Hello my friends (in the voice of McCain),
My friends, the conceit I’m employing for the purposes of this email is the voice of an old senator from Arizona.
My friends, now is not the time to be ignoring proven rock and rollers like me. Now is not the time to jump so go see some young band with a myspace page and a self-released project down at Great Scott’s. That band, they are very likely Socialists with a capital “S,” sharing a stage, a van, a joint, and sharing God knows what or whom else (who or whom? I’m a plain speakin’ sonfabitch, you know that. I don’t trust “words” anyhow), pooling their money from CD sales to buy COMMUNAL breakfasts, palling around with radicals in Motel 8s.
No, my friends, we need a trusted rocker, a “Dad Rocker,” one playing sturdy, proven classic rock songs, songs you know, even some “new wave” songs — I’m open to some “new wave” songs — good songs played by a proven artist, one who has reached across the musical aisle to shake the hands of and work with metallic dudes, hip hop kids, mean bouncers, sleazy record execs, dubious journalists, surly hotel managers, even jazzbos from Berklee. A rocker who can, yes, be considered a maverick. I’ve been called that. I am also not going to shrink away from my time as someone who has fought for this music, for the art, for your enjoyment. Yes, I watched as others less proven than I — less deserving then I — went on to stardom because they looked good on magazine covers with a good expensive haircut. But I’m a maverick. I never got that haircut, even when it was a proven way to stardom. And now I have a comb-over to hide my receding hairline. And, while I have chosen band members because of their looks over their lack of ability, Tom can still play drums very well. Sure, he won “Cute Drummer Alert” from Sassy magazine in the early ’90s, but the fella also knew his stuff. He once was once embarrassed by that title, as I was with “maverick.” But now, god knows he would love to have that title back. And, sure, that was the only month that magazine deviated from the usual “Cute Band Alert”. They just could not find it in themselves to charitably extend that honor to the other 2/3 of the band. And that was when we were young, fresh-faced, etc. We had the world as our oyster, friends. We did not let it crush our spirit. No, we soldiered on. Good soldiers. Yes, we soldiered on for the good of the indie rock world. I don’t want to say we sacrificed so you could listen in freedom. I do want to say it. But I will not.
Where was I, my friends? Ah yes…friends, I am here to ask for your vote, your vote of confidence. I need your support this Thursday, October 30, Halloween Eve. I need you to vote with your feet and your wallets. I need your presence at my last night at the Lizard Lounge. It could be the last note of music I ever play. I’m not saying it will be. But it might be. And if it is, you will only have yourself to blame for not being their to hear it. It might be a G sharp, which I rarely play. I have made a career of avoiding G sharp. But as the last note I ever play? Might be a G sharp.
But, my friends, I do not expect a G sharp to be the only reason you get off the comfy sofa-with-a-secret that you got for free in some Jordan’s Furniture World Series promotion. No, my friends, I will have other reasons for you to come out. One is that none other than my longtime friend and political foe, Chris Colbourn has promised to be there to play a few numbers. Sassy drummer sadly can not make it that night. But we will do a Buffalo Tom song or two. Some covers. Etc.
And who else? What, Cobes is not enough? I know he is for you, my friends. But we will also have prodigal drummer back from Hollywood, Tom Polce, of Crown Victoria sitting in a song or two, Matt Pynn on pedal steel, Sean Staples on mandolin, and the proven lineup of experts and mavericks, Matty Tahaney on bass and vocals, Billy “three nights in a row, 5 weeks in a row” Beard on skins, and my longtime pal and supporter, Phillies Phil Aiken on the piano and organ. And, if we are all lucky, I will have the warm support of my family, always there behind me, friends. Last week saw the presence and contributions of 3 other Janovitz brothers and, with the mercy of the Lord, they will again be there to sing some songs.
My friends, don’t let it all go to waste. You and I can get this music scene back on track.