Troubadours Withdrawl? Get Help Here

Get your Troubadours fix where and whenever you can. In December you can catch that cool cat, Jack O' Dell playing the big holiday show with the venerable Bill Kirchen at Jammin' Java
(And special guest on sax-- you've seen him play with The Troubadors, too-Derek Huston.)

And don't miss this show- including the legend in his own time- Mark Noone when The Slickee Boys take the stage at the soon to be gone Chick Hall's Surf Club on December 28th, along with their pals The Beatnik Flies and Prabir and The Substitutes.



Plus one more chance!
The Slickee Boys will also appear in Baltimore on December 29th with The Howling Mad,
Chelsea Graveyard and The Screams at Midnight, and Jukebox Zero at The Otto Bar

Hopefully Jake Flack will show up at one of these shows so we can at least say hey to him, too.

Metamophosis Or Transfiguration?

(The Beatnik Flies @ 9:30 Club July 29)

So what do you get when you cross a Slickee Troubadour with a Beatnik Fly?


trans·fig·u·ra·tion
Pronunciation: (")tran(t)s-"fi-gy&-'rA-sh&n, -g&-
Function: noun
1 a : a change in form or appearance : METAMORPHOSIS b : an exalting, glorifying, or spiritual change


answer: mark noone, of course

One Troubadour's Better Than None

For those of you in Troubadour withdrawal, you at least can catch two of Mark Noone's other personalities this weekend. See alter ego number 1 when The Hula Monsters play Lubber Run Park in Arlington, VA, Saturday evening from 8 until 9:30. (free)
(Come on out, buy a Hawaiian shirt, and get down and luau.)

Mark will also be singing Slickee Boys' style with The Beatnik Flies backing him up at the big (make that humongous) dc space reunion at the 9:30 club on Sunday. This event will not only make history, but will also benefit a very cool cat, Tom Terrell, who is fighting cancer for his life. Twenty buck donation to get in; doors open at 4 p.m., and the performances go on until 1 a.m.
A lot of bang for that donated buck. See DC ROCKS for more details.

(Mark and The Flies are scheduled at 8:45.)

It Was A Hoot

The Quarry House rocked last night, especially when a band of wild women came in to celebrate Jake's wife, Anne's birthday. The Dollar Jar stumped the band with "Dark Side of the Moon, but Neil Diamond somehow made it. (about 75 cents' worth anyway) And of course, The Beatles' Birthday Song.



(This birthday thing seems to be an ongoing theme for these shows-next month it'll be Jake)



Two Beatnik Flies were spotted lurking in the crowd, making that a quorum.



Look for a rare incarnation of The Flies and Mark Noone later this month at the 9:30 Club's D.C. Space reunion. They'll be making local rock history.

(And if you weren't there last night, you heard it hear first.)

Jake's Story

Jake Flack and Mark Noone go way back on the DC scene, and for anyone without the will to get out to Fort Reno tonight to see the new young up and coming rockers- sit back in your computer rocking chair and read on a page from DC's music history by Mr. Jake Flack:

This Wednesday is July 11. It was on July 11, 1985 that my band the Neptunes opened for the Slickee Boys at Fort Reno. At that time the Slickees were the kings of DC. They were on Q107 and MTV. They had the coolest clothes and the wildest, most fun live show. Fort Reno was the epicenter of the DC music scene and it was the only place that underage kids like me could see all the bands that we were listening to on vinyl and hearing on WHFS. I saw everyone there: Danny Gatton, Black Market Baby, the Insect Surfers, Razz, the Night Hawks, Tommy Keene, 4 out of 5 Doctors, The Golden Bats, The Diversions, the Teen Idles, The Beatnik Flies, The Nurses, Tex Rubiniwitz, All Points Bulletin, Evan Johns and the H-Bombs and more. The Slickees' annual Fort Reno appearance was always the far biggest crowd of the year. When our "manager" Sean Mencher, who also booked Fort Reno, told us we had the opening slot, he might as well have told us that we were opening for the Rolling Stones. I'm sure we didn't sound very good, but we put the "s" in showbiz jumping off the bass drum, diving in the piano, and rolling around the stage on our backs. I remember throwing my Tele across the stage after the last song for the big feedback effect. It was a thrilling night for a bunch of 17 year olds. And I sure wouldn't have predicted that I'd be playing "When I Go to the Beach" in a band with Mark Noone 22 years later.