Frydee Ten East
The truth is I was going to end the week with some Yawning Man, because Gary Arce‘s guitar tone, though born and descriptive of the Californian desert, also matches the woods of Vermont better than I could have ever imagined, but I’m planning on reviewing their new album next week, and it wouldn’t do to repeat myself. As a substitute, enjoy the above track from Ten East, which is the formidable gathering of Arce, Mario Lalli, Brant Bjork and Bill Stinson.
It’s hot here, and buggy, but not as bad today as yesterday if you’re out of the sun, which, with the blinds down and my face buried deep in this laptop, I am as best I can be. I’ve already done more reading and writing here in the last day than I’d done all summer back home in the valley, so I feel good about that, despite feeling like I’m neglecting the site, which I am. I’ll try and establish a little more balance next week, I’m still kind of getting settled here.
Everything’s a process, in other words.
The Patient Mrs. and I are shortly to go see Predators, part because I’ve a weakness for the original and part because the theater is bound to have air conditioning, so I’ll wrap up here and say thanks for checking in. Next week I hope to have reviews of Blackwolfgoat, the aforementioned Yawning Man and Chicago‘s Geronimo!, among others, and I’ll put up my recent interview with Gozu‘s Marc Gaffney as well, so plenty of good things to come. Be safe and enjoy your weekend.
Tags: California, Ten East
