LittleGeo

Yes, I've been back for awhile, but...haven't been doing the "live" thing much....just little spot guest shots every now and then to keep me honest. I have been wotking on a new Shuffling Hungarians record (Oh Yeah, although not credited properly, the actual name of the band is "Little Georgie And The Shuffling Hungarians") for the past three years, but ran into some major roadblocks along the way...health and money, frankly. But I'm back on track. Agreeing to do LESS WE FORGET, aside from the honor of honoring Mac, also afforded me the opportunity to try and put a band together that was capable of supporting the possible upcoming record, and end up with a little video evidence to start a minor awareness campaign. So...we'll definitely be playing, if playing is possible next spring, summer, and we'll probably hit the Haunt at somepoint, if its still around. No need to make the drive, because I'm sure we'll be coming to you.

Cool Idea. If we ever play this again, I'm stealing it, if you don't mind. Ah,,,the drummer, Mark Tiffault, is probably the greatest shuffle drummer I've ever had the pleasure of playing with. He did a bunch of tours with John Lee Hooker, and is the most STUDIED blues drummer I know... Encyclopedic knowledge of every shuffle ever played, and can execute everyone of them with pinpoint accuracy. He had major back surgery, and when this was taped, was no where near recovered; he still isn't and probably never will be. He was in excruciating pain through out. But it was important for the both of us to get something on video and audio that was semi decent...we were runnin' podners for many years, and this was like a mini family reunion of sorts. Probably the last time we'll get to play together.

Wouldn't be here without your dutch uncle introduction, Josh. Thanks!

Heck, I'M even impressed I can play those turnarounds in Db!!!

After the last piano tinkly bits of the first (and future only) take faded out, I placed my cans on the piano and announced "OK. That's a wrap everybody. Lets go home". The "producer" ran into the recording room, apoplectic. "Don't you want to even listen to the playback?!?" Me: "Why? I already heard it." And out into the night I went.