In a message dated 99-04-13 15:46:25 EDT, you write:
<< Hi--
I'm a like-minded New Yorker who lurks in Digest mode
(thus the late reply). I have sometimes had to descend
to treating my friends to twang-type shows just to have
someone to go hear live music with; usually I give up and
go alone. Since I live in the Bronx and have to get
myself back up there on public transportation after the
show, this position has its drawbacks. But sad as it is,
has its moments; I will always treasure the memory of the
looks of pure horror on the faces of a group of friends
when I asked if anyone wanted to go hear Ricky Skaggs.
Anyway, can I join the gang for Kelly Willis, too? I
would love to meet some people who don't always ask
"who?" when I mention the music I listen to.
Nina Melechen
>>
Also, for both of you, there's lots of great home grown twang going on in New
York City. Well, home grown sort of, lots of misplaced msucians who get
together and twnag hard.
THere's Greg Garing's Alphabet City Opry on Monday nights at 9C, corner of
9th and Ave. C, featuring all kinds of wonderful honky tonk and bluegrass,
with Buddy Woodward of the Ghost Rockets holding down sock guitar, and banjo
when opportunity calls, and lots of amazing guests. Greg Garing sings his ass
off.
If either of you lean towards the bluegrass end of the spectrum there are
lots of great jams going on, and a lot of the people who hang at those scenes
also love twang, the best is probably at Jack Dempsey's on Wednesday nights.
Any night at the Lakeside is cool. Even if you just hang out and get your
pictures taken in the photobooth.
There's the bluegrass jam at 9C on Sundays, and I play there the first and
third Tuesday of every month, and it's a whole night of Twang, with lots of
guests started to pop of the woodwork. People really come to hang until all
hours and there's nobody who wouldn't love to spin another few Johnny Cash or
Loretta Lynn tunes on the jukebox at any given moment.
Elena Skye
