geronimo’s 1st slang church gig // sit back and enjoy the rock & roll // hope you kinda feel like you were there
Another Slang Church Production. Another round of breakfast served. This was the first show they put me on solo as we continued working on the EP in the basement. These tunes were still relatively fresh and I was still searching for the sound. But these bands I played with, who were a lot more polished and developed and in sync than I was/we were at the time, were so kind and awesome and supportive and they went on to be some of my favorite sources of inspiration to this day. This was a perfect environment to share them with.
It was March 2018. I was a year in at CoopHau5. A year into pounding the pavement at a job that sucked. My saving grace was that I was making a lot of music. I remember it being a pretty shitty and stressful and scattered week. I was really looking forward to this show to take my mind off things. But before I could do that, Dom’s tank needed to be cleaned. It was weighing on my head. Gotta take care of my guy. I muscled it out and I instantly felt better. I’d earned my ticket to the show.
Storyville surprisingly was only like 4 blocks from my house so I just walked and carried my gear: my guitar; my practice-peavy, and my backpack full of toys. I had never been. Billy and Colin had set it all up but they were out of town. I didn’t know anybody there. So I scoped and prowled up and down the block for a few minutes trying to figure it out. I felt like a noob. I was a noob. Then somebody walked out to grab some gear. I figured it had to be the place and they let me in.
We were shown to the “stage.” Wasn’t much else inside but a drum set, some mood lighting, and a bunch of mattresses to dampen the sound for the neighbors. Once the door was closed it was closed. A room of people sitting on the floor, standing in the corner. Bands sharing music with each other and a handful of our friends. My 5 or 6 song set was definitely the most unplugged. The others all had full bands and big rockin sounds that exploded off the walls of the tiny room. I was nervous but it was a warm atmosphere.
I’ll admit that I’m bloody hipster enough to dream up my own genres: Acoustafunk Folkabilly. FunkSoul Rock&Roll. Whatever “vibes,” lol. Gotta give Billy credit for Sensual Camping Jamz though. It’s become a Geronimo staple. One of the many hats of which I’ve since acquired a few. But deep down these are the roots. And deep down it’ll always be there. Met some cool people that night and a few good friends and coworkers showed up to hang out. After the videos and the color commentary, hope you felt a little like you were there. It was a radical time.