one nice thing about the slow process of distributing a record without a distributor is that every now and
then something like this happens. it made me so happy to be on top of bruce fessier's year end list of MUST
HEAR cd's for 2004 in the DESERT SUN, when the cd actually got released in 2003. now, a very cool &
political punk/indy magazine called SKRATCH (april 2005) has discovered the album. thank you to (radiant)
greg (the designer of kevin stetz' beautiful cd,'songs for oxygen') for pointing it out to me!!
This solo release from Joshua Tree impresario/artist/musician Ted Quinn is an incredible
folk album that scrapes the soul. With soft, poignant vocals, harmonica, and haunting acoustic guitar, Quinn
sounds more than just a bit like NEBRASKA-era Springsteen if the boss had a better voice. There are
some chilling moments on this disc, such as on the opening track, "La Porte", a disturbing ballad about
what life would be like had one grown up and remained in the small town of their birth; or the touching "29
Palms", where the singer commiserates with families of those sent off to war from the local military base.
Quinn hosts an Internet radio show, PEACENIK AT THE BEATNIK, every Friday night live from the Beatnik CafÈ
in Joshua Tree . On any given night he might have Victoria Williams, Eric Burdon, Concrete Blonde, or
even marines from the local base performing songs about peace.
I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE EVERYONE WITHIN CYBER-SHOT TO DROP BY PAPPY & HARRIET'S FOR AN EVENING OF (YOURS
TRULY) TED QUINN AND THE BINGO BAND, THURSDAY JUNE 9 AT 7PM. LAST TIME WE PLAYED TOGETHER WE HAD AN
INCREDIBLY GROOVY TIME TAKING TURNS DOING SETS, FULL-BAND, SOLO, BINGO SONGS, TED SONGS, etc...PLEASE
JOIN US FOR THIS RARE EVENT (AS BINGO HEADS FOR THE NORTH SHORTLY THEREAFTER...
only bob dylan knows more songs than bingo and i'm thrilled that he seems to enjoy playing some of
AND TO LISTEN IN TO PEACENIK AT THE BEATNIK ON FRIDAYS FROM 9PM - MIDNIGHT. (LOCALLY AT THE BEATNIK CAFE IN
JOSHUA TREE AND GLOBALLY AT www.beatnikradio.com. LOOK FOR THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY SHOW ON JULY 1ST WITH LOTS
OF SPECIAL SURPRISES & STUFF.)
love & gratitude, ted
MEMORIAL DAY 2005
forgive me cyndera for not making it to yor wedding reception today. i am fasting and feeling sort of weak and wobble-headed. it was my intention to be there but with a saab that runs at 45 mph and the fact thatthe reception is in 29 palms, i decided more sleep was what i needed.
my email to tal explains the past few days somewhat:
the sweat was great, and very intense. we started at 5:30 am saturday by driving down to whitewater to
gather, cut and strip our willow saplings for the 'ribs' of the lodge. we built the lodge all day and sweat that evening. i
got home and went to bed before midnight and slept until about 9am. sunday i was a wreck. i went w monet to see a house
and pick up a couple of groceries and i was done . i slept since noon sunday to around 4pm. went to bingos
for an hour or so, came home and slept until now. from about seven pm to seven am today. i am de-toxing from
*caffeine, wine, pot...not to mention the end of my relationship (as it was, anyway) with elia, billy, the
rancho, my studio, etc.
i'm doing the grapefruit/maple syrup cleanse for a couple days. i want sage's daddy to be as clean as
possible when he's born.
so i didn't do the ray woods or leon russell thing. just couldn't. i may go see shawn in the cemetery this
morning, to cyndera's wedding reception this afternoon and/or ray's send-off at pappy's tonight. all of these
thngs are subject to my body's ability to do it.
SO what am i detoxing from really? * my morning triple espresso (how many years now?); wine
(yes, i have been drinking a lot more than ever before (at least since the days of going out drinking in
hollywood, fifteen twenty years ago), marijuana (is it toxic? not sure...but i do know i
want to see if my head feels clearer without...i think i've smoked almost every day since
starting back up in 1990, fifteen years this time, before that, maybe ten years solid;
my relationship with elia, definitely far more healing than toxic, only the co-dependency was
toxic, for both of us (elia, i am finally attending CODA meetings, which i know you tried to
get me to for at least a couple of years after fred died; the whole billy thing, a truly
disturbing turn in a friendship where billy wound up threatening me with legal action, i think
about posting our email correspondences but that would be 'entering a lawsuit' on a cosmic level,
which my favorite book, a guide to the i ching by carol anthony & hannah moog recommends against,
besides i don't trust entirely that he has given up such creepy ideas. a couple months ago when he
asked me for copies of all the music we'd done together, i had no idea that he may have been
'building his case.' needless to say, i have nothing he could take at this point, but who wants
to tempt someone who uses the word 'love' to stab you in the back. stalkers do the same thing.
(believe me, by giving billy back the studio he gave me last year during his mental breakdown, i
am not responding to his legal threats but to my own need to put him and whatever he thinks we had
as friends in the past); the rancho, which billy 'gave back' to dave last november (overriding
fred drake's dying wishes in the process). see, fred drake left the studio to tony and me, with
fred burke as the middle man between us and the drakes. we made it last for two years after fred died.
in fact, on that very sad anniversary, we stood by the tree, billy having mastered the sky party
album, the earthlings? rehearsing inside...after that, the calls for business dried up
and the studio ran out of money. dave moved in and for my birthday and tony's in november, we were
no longer partners in the rancho. i thought i was dying. i even wrote a will. my legs were numb and i
couldn't stop hiccupping. a bunch of my friends (led by judy, at elia's behest) gathered to perform
their versions of my songs that night of my birthday and i can barely remember it, sad to say. next day,
john lee flew me to see elia perform 'fifth commandment' in san francisco and i slept on the floor of
debbie's hostel room. the election had been close and we were all too tired to argue with the fascists
who won (crookedly, no doubt at all). the night monet and i drank that bottle of wine, we conceived a
child. that had to be six months ago because the due date is three months from now....anyway, i am going
to try to get to pappy's for ray's going-away party now. i have a flier for the show bingo and i are doing
on june 9 and i wouldn't mind doing a few tunes with ray before he leaves the country for his tour..
so, in solidarity with monet, who has been squeaky clean since dec.26, the day we/she found out she was pregnant with SAGE, i am on
the wagon, for the duration and then some...with a headache (more from the caffeine withdrawal than anything) and a heavily - for me-
bearded face. so you see, cyndera, i am there in spirit, only slightly jealous that it was jaz and not i 'walking you down the aisle!!'