairs in the lobby near one of the huge bay windows, working out with my now-famous Aqua Bells, and another walk into town. Additionally, I reserve the option to take a nap at any time. I understand we’ll be going out for dinner to an Indian restaurant to celebrate Lacey’s (one of our singers) birthday. I’ll have the Tums on standby.

That’s it for now folks!

Stay tuned,
--Adam

A Wale of a Good Time!

2/27: So, we’ve conquered Wales! Two successful nights at two nice, modern venues (theater is an  important part of the culture here, more on that later), with rather enthusiastic crowds, and I have just one word for you; deddfwriaeth! Which means...
I really don’t know. I just glanced at one of the local touristy mags they place in hotel rooms wherever you go and searched for an interesting-looking word. But, in my very limited way, I have found Wales and it’s people to be rich in history and culture.

With cities, theaters, and shows beginning to become just a little bit of a blur, I have noticed one constant; people here value & enjoy their live theater. All the venues we’ve played - from very old to somewhat newer vintage - have shown that they are supported and attended heartily by their local communities. It’s quite a thing to exit theater after theater and see so many people waiting enthusiastically to greet me and say “nice show lad!”. Alright, so maybe they’re waiting to greet a certain legendary singer. Allow me a little dramatic license, okay?

Tomorrow we leave on yet another lengthy bus ride for an area on the other side of the country called Eastbourne; specifically, the city of East Sussex. We’ll have two days off there followed by a show at the Congress Theatre. I don’t mind the long rides so far as the bus is quite comfortable and my bandmates provide for pleasant & often interesting conversation. We have people from various parts of the US as well as other countires so it’s a fertile source of stories, points of view, and general conversation.
JD (our piano player ) & I - the lone L.A. representatives - have only our complaints about freeway traffic to share.

At the risk of dropping a bomb, I have to say I really dislike the food here. With my experiences thus far at various eating establishments and even though our wonderful cooks put together these fabulous dinners for us, it’s just not agreeing with me. Let’s just say dropping the kids off at the pool has been kind of a wild ride.

Finally, on an up note, I felt good about the way I played last night and how the bass is feeling in my hands. My lack of a healthy appetite combined with less frequent and intense workouts has affected the size of my upper body (or “man-mass”, as my gal likes to say).
I began to wonder if it affected the way the bass was hanging off my body - specifically my chest & shoulders. It did seem to be hanging a little lower, so, as an experiment, I shortened the strap one notch and found I liked the result. A minor adjustment, but effective.
I also noticed that the neck - perhaps through so much loading & unlaoding in planes, buses, and so forth - had become distinctly concave or bowed. A slight adjustment of the truss rod (a long threaded rod that runs the length of the neck underneath the fingerboard) got the strings back to a comfortable setting.

Well, that’s all for now music fans.

Stay tuned!
--Adam

Counting sheep...

2/24, 3:33am: Yes, it’s me again; your sleep-challenged bassist! It’s early morning in Cardiff, which is a city in Wales. There are also cities and towns here with names like Merthyr Tydfil, Pwllheli, Nr Aberstwyth, Nghymru, and Betwsycddconwy. In other words, someone around here needs to buy a vowel.

After a rather lengthy bus ride from London, we have a day off today. I’m anxious to get out and explore the city as it looked like a great place while we were driving through town to our hotel. It’s been bitterly cold - the first time it’s really affected me - but I’ll be prepared with several layers and my trusty scarf & gloves (which I got in Burbank at Sav-On and which I’ve been very grateful to have packed). Interestingly, there’s also a pool & jacuzzi here at our hotel; a couple of amenities I didn’t think I’d see here. I think I’ll take advantage of it later tonight and see if it helps me sleep.

I’m hoping to start including some brief interviews with members of the band & crew as they are not only all very good at what they do, but interesting and nice people as well.

On that note, I got to learn a little more about some of the guys on the bus ride yesterday. As most musicians need and want to do, many of the band members have projects (demos, albums, etc.) going on back home. I had the pleasure of listening to two excellent recordings; one with Leo Quintero, our guitarist, and the other with Phil Magallanes, our keyboardist. Leo’s was a self-produced album of mostly acoustic guitar and ensemble doing some original music and several modern adaptations from the classical guitar repertoire. The music & the playing was quite beautiful and I look forward to hearing the final product, as it’s still being completed. Phil’s contribution to the playlist was a soon-to-be-released live recording of Arturo Sandoval - the great Cuban trumpet player. Phil toured with Arturo up until taking the gig with Engelbert and I was anxious to hear him play in that setting. I was not disappointed. The music of Arturo Sandoval is not one for the timid as amazing technique and an endless flow of ideas abound from all involved. On his solos, Phil took one fantastic chorus after another, drawing from a seemingly bottomless well of ideas both rhythmic & melodic. Listening to both albums gave me a deeper appreciation for the talent of my colleagues. What a privilege to share the stage with them night after night!

You know what I’ve been missing lately? The omni-present hotel buffet! Maybe that’s why my clothes are hanging on me so loosely these days. However, there’s a breakfast buffet here and I plan to hit it with a vengeance. I have not been eating much as the food here is not particularly appetizing and when the caterers put out the food at the concert, I don’t seem to have an appetite. So, with my beard and my hair getting longer, and my body getting skinnier, I should present quite a sight when I return home. Beth will finally get the emaciated rock star look she seems to find so appealing.

To my friends & colleagues back in L.A. I just want to say I miss you and hope everyone is staying busy and making great music!

Stay tuned,
--Adam

The London Palladium

2/22: Played the famous London Palladium last night; an old and quite impressive concert hall that has been host to some of the most famous names in music. As I mentioned in one of my previous entries, this was a big gig for Engelbert as it was where it all began for him.
I know the band sensed how personal it was for Humpy and each member I’m sure tried to dig just a little deeper to make it better in their own way. Jeff Sturges (our musical director, for those of you just getting acquainted), again provided terrific arrangements to frame the tunes & Engelbert’s voice. I dare say I want to play well as much for him as I do Engelbert.

Now, about the show...

Did the audience love it? Yes. Did the band rise to the occasion? Yes. Was E-Hump magic, as always? Yes. Then why did I come away feeling less than satisfied? One reason I think is that the hype surrounding the whole thing created false expectations. It was, in the end and after the personal implications for Engelbert, no different than previous engagements. In fact, I thought the audience was quite tame compared to the other shows we’ve done. The other reason is that I believe a band loses it’s edge when it arrives at the gig 6 hours before showtime. Whether this is a logistical requirement or a matter of the proverbial dotting “i”s and crossing “t”s, I can only speculate. Nevertheless, it has been the standard operating prodedure sinced we’ve arrived and I can see the toll it’s taking.

It’s 4:24am and I managed to put in about 4 hours of sleep tonight (11pm - 2:20am) so I’m feeling pretty good. I may be getting closer to getting my inner clock readjusted. Having this journal to keep up has been fun and a great tool to help pass the time.

Tomorrow I understand we have about a 3-4 hour bus ride ahead of us with another show upon our arrival. I’m already looking forward to playing and seeing if I can improve on previous shows and bring just a little more to the table. Though there is little variation in the set list from night to night, I find I’m still uncovering new layers to the music. There’s also a band introduction number where everyone gets a brief solo spot. It’s a pumping old-style rock and roll number (think late 60’s/early 70’s Elvis) which, interestingly enough, has presented me with a challenge of doing something both creative & exciting during my solo. Tempo-wise, it’s too slow to go with the 8th-note pulse of the tune - it sounds like you’re just playing a dressed up bass line - and it’s almost (notice I emphasized “almost” - I never admit defeat!) too fast to double-time it (sixteenth notes). I’m finding a mixture of both approaches is most effective and striving to eventually get to being able to complete a nice little “painting” each time.

That’s it for now music fans!

Cheers,
--Adam    

More stuff...

2/21, 1:15am: This particular entry is purely self-indulgent. Once again, I cannot sleep. I finally fell asleep yesterday around 5am only to be awoken at 6:30am by the fire alarm, which had been accidentally tripped by one of the housekeepers. I again fell asleep until 5pm and now find myself in a similar quandary. I was able to pass the time last night by spending an hour or so in the hotel bar with a few people from the band, doing laundry in the sink of my room, working out (more on that in a moment), practicing, and looking at myself naked in the mirror.

The hotels in the UK are not the modern facilities we’re accustomed to in the States. Everything here is intended to maintain that old world charm. There are no fitness centers that I’ve come across, and Internet access has been spotty at best. I must say though, that the toilets here have quite a robust flush. I attribute that to old school efficiency as opposed to our conservation-conscious facilities back home.

With regard to the lack of the afformentioned fitness centers, I’ve managed to make do with some very ingenious equipment I purchased before I left for Europe. While on my flight back from Las Vegas a few weeks ago, I was perusing one of the magazines they stick in the pocket in front and saw an ad for a product called “Aqua Bells”. What they are is a pair of dumbbells that have a set of eight (4 for each dumbbell) plastic chambers that you inflate with water. When filled, you get about a 16lb dumbell. When they’re empty, they lie flat and are virtually weightless, thereby making them perfect for travel. The weight is very light for me, but I make up for it by doing a high amount of repetitions.

Tomorrow is the biggest show we’ll be doing in Europe; The London Palladium. I’ve been told there will be a high celebrity/royalty presence at the show and that, for Engelbert, this is where he really wants to impress. Therefore, I’ve reluctantly decided not to wear my pants with the cut-out backside.

On that note, I bid a goodnight.

--Adam

Glasgow, Blackpool by tour bus...

2/18: Greetings music lovers! As I write this, I’m sitting in the dressing room of the Church Street Opera House in Blackpool, England. It’s a rather antiquated place that I understand is one of the sites of some of Engelberts very first shows. Lots of history here as well as some fond memories for Humpy and his fans.

Last night was our one show in Scotland. We played a beautiful venue in Glasgow...The Royal Concert Hall. I have pictures of both these places and while they undoubtedly are decades apart, there is a certain charm to each one.

Though we only had two days there, Glasgow has so far become a favorite of mine. I had a chance to take a walk through downtown one afternoon and found the city, and the people, to be energizing. Surprisingly, though it was hovering around 48 degrees outside, I was enjoying the weather and the way it almost seemed to propel me through my walk. It was invigorating! There was an abundance of restaurants, shops, clubs, and businesses all housed in refreshingly older buildings that reflected a city with a long history & tradition. Such a nice change from the endless stream of mini-malls and chain stores at home.

One of our horn players, an English chap named Ash Horton (trombone), has just stopped in and I asked him about some of the gigs he’s had here in England. It looks like the American musical is well-represented here as Ash has been in the orchestra for Fosse, West Side Strory, Chicago, The Lion King, as well as work with Lorna Luft and a “Rat Pack” tribute show. Very nice, Ash!

Back to the show in Glasgow...the audience was simply the best we’ve had yet. They greeted Engelbert as if he were a conquering hero. The roar as he entered the stage was huge and I found it got me pumped up for the show. (A welcome boost since I found myself really dragging that day due to difficulty sleeping the night before).

Starting today, we’ll be travelling the rest of the tour in Europe via tour bus. It’s quite nice, with 15 or so sleeper beds, a downstairs & upstairs lounge - both equipped with TVs and video equipment - and two refrigerators. With the sleeping quarters being so closed in, I got a taste of what it must be like living on a submarine. I had to make sure I was just dreaming when I thought I heard Admiral Humperdinck yell “up periscope!”.

We have terrific cooks toruing with us and I hear dinner is being served. Gotta run! Tonight, Blackpool...tomorrow, London!

Stay tuned,
--Adam

Lucky Charms

2/15: Played our first gig of the European tour tonight; Waterfront Hall in Belfast. It was a beautiful facility right (as the name implies) on the waterfront. The band sounded good and, as usual, the audience knew all the old tunes and the laides were gushing over Humpy.
We’re carrying three horn players from England for this part of the tour and they’re doing a great job. Nice chaps too. (Dig how I said “chaps”? It’s already rubbing off on me!)

Got back to the hotel room and found myself extremely hungry. Much to my dismay, all the restaurants in the hotel were closed. I asked someone if there were any late-night eateries in the area and he told me about a pizza place just down the street from the hotel. Now, the concept of Irish pizza was a bit difficult to wrap my brain around, but I was hungry and so off I went. Well folks, I’m here to tell ya, when you visit Ireland, don’t order the pizza. I know they put pepperoni on it but the flavorless dime-sized pieces on my pizza vaguely resembled what we get in the US. Nevertheless, it filled me up and I’ll make up for it by hitting the breakfast buffet (yup, another buffet!) tomorrow morning.

That’s all for now. Tomorrow we head for Glasgow, Scotland.

Stay tuned!
--Adam

"'Cause I'm Leavin' On A Jet Plane"

2/13: On my flight to Europe and thinking about the week I spent back home. We’ve been in the air for about 5 hours and, with my new iBook & iPod in hand, I feel the time simply flying by (pardon the pun). Haven’t flown British Airways before and I must say, the service
and amenities are excellent. It’s a newer 747, so we’ve got all the bells and whistles; ergonomically designed seats, personal video screens, 18 channels of TV & movies, an exercise channel (I kid you not!) - there is indeed a Kiana of the friendly skies (for those of you uninitiated into the world of very late-night programming, she hosted an exercise show on ESPN2 that would air at 4am or something like that and provide something akin to a soft-core porn exercise video) - anyhow, haven’t yet tried the in-seat leg-lifts and head-turns.

My week at home?...terrific! It was good to see some old friends and to do some very satisfying playing. I also had the joy of spending time with my beautiful Beth and my father, Irwin, who left Vegas just a tad lighter in the pockets. As he boarded his flight home, I understand he was heard to mutter “Vegas, I’ll lick you yet!”.

Played a fun gig at La Ve Lee (jazz club in Studio City, CA) with my good friend Dave Hill’s band. It’s been so nice to see him develop as a leader and composer and to be a part of his musical vision. His tunes are strong on melody - a big plus in my book - and are fun to play. I have to admit, I was concerned about whether or not my chops - mentally & techincally - were up for the gig! I’m the kind of player that needs the stimulation of varied musical challenges to keep me sharp. Sitting in the woodshed (practice room, for those of my non-musician readers) just doesn’t completely get it done. My fears were only partially realized as I could feel my musical instincts were a little slow to react. Hell, maybe, depending upon who you talk to, that was a good thing. In the end, I guess you just have to be yourself and hope you’re serving the music along the way.

Had the occasion to pull the upright out before I hit the road. Played a nice trio gig at the Jonathan Club in downtown with Sharon Cline - vocals and Theo Saunders - piano. Sharon is a lovely singer of songs who I met last summer and have had the pleasure working many gigs with ever since. Her repertoire cuts riight down the middle of the good old jazz standards songbook...very satisfying. Theo Saunders is an exceptional pianist who I’ve known about and seen on the local scene for many years, but with whom I’ve never had the pleasure of working. It was an extremely enjoyable gig and I could feel my acoustic chops begin to come back towards the end of the night. I’m going to miss my large low-end companion (no, not you Beth) while I’m gone!

The week was completed with a couple of very productive mixing sessions formy upcoming album. Billy Hulting - assistant producer & engineer - has been invaluable as a second set of ears and as a dear friend.

Well, there’s a movie starting and I think I’ll take one in.

Next stop...Ireland!

Stay tuned,
--Adam