We the please, please me are still riding the high of Folk Alliance,
where we spend the last four days (nights really) crammed into Memphis's
downtown Marriott w/ 1,000 other musicians. No one leaves, except maybe
to grab soul food down the street.....
Then you're right back in it.
Every
half hour from 2pm-3am, in nearly EVERY ROOM on the top three floors,
people are showcasing. There's enough acoustic guitars to arm a small
nation.
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Bearded man giving us a concertina lesson in hotel lobby |
Completely surreal.
We
went in wanting to blow people away with a perfect set. Though we're
not really an acoustic band & we were winging it on without sound
effects, playing on instruments we built just for the event.
We
quickly realized we were surrounded by talent -- in some cases greater
or lesser than our own. But in nearly all cases, different &
inspiring.
You're crazy if you think, in a place w/ so many
musicians, you can get attention just by making noise. So we made
friends. We made cinnamon toast in the hotel bedroom & passed it to
hungry musicians in the hallways.
And what we really did was JAM.
That's right, for an amazing moment in time, the Please, Please Me was a
jam band. I felt like a kid learning jazz all over again...
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Austin's Ghosts Along the Brazos |
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Chloe, Sam & Aly of the Sweetness |
We
finally gave ourselves permission to let go of perfection, not think
about how anything was supposed to be played... but JUST PLAY. That's
the beauty of playing music that hasn't been written down, hell that
hasn't even been written yet.
Members of the Belleville Outfit,
Cumberland Collective, Caleb Hawley, Tim Easton, Stone by Stone, the
Memphis Dawls.... they didn't give a shit who we were so long as there
was an empty chair or inch of floor, a guitar & whiskey bottle going
around.
Stay tuned... because I've come home with a shitload of
good music & memories. And I'm dying to share some of my favorites
with you.
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The mini-kit Agustin built for Folk Alliance |
Memphis is, afterall, the land of soul.
A mini-New Orleans in its own funky way.
xoxo
~jessie, alissa, agustin
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