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The theme for this
years Bag is the LOVE Bag.
We like having a theme. We are also playing TV themes from the 60s.
As usual the music we are playing represents the time and places where
we, the musicians, grew up. We are getting old you know. Jimmy Myers called
me on the phone the other day at 7:30am. Now that would not be unusual
in the old days, but now we are both on the beginning part of the day
instead of the end. I have always enjoyed seeing band members greet each
other at the bag, in many cases not seeing each other from one bag to
the next. I would imagine the same thing happens in the audience. E-mail
me at PAPRBAG @ aol.com. Tell me your Paper Bag experiences and ideas.
Share your bag with me. We have had people meet at the bag, get married
and start families. what about you? Im sure there are some wild
bag stories out there. We are planning a Paper Bag yearbook for the 25th
baggiversary. Send your stories and ideas in today. Hey, ya never know.
Have a good time tonight- we expect you, the audience, to sing, play,
clap, stomp & whistle right along with the band. Please make sure
that everyone arrives home safely. See ya next year. Mike
More Paper Bag History
Chelsea Square Pub and Canterbury Ales 1975-1979
Much of the tradition you participate in tonight stems from a special
group of people in a place at a special time. Over 400 people have been
part of the Bag, and many of them have a connection to one or both of
the establishments listed above. I arrived in Huntington in 1976 when
my band Cutaway replaced New Day at Chelseas. They had jumped to the Hungry
Bear for more bagitas. We played on Tuesday and Friday nights, on sheets
of plywood placed on the seats of booths. You had to step over the back
of the bench seat to get from one side of the stage to the other. At Canterburys
I designed the stage that split into booths so small bands could play.
I worked for years as house soundman in both places. John Forster, Bill
Stevens, John Byers and Dana Riggs, the owners of these clubs fostered
a music scene that florishes before you today. Little Wilson played their
1st gig at Canterburys. So did Chaser (Straight No Chaser). Red
Flannel Hash became Jim Pin
bit by bit. And its not just musicians.
Bartenders, waitresses, chefs, cooks, bar backs, dishwashers, bouncers,
you name it, we have dozens of folks in the audience and
on stage tonight who were part of this scene. And did we have fun. For
those of you who are under 40 let me assure you, the 70s were a
blast. The friendships I made 20 years ago form the backbone of this evening.
In a sense, we who were there then are celebrating ourselves here and
now. Is that deep or what? Cosmic man, cosmic. E-mail me with your Bag
stories and ideas. PAPRBAG@aol.com
Genesis Verses - Noah, Chapter Two The Band
And so in the dark of night the Lord awoke Noah, and spoke to him: Noah,
awake and heed my words!
And Noah, being sore and afraid and disoriented, did cry out, Who
And the Lord did smite him upside the head, saying, It is the Lord
of all things, dummy!
And Noah did tremble, saying, Lord, why hath thou awakened me?
And the Lord did say, Noah, build me a Jobbing Band. For the earth
will be visited by a plague of Brides, followed by forty days of Trade
Shows and forty nights of Awards Banquets.
And Noah did say, Command me, Lord.
And the Lord did say, First, thou must find me a Leader.
And Noah replied, But Lord, shall I not be thy Leader?
And the Lord did smite him again, saying, Fool, thou shalt be my
Contractor. Ask not why!
And Noah did bow his head, saying, Yes, my Lord.
And what will this Leader play?
And the Lord said, It mattereth little, whether he play or not,
or whether he be proficient or not. For his job shall primarily be to
talk to the Brides and their Mothers, and to deal with Clients, and to
count off Tempos wrong, and to inquire as to whether Overtime will happen,
and to try to Segue tunes that should not be segued. If he playeth any
instrument, thou must always have another player of that instrument on
the band, just to be safe.
And Noah did say,
And what else shall this Leader do?
And the Lord replied, It shall be his job to spread Bad Information
and Confusion amongst the Sidemen, and to pit them one against the other,
and to delay all payments. Further shall it be his job, until we can afford
a Soundman, to create Feedback, and to invent new Equalization Curves
And Noah did shake his head in wonder, saying, Lord, thy ways are
Strange and Mysterious. What more shall I do?
And the Lord said, Next, find me a Rhythm Section. First,
find me a Drummer.
And Three Things above all must this Drummer possess.
And Noah did ask, What are these Three Things? Double Bass Drums?
An Electronic Kit? Congas?
And the Lord did smite Noah again, saying Second-guess me not, my
servant. First, this Drummer must have slightly imperfect time, so that
whenever he playeth a Filland he shall play manyhe always
emergeth at a different place, sometimes early and sometimes late, but
thou may not guess which.
And second, he must be Supremely Discontent, always hoping for the Big
Break which will lead to him playing with Chick Corea or Madonna, so that
he despiseth Jobbing.
And third, he must always be convinced of his Righteousness, in all things,
including Time, Volume, Tempo and Feel, so that he argueth always with
the Bass Player.
And Noah did say, As you command, Lord.
And what next?
And the Lord did say, Thou art learning, Noah. Next shall be the
And he shall be Bored. That is all.
And Noah did say, Of course.
And next, my Lord? Next shall be the Piano Player.
And he shall play as if he has twenty fingers, and he shall play Substitute
upon Substitute, until no man may name the Chord, and he will not be helpful.
Furthermore, he shall always be Late.
And he shall always be trying out New Gear, of which he has no knowledge.
And Noah did wonder aloud, Lord, Great is thy Wisdom!
Next shall be the Guitar Player.
And he shall be a Rock Guitar Player.
And he shall be Loud, and he shall sing Old Time Rock n Roll.
Also shall he know not The Page, and so shall rely upon his Ears, which
have been damaged by exposure to High Sound Pressure Levels. For the Guitarists
who Read shall already be playing Shows, and will be making the Big Shekels.
And his tux shall be the Rattiest.
And Noah did say, It shall be done.
And the Lord did say, Next thou shall need Horns. First shall be
And they shall be Be-boppers.
And they shall play their Bird Quotes in every song, yea, even the Celine
And they shall Get High on every break, and make the Long Faces all night,
but especially when In The Mood is called. Next shall be the
And they shall every one attempt to take everything Up an Octave, and
And of Changes they shall know nothing.
And finally shall be the Trombone Player.
And many jokes will be made about him, for he will have a Beeper, as well
as a Day Job, and he will be the first to be Cut from the Band.
And Noah, taking many notes, did say, Mighty is the Lord!
Next shall be the String Players. Find me Three Women, and to their Violins
which are more ancient even than Myself, attach Pickups, so that their
instruments screecheth and causeth great pain.
And their job shall be to dress in Evening Gowns, and to Fake Parts on
all Ballads, and to occasionally Stroll, and to complain about the Volume,
and the Intonation, and to impede the Swing.
And Noah did say, What else can be left, Lord?
And the Lord did say, Finally, find me the Singers.
And they shall be Three, one a Male, and two Females.
And the Male shall be a Strutting Peacock, with the Rock N Roll
Hair, and he shall never have to wear The Tuxedo, and also shall he play
And of the Females, one shall be Black and one shall be White.
And the Black one shall ALWAYS sing the Aretha songs, and the Disco.
And the White one shall ALWAYS sing the Power Ballads, and the Country
Songs. But both shall share the Motown Medley, and shall sing Backup for
the Male, and forget the Words, and be Late, and know nothing of Keys
And they shall leave every gig immediately, having never touched a piece
And they shall be paid many more shekels than the Sidemen. Ask not why.
And Noah did say, As Thou sayest, my Lord.
And the Lord did command him, Search high and low for these, as
not every musician can fulfill these requirements.
And though we have No Work yet, a Commitment must be secured from All.
And while youre at it, start looking for Subs.
And Noah did say, Lord, thy will be done.
And so it was.
Thanks and a tip of the hat to Annie Coronna who found this on the net
and sent it to me. Send me stuff at PAPRBAG@aol
This is the spot where
I get to thank
Dick at Supreme Trophy in Huntington Station; Skylark Video; S-K Sound;,
Mark Coffey and the crew at Goldman Bros.; WBAB, Minuteman Printing in
East Northport; The Maker of the Melon Peggy Irwin; Lisa Layton for her
wonderful work collecting and distributing food; my brothers and sisters
working at the front door missing the show; my three girls, Emma, Sara
& Sue for making me the happy boy you see here tonight.
is some great place to enjoy the Bag. From John Murray and Ken Tobin,
right across to the bar backs, every one of the seemingly endless number
of employees of this club is unfailingly helpful. These people understand
the the Paper Bag at its purest essence. The Bag has matured these past
5 years, in no small part due to the support provided by these fine people.
Please thank the Mulcahys staff when you see them. Patronize this
fine establishment all year.
The Savannah Joe Kommnick
Are these donuts fresh? Moment
Many of you in the Paper Bag community knew Joe Kommnick
simply as Savannah. I had the privilege working with this
gentle man in the clubs on the South Shore for over 10 years. Savannah
Joe was a bright ray of happiness that cut through the smoky air and shined
into your heart. He was always ready with a joke, your favorite libation,
or an absurd movie quote . There was never anything harsh about Savannah
none of the rough edges many of us who live the night life develop.
I miss his company. In 1996 we inaugurated the tradition of performing
a song each year that connects us with Joe, so that we may have a vehicle
to help us remember this fine man. This year, Living in the Past
is dedicated to Savannah Joe. In keeping with Joes sense of humor,
and to ease the melancholy of the moment, before we begin the song, We
ask all of you to place an index finger, held horizontally, just below
your nose and all together ask in a falsetto voice
THE BROWN PAPER BAG
is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of
place in nature. Crumpled into a wad of wrinkles, like the fossilized
brain of a dryad; looking weathered; seemingly slow and rough enough to
be a product of natural evolution; its brownness the low key brown of
potato skin and peanut shell, dirty but pure; its kinship to tree unobstructed
by the cruel crush of industry; absorbing the elements like any other
organic entity a No. 8 Kraft brown paper bag lay discarded in the hills
of Huntington and it appears to live where it lay.
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Thanks and a tip of the old Paper Bag hat to Naomi Margolin for discovering
the origin of this quote
Many people wonder how this crazy, complicated show, with all its myriad
details, ever comes together at all. Most of the credit goes to the Section
Leaders who work many hours so that we can all enjoy the Bag. Thank them
when you see them go by.
Rome Scott Savitt
Cheese Calzones Marianne Barton
Vocalists Tony Barca
Guitarland Mike Cummings
Guitarland Joe Anziano
Keyboard Ghetto Larry Ketchell
Horns Val Angrosini
Harps Paul Shields
Harps Joe Santino
Basses Jim Myers
Percussion Scott Kistenberger
Sound Larry Phrögk Perlman
Lights Greg Hebel
Construction George Ranzette
Door Crew Bob Guido
Ladies Auxiliary Sue Guido
Mr. Guido's Valet Jim Mola
Mr. Guido's Spiritual Advisor Tom Russo