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Message from Gary Lucas to the Mailing List
April 30, 1995
Hey you guys—what can I say but here I am online, dragged kicking
and screaming into the ether (and I don't even own a computer). But
to facilitate/stimulate electronic colloquy vis a vis my chequered
career, I've turned this discussion group into the more than capable
hands of my friend Tanya Weiman (who got me hooked in the first
place), but promise to make intermittent Hitchcockian cameo
appearances.
First off I want to state that the reason I'm still doing this, this
highwire act without a safety net called music, is _you_, dear
friends. Since turning pro in 1990, the year in which I shucked the
shackles of a deadening day job to wing it full time solo and with
Gods and Monsters (and with no visible means of support), your
enthusiasm for my work/playing output is what has sustained me over
the last 5 years and is the reason why I'm still out there doing it
to death against the odds/discouraging words/advice of professional
naysayers. Simply put, I love to turn you on!
My greatest thrill is for someone to stop me after a gig and say that
yeah, he or she was in a shitty mood that night, didn't want to leave
the house, but took a flyer on coming to my show—and now they're
glad they did. This gets my missionary/social worker/thaumaturgic
juices going. And this has sustained me through the lowest periods of
threats of eviction, creditor lawsuits, career destruction, and
bodily harm. As my pal Peter Stampfel says, it sure is a funny world.
And yes, I'm happy to be in it playing for you the audience, the only
peer group that matters.
This year has been amazing so far—my latest album "Bad Boys of the
Arctic" is on over 220 radio stations in the U.S. and is charting in
the Top 10 in places like Boulder, Colorado, Tempe, Arizona and
farflung outposts like Homer, Alaska, even—places I've never
visited. It's garnering rave reviews as well, the latest being its
inclusion on a Top 10 Critics List of the Year in San Francisco's BAM
Magazine. Anyway, although I feel it is my best to date, the best is
yet to come, I guarantee you, from Gods and Monsters. And Peter and I
recently wrapped up an album of twisted children's songs which the
producer Mark Bingham is putting finishing touches on—it should be
out hopefully by the fall on the indie Gert Town label, the first
blast from the Du-Tels.
Gods and Monsters update:
Just returned from an 8-day action-packed tour of beautiful gorgeous
SICILY with mighty drummer Jonathan Kane (Jean Chaine just had
another blessed event and couldn't make it). This was a stripped
down, mean and lean version of G&M; that had the incredible ace bass
of the Godfather of our Italian posse, Fabio Lannino, to the fore.
What an incredible tour! Sunny, beautiful landscape, aquamarine sea
and volcanic mountains, ancient, spirit-haunted Old Country,
sumptuous food, and the warmest people, who took to clapping along to
our music in time, something I've never seen in the too cool northern
European circuit or the good ole USA.
Highlights included a tremendous opening gig at the regal Teatro
Crystal in Palermo, which garnered a rave review in Il
Mediterraneo, a hectic club date in the lush seaside town of Capo
D'Orlando in which the police were summoned twice to try and
(unsuccessfully) quell our lovely racket followed by the grateful
club owner opening up a local restaurant at 2am and preparing us the
most delicious pasta with eggplant and tomatoes—best meal in years
for me!
Another standout when we weren't slowly perambulating in the
intoxicating sunshine of Sicily was a visit underground to the dank
cloistered netherworld of the Capucin Caoacombs of Palermo, to stroll
in the necropolis amidst hundreds of mummified and skeletal remains
of priests, poets, painters (Velasquez is there), professionals and
children festooning the walls and bursting out of sarcophagi in the
raiments they were interred in—grotesquely beautiful, disquieting,
and unforgettable—very Gods and Monsters/Skeleton at the Feast
material.
And finally, I got to sit in as special guest with the Italian band
Triangle Music in the town square of Palermo on the 50th anniversary
celebration of the liberation from fascism—in front of the mayor of
Palermo, yet, and about 500 guests. What a fabulous evening it was—a
medieval setting, surrounded by gurgling fountains, gargoyles,
classical statuary, jamming my ass off with this really hip
aggregation who had crossed local Italian folk tunes, tangos and
other melodies of older origin with stomping contemporary
arrangements. Unfortunately we had to split the next day, but we made
many new friends and we are booked to return soon.