Here is but another false start in a series of false starts over the past 3 years. But FWIW, Gabe, Mingo and I will be jamming this Labor Day weekend, mainly for pleasure, but I guess the old adage “Never say never” applies here.

And to add to the recent “reunion” theme, I’ve also gotten in touch with our original guitarist Hank, which I’m sure those of you who attended our gigs at Old Town Pasadena will remember. Here’s a snapshot to jog your memory:

Domenico's 2002-04-19

Okay, so the search for a reliable bassist without an ego in the LA/OC area has proven to be a fruitless task.  My most recent encounter with another j*rkoff bassist who managed to take the fun out of jamming, while simultaneously offending me, the other guitarist, and drummer has inspired me to re-evaluate my goals.

Therefore, I’ve decided to just take on a guitarist to accompany me on gigs at local open mics, coffee shops, etc.—someone to work with on new material, covers, or whatever, just as long as we jell and, more importantly, start gigging again.  I’ve recently met with a voice coach and I’m curious to know how I’d perform without having to worry about strumming the guitar at the same time.  So where’s my Johnny Marr?  Any David Gavurins out there?  Please, someone, help pull me out of this funk!

That’s right.  I’ve decided to get off my proverbial arse and start gigging again.  And speaking of proverbs, I’m reminded that “the longest journey begins with the first misstep.”  But as my cousin once admonished me as he was teaching me how to serve a tennis ball a la Agassi, “Don’t hold back.  If you’re gonna fuck up, fuck up big!” 

Well, here’s to fucking up big.  In May, I will be playing my first gig in nearly two years.  Granted, it’s just a couple of sets of cover songs to be played at an OC backyard party, but the songs are vocally challenging–and those of you who’ve seen some of our shows in the past know that I am vocally challenged, so it may be a good fit.