Both mentally and physically exhausted, Cody drove us from Seattle to Missoula, Montana. While stopped at one of the many Casino/Mini-Marts in Missoula, Cody decided to give himself a break and let Joe take over. With caffeine pumping and a driven attitude Joe delivered The Crooks to Big Sandy, Montana; our destination for the next 24 hours.
“We’re really doing it!” Cody said as we made our way out of Washington. To say it is just a quick trip to Montana would be selling our story short. This is officially Cody Beebe and The Crooks’ first national pod tour as a full band. Although our tour only spans a weekend, it is truly monumental for us as a band. With the van loaded down from the weight of seven crooks and a bearded man we made our way over The Cascades and The Rockies.
As the van pushed on and the clock moved forward we reached a milestone in our trip. We found our Montana Sunrise! We stopped to stretch and take in the view of the Missouri River in the morning light. Look out Montana, The Crooks have arrived!
Cody Beebe and The Crooks are playing at Pep’s Bar and Lanes tonight in Big Sandy, Montana at 9pm! And at The Top Hat in Missoula, Montana tomorrow (Sunday, October 17th) at 9pm!
How big is your social networking online media footprint? This is a question that should not be taken lightly when setting out to find yourself a professional job. If you are out to get yourself hired, you should probably think twice about just how much dirt is out there. If you are a recent university graduate expecting to make a career out of marketing then you should probably start deleting those old college beer chugging contest pics that you were tagged in two years ago. However, if you’re in a band that is trying to get noticed you should probably do the opposite and upload more dirt on yourself/selves. I wouldn’t advise posting beer chugging pics, but then again, who knows, maybe your next single is entitled, “Chuggington.” We live in an online social networking world, and I am an online social networking girl!…I mean, band.
Today was well spent. We’ve got ourselves on last.fm and grooveshark; two prominent online radio stations that support unknown and unsigned artists. Of course these stations support big-name bands as well, but not all stations let any band join their network.
A Day in the Life of a Crook: Let us take a moment to recognize one of our prized possessions here at Cody Beebe and The Crooks. He is the guy with the positive attitude no matter where he is. He is the guy passing out jager bombs before every show he plays. He is the guy with the ‘O-Face’ and SRV stratocastor strapped on his shoulders. He is the guy with the pedal board to choke a donkey. I am talking of course about Greg Floyd! I recall the first day I met Mr. Floyd. It was a late fall day of 2008. Cody Beebe and I had been invited out to a jam session taking place at 420 Campus St. in Pullman, Washington. This of course was during the time of our university days. Yes, back when our precious minds were still being molded by the educational institutions of America. A time where the beer flowed like wine and the women flocked like the salmon of Capistrano…or did they? A time where drinking too much meant being hung over enough to have a good excuse not to go to Marketing 360. A time when you spent hundreds of dollars on books for the semester even though Facebook was the only book you really cared about; and maybe it still is? Yes, I am talking of course of our late and great days of being in college. I met Mr. Floyd in the days of our college careers and we have been brothers in music ever since. He truly helps this world in many ways. He gives me an appreciation for who I am actually playing music with. He drops jaws at most concerts we play. And I have yet to hear this guy say anything negative about anyone. The next time you are at one of our concerts, please make yourself acquainted with Mr. Floyd. It will be time well redeemed.
Cody Beebe and The Crooks are playing at Central Washington University tomorrow, Thursday, October 14th. We all are exceedingly anxious to see our friends there.
Wow! I suppose this is the word that honestly comes to my mind as I sit here typing this out whilst reminiscing on our drive home last night. After reading through a few of my blogs, one might think I have some form of a love crush on my band-mates; and, in a way, I suppose I do. I love these guys. There, I said it! As far as I can tell, to run a proper business, there are several ingredients you need for success. And, although at first glance all you might see are a few young dudes driving around in a big van with a trailer playing music, we are a business. One aspect to consider is good communication. Communication is the key to success in any relationship you engage yourself in. Whether it be intimate or professional, without good communication, a true and healthy relationship will not last.
On our road-trip home last night from Pullman, I was able to connect with a few of my brothers in music on a deeper level. And when I say ‘deep,’ I really do mean it. “I feel like I’m curled up in your bowels,” Joe said, referring to my in-depth self-reflection and confessions. I think there may have been something in the air yesterday evening, or maybe it was those tasty chocolate candies we ate that made us open up to each other the way we did. Whatever the case may be, we communicated. And it wasn’t just talking, it was communicating. On my search of self-revelation and discovery, I have learned that there is a substantial difference between ‘talking’ and ‘communicating.’ Yesterday evening we communicated from Washtucna to Seattle. In mileage terms that’s pure communication for 220 miles. In time, that’s 3 hours and 45 minutes. Monetarily and emotionally speaking, if we were to break this down in terms of counseling sessions, we spent about four sessions of pure therapeutic communication together which also adds up to be about $350 at your average psychological counselor’s office and we did it with a van, five good friends, and a handful of shameless attitudes. It’s interesting to see what can become of a conversation when you break down a few walls. It’s also interesting to consider the state of time when you are engaged in true communication. It goes fast. You know the old saying, ‘time flies when you’re having fun,’ well it also flies when you’re communicating. Do you get my point here? We communicated. I won’t bore you with the ‘deets’ of our ‘rambles,’ but I will say this: I believe we all ended that road trip with a deeper sense of ourselves and the dynamics of our relationships as friends, as business partners and as brothers. Thank you Chris, Joe, Cody, and Eric.
A Day in the Life of a Crook: wake up. call Mom cuz you haven’t talked…I mean communicated with her in about a week or so. make a pot of coffee. make some oats with frozen berries and yogurt cuz you need to eat healthier. road trip to Joe’s g/f’s parents’ house to pick up the pit bull. update online media. rehearse a few songs cuz we are performing at a wedding tonight. shower. drive to Woodenville. perform at a wedding. drive home. sleep.
After another exciting weekend of gigging and rehearsal we are back at the grind! What is the grind you ask? Well, being an independant self-managed band means working much harder than your average big-named or signed band. It means you are constantly looking at the calendar to decide when and where to go next. It means you are cold calling venues and venue farming to figure out where to go next. It means you are constantly searching online to find new places on the web to go next. In a nutshell, it means you never know where you potentially may end up next. You must be dependant on each other in the band. There is no room for slacking or ‘dropping the ball,’ as it were. If you want to ‘make it’ you must make your own path to ‘it.’
We had a fairly extensive band meeting yesterday going over all of the odds and ends of what needs to be done and where we are going. The most important, and what I think will be most beneficial in the long run, was when we discussed departmentalization of the band. It was the first time we really sat down as a collective and delegated permanent tasks to each band member. When you go out to see a band whether they be signed or unsigned, dependant or independant, there is probably much more going on under the surface than you realize. To be in a band that expects to make a living off of being in a band, you must make your band into a living.
Cody Beebe and The Crooks will be on the road this week to Pullman, WA. We play The Coug on Wednesday, October 6th at 9PM and the Hollingbery Fieldhouse on Saturday, October 9th around noon before the WSU Homecoming Football Game! We hope to see all of our Pullman friends and fans there!
Being a musician means being on the stage and under the stage lighting every weekend; if not most nights of the week. This also means being in the lime light a lot of times. For some musicians this makes it easy to grow a big head. I know all of you know at least one musician personally who has to big of a head for their musical body. The type who’s shit don’t stink in every room they walk into. The type who knows everything about every band; at least they think they do. The type who is quick to judge every other band except their own. Unfortunately, these bands are not far and few between and you most likely are going out to watch one or two of them this weekend. I’m not pointing fingers, naming names, or blaming blames. I’m just putting forth an issue that has penetrated every music scene everywhere since the dawn of time.
I am personally grateful to work with such outstanding individuals. I couldn’t ask for a better group of humans to play music with, to share times with, and to live with. People can go their whole lives without meeting such outstanding people and I get the pleasure of playing music with six of them several nights a week. I’m not blogging just to brag about my situation and to talk about the people I get to play music with, but sometimes writing things out helps one to recognize the great gifts in their life. Cody Beebe and The Crooks may not be the greatest band on Earth, but they’re the greatest band in my mind and I feel blessed to work with such humble and cultured individuals.