I was there to ride the train up into the Redwood Forests that surround the park and to at last say that I had been to Roaring Camp. The people there really try to stick to the theme of post-civil war train stations. The employees all dress like train engineers and my mom asked the man at the front desk about the tickets she ordered online and he cracked a joke about there being no computers in the 1880s.
Bluegrass string quartet, MilkDrive, pluck their way to Santa Cruz
In the distant past, under the red-hot Idaho summer sun, three burgeoning boys unknowingly awaited their destiny. Following an afternoon garage jam session, guitarist Noah Jeffries, mandolin player Dennis Ludiker and fiddler Brian Beken stood on a dusty street corner, just down the road from a dairy. The only shade from the unrelenting rays was a lowly street sign, aptly titled: Milk Drive.
Young guns, The Congress, refine a classic southern sound
When you think of the word Congress, what often comes to mind, is a collection of politicians meeting a few times a year to pass legislation that no one can agree upon. Instead, imagine a group of musicians, each influenced by their own political agendas, but agreeing on one thing all the time: rock ‘n’ roll. Meet The Congress, a fresh foursome from Denver, Colo. with a southern twang.
In the early days, the guitar duo—formed by long-time friends Scott Lane and vocalist Jonathan Meadows of Richmond, Va.—were "running an open mic and writing together. And that's kinda how it all started,” remembers Lane. Eventually they got into the studios, "took the tunes we had written and the people that were around us at the time, and just had fun with it."
Will Bernard Trio explores new soul-jazz territory this week at Kuumbwa
After a long trek around Europe, Will Bernard is looking forward to moving back to California for a while and stopping by one of his favorite venues, Kuumbwa Jazz, on Thursday. It seems the group he’ll be playing with, which he describes as a “classic trio format,” is one of his favorites, too—heck, he named the band after it. “You can get a lot of sound out of a three-piece organ trio,” he says.
When asked to define the Will Bernard Trio’s genre, he guessed, “People tell me we’re mostly soul-jazz.” But of course, he’s not ready to pigeonhole his sound. “It’s not like classic soul-jazz, we kinda stretch the boundaries a lot … Simon Lott is [our] drummer from New Orleans who plays a lot of different styles, free jazz and electronica. So he’s always bringing in some more music.”
To further break the mold of conventional soul-jazz, Bernard says he likes “to use more sound effects on [his] guitar.” Sometimes, that means he just wants to get in your face with effects. His secret? “Octave fuzz, like Jimi Hendrix used to use.” An unusual choice for the typical jazz guitarist, but it works none the less. “You can get a lot of different tones out of it,” he says.
It's a sad, sad time in the life of a huge DC nerd like myself when I'm more excited about movies based on Marvel characters than the Green Lantern flick which is opening this weekend. But the reason is simple: I really can't stand the casting. Now, Chris Evans as Captain America = me standing in line for a ticket. Michael Fassbender as Magneto = me seriously considering starting an online petition to get MGM to ditch Daniel Craig and cast the dude as the next James Bond. But Ryan Reynolds as the Green Lantern? Ugh. No thanks.
I just had to ask: are those prescription glasses you two wear?
They are, according to guitarist and eldest brother Paul DeGeorge, who represents Harry Potter in his seventh year at Hogwarts, while his younger brother and drummer Joe plays the role of Harry as a fourth-year. The glasses they wore when the two first began touring are “long destroyed” though, Paul admits, “we rock pretty hard.”
Now going on for six years, the Capitola Rod and Custom Classic has become a staple of car shows during the summer. And why not? The Capitola Village is a prime location for such an event. The small shops, the beach, and Margaritaville create the perfect environment. Walking down street after street of cars, the sun shining off the chrome, it’s hard not to love what you see.
But what you can’t see is the thick feeling of nostalgia that’s around. The people hanging around their cars are talking about cars, about being in cars, about hanging out with their friends when they were young, when it was better than today. It’s different for me, since I don’t have that true nostalgia, but what we do share is a true love for cars. And you can see that from the people who come down and walk around and look. Whether or not they’re experts, they know a nice car when they see one. They don’t make cars like they used to.