The first single from my band, Bailey’s Mistake, is now out on all the streaming services. We’re really proud of this recording and we have many more to come over the next few months.
My thin personal relationship with Mallett is more than eclipsed by the deep connection I feel to his music. Here are five of his songs you should listen to, right now.
Usually, St. Patrick’s Day lasts just one day. Not this time around.
This year, the Irish-American holiday lasted a whole week for me as I played five Celtic-flavored shows between two Sundays. One was a solo performance. Another had me teamed up with four other musicians, paying homage to Ireland’s greatest punk-poet, Shane MacGowan. I also went out on a mini, three-day run of shows with my four-piece band, Bailey’s Mistake.
I’m a lucky man — though I am not, in fact, even remotely Irish.
It was sometime around 1987 when I first set my eyes and ears on Shane MacGowan. In an instant, I was mesmerized by his voice, his band and, of course, his unholy teeth. The magic of that first late-night meeting never left me. It still guides much of what I attempt to write and sing to this day.
For those not in the know, MacGowan was the frontman and main songwriter for the Irish folk-punk band The Pogues. He died this morning, Nov. 30, 2023, at age 65.
His passing is sad, though not unexpected. For decades, MacGowan famously abused his liver, his teeth and the rest of his body with drugs and alcohol. But what he lacked in self preservation, he more than made up for in soulful artistry. MacGowan leaves behind an iconic body of songwriting which inspired an original genre of music which has somehow never quite lived up to his example.
The Unfinished Blues Band didn’t play a whole lot over the summer as all three of us always have multiple projects running concurrently, simultaneously, all at once and all the time. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t been laying plans and getting ready for a busy “heating season” string of gigs.
My newest musical adventure played its first full-strength, but technically second, gig on Sunday, Sept. 17, at Cadenza in Freeport, Maine as part of a “halfway to St. Patrick’s Day” celebration. The holiday may be totally made up but the band is 100 percent real.
Brekofca left behind anything he couldn’t fit into two small suitcases, including his accordion. The instrument had been his constant companion since childhood.
Starting in 1978, photographer John Coffer and a horse named Brownie began an epic, years-long trek across the United States. Along the way, they made many friends, had multiple adventures and helped revive the 19th century’s greatest photographic achievement: The Wet plate collodion process. When their travels ended, John and Brownie settled on a farm… Read more: John and Brownie out on the road
The first single from my band, Bailey’s Mistake, is now out on all the streaming services. We’re really proud of this recording and we have many more to come over the next few months.
My thin personal relationship with Mallett is more than eclipsed by the deep connection I feel to his music. Here are five of his songs you should listen to, right now.
Spanish lyrics morphed into French, English and Albanian chatter when the tune finally came to a finish beneath a roaring, international crescendo.
Usually, St. Patrick’s Day lasts just one day. Not this time around. This year, the Irish-American holiday lasted a whole week for me as I played five Celtic-flavored shows between two Sundays. One was a solo performance. Another had me teamed up with four other musicians, paying homage to Ireland’s greatest punk-poet, Shane MacGowan. I also went out on a mini, three-day run of shows with my four-piece band, Bailey’s Mistake. I’m a lucky man — though I am not, in fact, even remotely Irish.
It was sometime around 1987 when I first set my eyes and ears on Shane MacGowan. In an instant, I was mesmerized by his voice, his band and, of course, his unholy teeth. The magic of that first late-night meeting never left me. It still guides much of what I attempt to write and sing to this day. For those not in the know, MacGowan was the frontman and main songwriter for the Irish folk-punk band The Pogues. He died this morning, Nov. 30, 2023, at age 65. His passing is sad, though not unexpected. For decades, MacGowan famously abused his liver, his teeth and the rest of his body with drugs and alcohol. But what he lacked in self preservation, he more than made up for in soulful artistry. MacGowan leaves behind an iconic body of songwriting which inspired an original genre of music which has somehow never quite lived up to his example.
The Unfinished Blues Band didn’t play a whole lot over the summer as all three of us always have multiple projects running concurrently, simultaneously, all at once and all the time. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t been laying plans and getting ready for a busy “heating season” string of gigs.
My newest musical adventure played its first full-strength, but technically second, gig on Sunday, Sept. 17, at Cadenza in Freeport, Maine as part of a “halfway to St. Patrick’s Day” celebration. The holiday may be totally made up but the band is 100 percent real.
Brekofca left behind anything he couldn’t fit into two small suitcases, including his accordion. The instrument had been his constant companion since childhood.
Starting in 1978, photographer John Coffer and a horse named Brownie began an epic, years-long trek across the United States. Along the way, they made many friends, had multiple adventures and helped revive the 19th century’s greatest photographic achievement: The Wet plate collodion process. When their travels ended, John and Brownie settled on a farm… Read more: John and Brownie out on the road
This song was inspired by something on a long road trip. As we drove, I scribbled out the lyrics and had a song when we arrived.