Greg Kavna

NY Skyline and Weepin’ Over Women

The day after Christmas was the time to take off to NYC. The city that never…  It was quiet. I hit Chinatown and checked in at the old haunts. “It’s changed”, everyone says. It’s always changing. From the moment you get there you’re stepping in a river of life. So I kissed the girl goodbye and made my way to Nashville to catch up with Breck at his studio in the east side of the city. Nashville’s changing too. Brother Z is still slinging wings with the finest ribs in the world and the baristas are out in force now. The new dreamers are making the place their own. Late night lavender lattes is what’s happening after a gig now, mighty tasty. They’re making the life nice, spreading good vibes, looking after each other.

Breck made a few calls and Christine and Kyle called over for a studio session. They’d been playing together since college and they have a solid connection when it comes to rhythm. I had a few chords I liked and we strung together a backing track for a song that didn’t exist yet. That evening Breck introduced me to Fawn Larson’s voice. She’d sung on a couple of his tracks and I fell in love. The melancholic drunk that haunts my imagination came out to sing with her bartender alter-ego and they ripped it up in the bar with only one song on the jukebox. Breck spent the night manning the engine room and mixed it all just before I left for the airport to fly to Havana for Latin flavors and some warm weather. Fawn kindly dropped me to the airport and I haven’t seen her since.

Now I’m back in Dublin playing with the greatest band in the world, The Love Tailors, who’ve been keeping me in their psychedelic submarine for three years writing the soundtrack to a Sci-Fi movie that doesn’t exist yet… yet.

It sure was nice to get back to the old USA, visit the epicenter of American music and steal away with a song and a voice. If you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed making it then you’ll like it twice as much as you should.

Keep it Funktry y’all..

 

 

Comparisons… judgements… rulings….

Some people love the Eagles, some people fucking hate the Eagles… I think this cover of a Tom Waits song by the Eagles when compared with the original might establish the origins of that hatred. I’d love some comments on this for the craic like.

And while we’re in a comparing kind of mood have a listen to the two next tracks on this playlist, they’re in chronological order. What do you make of that?

Sunday Groove

Heard this track on the radio this morning.. still some good stations here in NYC

Jaysis it’s groovy…

Instruction for use:

1. Apply tune to air. (Use a large stereo if possible)

2. Stand up.

3. Close eyes.

4. Move in the way and only in the way that the music makes you feel.

5. Repeat the previous step.

Serving suggestion:-  ask someone you like sleeping with to join you. :)

 

 

Lloyd Cole

Had the incomparable pleasure of having a drink with Lloyd Cole last week after he sold out the city winery. We all got pissed up in the west village. My good mate Dave Derby was describing playing bass with King Cole in Brazil – playing Forest Fire for the first time as a forced fifth encore. The guitar solo blew his mind as it unfurled in front of him… it still blows me away and it will do the same to you.

Dave’s band Gramercy Arms also has excellent gems…

Duets

Been fascinated by the duet. I was lucky enough to bump into to Stacey Roca in the neighborhood and we started singing a few songs together. She’s avin a baby so it’s on hold for the moment but we got one track in the bag. Send all your best vibes to Stacey and her xmas baby coming soon…

…away in a manger….

 

 

 

Featured Artist On ReverbNation

I’m a featured artist on reverbnation this week which should ensure an xmas number 1 at least. Have a look around the site, lots of great artists.

 

 

 

Come See Me In My Tree

Two sweeeet nights playing jazz inflected jazz with the incomparable Matt Basile on the upright bass in the Tree Bistro. If the music was even close to being as good as the food then we were in with the greats. Matt and I managed to bring our musical styling to places we’d never been before. We’re not sure if the music made it back safely but we certainly enjoyed bringing it to strange parties dressed in unusual clothing, it’s New York so shit happens, even to songs, get over it.

Go and visit out Matt’s website imBasile and check out all the great music he’s involved in. Matt has a deep sonorous mellifluous speaking voice that is impeccably suited to a man who makes his living from the lower register and he will tend to stretch out his vowels like warm buttery toffee over a kitten’s back. For instance he’ll pronounce my name Greg Kavenawwww which is why I will forgive his mispelling of my name and handily allows me to proffer one of the reasons for the current spelling of my name, Kavna, which if spoken in the clipped nasal accent of a Dubliner sounds like that same toffee, placed in the fridge for a few hours and then snapped in two by a pair of hower’ya’s (Dublin vernacular for young girls of dubious intention and even more dubious history (two of the New York variety actually invaded the bistro last night dressed as extras from a Tim Burton movie and forcibly hit on our own celebrity sous-chef, ( yes it’s true he is a reality TV star ) (can you use brackets like this?) (No!)  leaving him stunned, next they were spotted prancing into Coyote Ugly ) on an October night (still with me?) at a bus stop (look, just read it again ok).  Kav-na, say the Kav faster than the Na and you’ve got it, so the spelling should leave no doubt as to how it’s pronounced – America.

So if you’re in the East Village on Wednesday nights come out and check in with us, it’s always  a good time there. Your host Colm (the Irish guy who owns a French bistro, as he was referred to last night by one of his patrons, ha!) while he does treat his musicians like the dogs we are, is without doubt one of the great bon vivants of the village. I think that may be the reason the place is always full of the most beautiful women, although I think our Southern Belle, Ms. Chopin, who’s really in charge, may be responsible.

I’ll be playing Thursday night next week also, covering for the musical tornado that is Andy Fitzpatrick. He has a great new album out.  Seriously lads, I don’t think any Irish artist is producing anything like the work Andy’s doing at the moment, it has its mind in Tin Pan Alley and its heart in Memphis and aside from all that he has impeccable taste in website design (I swear it was a coincidence, no really). He’s back in the homeland eating buttery toast and the occasional croissant for a few weeks.

But asides aside (I’ll stop now) if you like great music, great food, great people, great times, great atmosphere and great surroundings come along and join the parade, and if you don’t there’s always this.

 

New Review… Bitter Sweet Charm

Got a review from Bitter Sweet Charm, (obviously it’s good or I wouldn’t be posting it.)

I agree with everything she says… ahem..

Read it here:

http://bittersweetcharm.blogspot.com/2013/08/simple-sweet-when-you-leave-album-review.html

 

 

Ceol, Ceol, Gigs, Gigs

Another lovely night in Ceol in Brooklyn, great music, Niall Connolly (International Folk Hero) the ringmaster in the musical circus, great chats on the patio. Met a man who is descended from Irish Travelers that moved here in the 1600’s. Proud of his tradition and heritage. Fascinating history. Something that you don’t come across to often in the USA is a conversation about something that happened more than 3 months ago. Everyone’s running into the future here.

I was joined by the charismatic Stacey Roca and she enjoyed herself so much she’s agreed to join me at the Path Cafe on Saturday. Come along. 11pm in the West Village

More Details Here…

Tambourine.. Tambourine.. Living reflection of a tambourine.

While walking past my esteemed colleague in sound’s studio on 23rd st. and Madison, I called him up to bum a smoke because I don’t smoke. He enables this particular delusion as he doesn’t smoke either, much. Mid ciggy he mentions he’d acquired a vintage 12 string on E-Bay from somewhere in Nashville and would like I like to have a play of it. Being a 12 string I start riffing on aforementioned alluded to composition by 70’s rock legends and he says ‘lets put that down’ couple of hours later we had something, don’t really know what it is, but it’s something, you might like it too..