Sunday, July 28, 2013

Support of musician friends makes all the difference

By Ted Slowik

This week's theme is gratitude and support. I'm grateful to many musical friends for their encouragement and for the opportunity to support others.

On July 24, keyboardist Rich Westrick and drummer Ron Kostka joined me for a jam at Bridget and Mark's house party. The music was good, the company great and the weather was beautiful. We had a fantastic time performing. We did a set of covers together, then Rich and I played a set of originals, and I did a third hour of solo acoustic songs. Many thanks to Ron and Rich, Bridget and Mark and friends for a wonderful reception and the kind words of encouragement.

On Wednesday at the weekly acoustic open mic at Tribes Alehouse in Mokena, John Condron showed me the ropes. I'm guest-hosting for him on July 31 and very grateful to John and Niall for the opportunity. Their open mic has become an outstanding showcase for talented musicians, singers and especially songwriters. There's a solid cast of regulars, a steady stream of newcomers and patrons who support live local original music.

Tribes regulars Greg Woods and Bill Ryan are in a band called Time and the New Romans, and they write and play some catchy rock tunes. Thursday night they had a EP release party for their latest recording. I drove into the city to hear them for the first time live, which was a great experience. The recording is great, too. I especially like the second tune on the disc, a song called "Begin."

I met their bassist John and drummer, and Greg's dad Bob, who remembers a lot of my brothers and sisters from hanging out at Timber Trails pool during the 1960s. Had a great time recalling many happy childhood memories of spending summer days with other kids at the pool.

Earlier Thursday I had a photo shoot with friend Brian Powers, who does great portraiture work. Brian is one of the photographers let go from the Chicago Sun-Times, and I'm grateful he was able to take pictures to accompany the upcoming recording I'm doing at Third City Sound with Bill Aldridge. Brian got some great shots and it's going to be a lot of fun having professional images to go along with a professional recording.

Heading home from the Time and New Romans show in the city I stopped by one of my favorite places for a nightcap, Harlem Avenue Lounge in Berwyn. Proprietor Ken Zimmerman runs a great, authentic Chicago blues club featuring some of the best blues you'll ever hear in an intimate setting. Since it was Thursday, it was open mic night, and Pistol Pete was putting on the usual great performance with a talented group of players.

I was chatting outside the club with Sam Cockrell, who is not only an incredibly talented bassist but a very gifted singer, songwriter, recording and performing artist. Y'all should support Sam by buying his tunes from his ReverbNation page--you won't be disappointed. Many of his songs have a horn section backing him up, and the production is top-notch.

Somehow the talk turned to baseball, and since I had my acoustic with me from the photo shoot I grabbed it and played a verse of a song I wrote about the Cubs called "Wrigley Field." Sam thought it was great, and I played bits of other songs, like "Hinsdale," "Slowiks" and "Springfield." Sam's reaction to those songs made me feel great.

Driving home, I realized in the 22 months since I stopped playing bass with the Big Eddy Springs Blues Band and started performing my own songs on acoustic guitar, I've made a lot of progress as a writer, singer, musician and performer. I've done the work by putting in many hours of practice, but if it weren't for the support and encouragement of others I don't think I'd write or make music.

Life is a state of mind. and the best state is the one where you feel like people get what you're doing, like it and tell you so. I'm grateful to everyone who has ever shown support and encouragement.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Having too much fun during an amazing week of music

By Ted Slowik

What a week! July 13 I performed at good friend Tim Placher's 8th annual Shindig at the Shanty. Tim and a couple friends have a place outside Wilmington on a bluff overlooking the Kankakee River, and he throws some great parties with live music in that beautiful setting.

I played a set of mostly originals, though I opened with a cover of the Charlie Daniels Band's "Uneasy Rider." Rich Westrick drove down from the city to sit in on keyboards. He was a great help on songs like "Red Rover," "Hinsdale" and "Springfield." We're going to jam together again July 20 at my friend Bridget's house party. This will be my first time performing mostly originals in a house party setting so I'm really looking forward to it.

Tim played a set at the Shindig, then the Michael Heaton Band performed. They were so good, I don't know how Tim's going to top the musical entertainment next year. Tim has a great number of friends from throughout Joliet and Plainfield but especially his classmates from his St. Ray's days, and they're a great group to play for.

Monday night I sat in on a great Songwriter Circle at Chicago Street Pub with Alex Hoffer and Charlie Champene. There was a group in front of the Will County Courthouse in downtown Joliet protesting the verdict in the George Zimmerman/Trayvon Martin case. I played the original "Stand My Ground" and some other tunes.

Chicago Street is sponsoring Hopstring Fest Aug. 24 at Silver Cross Field in Joliet with a great lineup that includes Miles Nielsen and The Rusted Hearts, The Steepwater Band, John Condron and the Old Gang Orchestra, The Righteous Hillbillies, Ed Anderson, Chicago Farmer, Magic Box, and more. It's going to be great time, especially if you like craft beer and live music. 

Tuesday after work I met with photographer Brian Powers at Quigley's  in Naperville. We talked about pictures to accompany the recording I'm doing in August at Third City Sound. Brian is easy to get along with, has great ideas and does great work.


Wednesday night I was at Tribes Alehouse Mokena for weekly acoustic open mic. Kev Wright from Righteous Hillbillies was there with a couple of his students--John Narcissi and Chase Walsh--a couple of really talented young singers, performers and songwriters. Kev's son is a student at North Central College in Naperville (where I work) and just earned a grant to spend a few weeks studying in Iceland. Sometimes it's the tiniest of worlds.

I heard all or parts of sets by Charlie, Scott McNeil, Patrick Spiroff, John Green and others. Patrick mentioned that when I included a link to his Bandcamp website in a previous post he noticed some readers visited his page. I appreciate it when you check out the links, because people like Alex and Michael and Patrick and John deserve to be heard by as many as possible, so tell your friends. We're all very supportive of one another in the Will County independent music community. 

Thursday night was the monthly jam at Chicago Street hosted by Kevin Krauss. Charlie and Patrick performed, I was helped out on "Uneasy Rider" and "Drama Queen" by Pat Otto and Chris Foray on mandolin and mandola, and to cap it off there was a very special jam performance by Kevin, Eric Jensen, Becky Smentak, Tom Maslowksi, Don Nudi, John and a sax player whose name I didn't get. 

Good thing weeks like this don't happen often, because I'm exhausted and broke!




Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Summer 2013 peaking with live performances, recordings

Tim Placher's new 2013 Shindig at the Shanty stage above the Kankakee River near Wilmington, IL.
By Ted Slowik

Folks, first I want to extend my sympathies to the Lac-Mégantic families with unaccounted for relatives. No one should be left wondering about loved ones vaporized in an inferno caused by a train derailment. Thoughts and prayers.

Next, I just want to say it's all about the song. I'm heading into a stretch where I'll be performing the next two weekends. This is unusual for me. While I've been taking time off from playing to heal my finger I haven't booked gigs. I'm very much looking forward to these upcoming performances, July 13 at the Shindig at the Shanty in Wilmington and July 20 at a house party in Cherry Hill.

Thanks to Tim Placher for the invite to play the Shindig for a third straight year. Much appreciated. It's one of only three summer festival gigs I've played. The others being Rich Westrick's Jam-O-Rama and Jerry Reno's Jerrypalooza over Labor Day weekend. Sadly, Jam-O-Rama is no more, though to fill the void I'm happy to announce keyboardist extraordinaire and good friend Rich Westrick is joining me for the July 13 and July 20 shows! Thanks to Bridget for the special invitation to perform at a house party--a first for me!

Look forward to memorable sets of originals as two longtime high school chums and bandmates reunite for special evenings. And, to sweeten the deal, fellow Suspended Animation member and legendary drummer Ron Kostka will join us for the July 20 private house party in Cherry Hill! These are shaping up to be very special performances.

These are the only summer 2013 performances I've scheduled as I've limited my appearances due to health and am focused on recording Aug. 10-11 in Joliet. This will be the first time in nearly 30 years I've been in a recording studio, so it's a momentous occasion. More on that later.

John Condron
For now, just want to say thanks to John Condron for hosting weekly acoustic open mics at Tribes Alehouse Mokena, and to Niall Freyne for allowing us to showcase songwriting. And to Bill Aldridge for establishing Third City Sound in Joliet. Really looking forward to recording some original songs a month from now. Much planning and preparing for that.

In a future post I'll tell you all about the last time I was in a recording studio, in 1986.





Monday, July 8, 2013

The secret to being a successful storyteller is...

Commons Beach, Tahoe City, CA.
By Ted Slowik

Howdy Blues Musings readers! I've been out West since I last wrote, staying cool in scorched Reno (high, 102F). We spent the Fourth of July in Lake Tahoe, which is on the beautiful side of the Sierra Nevada. I was having too much fun to blog but if you want to get caught up on the trip you can stitch together the story from my Twitter, Instagram and Vine feeds.

For you new readers, Blues Musings is a lot of things: journal, diary, historical record, soapbox, instruction manual and advice column. It tends to tie in to music most of the time and invariably involves something in which I've participated. Namely, life.

Topics may range from artists whom I've seen or heard perform, friends whose work I support, writers I've read, creative types I've read about, and a lot of other things. I tend to write more about people I've met than those whose work I've admired from afar, but the rules are pretty loose.

Rule No. 1: There are no rules.

If I don't feel like writing for a week, there will be no new posts. I'm not paid to do this. These writings are more for my benefit than for yours. Which brings us to today's topic: songwriting.

I once read someone's advice to aspiring songwriters. The person said if you want to become a better writer, you should write every day.

I could not disagree more.

I believe you should not write unless you have something to say.

Maybe instead of practicing your writing you should go practice some living.

I get the point about practicing. The same is true for music. Practice, practice, practice. Practice makes perfect. Doctors practice medicine. I hope the doctors who see me have plenty of practice!

I get how practice makes you a better musician or more skilled in the use of language. But practice doesn't make you a better storyteller. Telling stories makes you a better storyteller. As in orally relating events that have happened. Verbally communicating a tale to one or more other person. Telling it like it is.

It's that simple.

That's all I wanted to say today.



Friday, June 28, 2013

Blackhawks hockey runs thickly through the Slowik bloodline

By Ted Slowik

I grew up in a hockey family. As the youngest of 12 (and the seventh boy) I would squeeze into hand-me-down skates and coats to spend cold Chicago winter nights on the ice rink Dad and my older brothers would build atop the backyard garden. I can still hear Christmas carols played on the bells at St. Cletus while skating figure eights in the darkness.

But I was not a hockey player. Maybe I had weak ankles, because skating hurt. I lacked coordination. Maybe it was mental. I'd never be as big or as good as my older brothers, so what was the point? I was destined to always come up short, to be the runt. Hockey was no sport for a little boy among much bigger boys.

I was 6 years old in 1971, when the Blackhawks blew a 2-0 lead at home in game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals and lost to the Montreal Canadiens. This was back when the Blackhawks were on WGN-TV, Channel 9 in Chicago. I don't remember the games but I remember the commercials. There was one for Celozzi-Ettleson Chevrolet showing a new car slowly rotating on a stage in an ad for the new 1972 models.

"But it's still 1971," I remember protesting. "How can they be selling 1972 cars?"


We grew up in Countryside, and the city politicians or the union would throw a Christmas party for kids at the Operating Engineers Local 150 hall and raffle off gifts. One year I won a hockey stick. The moment I returned to my seat from the stage with prize in hand, my brother Frank convinced me to trade my stick for something else. I don't remember what it was. I remember Mom or Dad asking me if I was sure I wanted to trade, because it had the appearance of a one-sided deal and an opportunist taking advantage of the situation. That stick was too big for me anyways.

Besides, Frank still plays hockey every week. So does Bud. They're in their late 50s now, still subjecting themselves to abuse. Hurling their bodies into boards to finish checks. Turning on the jets, hoping for breakaways. A little one-on-one action. They'll never admit they're old. They'll skate until they die.

As I got older they were great about including me, the tag-along little brother. Bud and Liz and their friends would take me to rat hockey games at the Willow Ice Chalet in Willow Springs. They'd sneak in beers and I'm sure all kinds of other stuff. Bud's a Blackhawks season ticket holder and takes me to a game every year for my birthday.

Frank's a great sport, too. He let me listen to his albums whenever I wanted and make tapes of the songs I liked, which meant I could hang out in his room. He put up with all that and still organizes our annual family outings to a Cubs game in the summer and a Buddy Guy concert in January.

Nick with the 2013 Stanley Cup
But it's Lizzy who is the most hockey-indulged member of the family. Her boys, Nick and Chris, skated as kids and Lizzy's license plate to this day is HOCKY MA. Nick worked for the Phoenix Coyotes for years but when that franchise got so fucked up that the league had to take it over he moved back to Chicago, where he found work as a Zamboni driver. Chris played for Weber State but got injured and now totes a shovel with the Ice Girls between periods at the United Center, scooping up ice shavings and the occasional octopus when the Redwings are in town.

Lizzy's husband, Steve Ruck, is an NHL official. He's in charge of the clock at the United Center during Hawks games. You see him on TV all the time. Steve's dad was a scorer before him, and his grandfather before him. Hockey runs through bloodlines more than any other sport.

So there's hockey blood in my family, and I cheered the Chicago Blackhawks to their Stanley Cup Championship during this bizarre strike-shortened 2013 season. Championships in this town are rare, and this one feels especially sweet. Congratulations, Blackhawks.





Sunday, June 23, 2013

It's the end of journalism as we know it

Brian Powers
By Ted Slowik
I've worked with many talented people through the years, including some of the 28 photographers fired by the Chicago Sun-Times on May 30. When I saw that CNN hired former colleague Brian Powers to photograph portraits for a piece about the layoffs, I knew it was time to break my silence about my former employer.

I worked in various capacities for the Sun-Times for 10 years, from March 1998 to November 2008. I worked in a cramped office on Jackson Street in downtown Naperville, at the Fox Valley Press in Plainfield, at The Joliet Herald News office on Caterpillar Drive, at The Sun's roomy digs on Ogden Avenue and at the rented offices on Commons Drive in Aurora.

None of those places exists as a newspaper office anymore.

When I came to The Naperville Sun in 1998 as a reporter, it was part of The Copley Press, a family-run business that had acquired The Sun from Harold and Eva White, who had bought it in 1936 from Harold Moser, who founded the paper as a weekly a year earlier. In the early 2000s Copley sold its papers in Naperville, Aurora, Joliet, Elgin, Waukegan and elsewhere to Hollinger, an international company headed by Lord Conrad Black, who also owned prestigious papers like the Jerusalem Post, The Daily Telegraph in the U.K. and Canada's National Post.

Hollinger acquired more Chicago-area papers, like the Daily Southtown, the Gary Post-Tribune and the Pioneer Press group of papers. Black and others would later be convicted of looting the company by skimming hefty fees from these transactions and eventually serve time in prison. Meanwhile, Hollinger divested itself of all but its Chicago-area papers and the company tried on a series of names including Sun-Times News Group and Sun-Times Media Group.

At one time the company published more than 100 newspapers, employing hundreds of people in offices throughout the Chicago area. Now there is only one office, in Chicago. The company no longer owns a press; it contracts with the Chicago Tribune to print and deliver its papers.

Scott Strazzante
I worked with some greats. In Joliet, I used to go on assignments with Scott Strazzante, who won the National Newspaper Photographer of the Year Award in 2000, the Illinois Photographer of the Year Award nine times and shared credit for the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for Investigative Reporting.

In Joliet I worked with Joe Hosey, who investigated the disappearance of Stacy Peterson and wrote the book about convicted murderer Drew Peterson upon which the Lifetime movie was based. Also in Joliet I worked with James Smith, who ended up designing front pages for the Sun-Times. James appeared on "The Oprah Winfrey Show" after Barack Obama's historic presidential win in 2008, and Oprah gushed about James' covers.

In Naperville our front-page designer was Robb Montgomery, who now travels across Europe and Russia teaching Radio Free Europe reporters how to use smart phones, according to his CNN bio. And I've worked with dozens more incredibly talented writers, photographers, editors and designers, like Paul LaTour, Wendy Fox Weber, Bill Wimbiscus, Susie Carlman, Steve Buyansky, Brad Nolan, Jim Owczarski--there are just too many to possibly name but I admire and respect the work of all. (Please forgive me, friends for not mentioning you--it's a dangerous business when you start naming names.)

It must be difficult for craftsmen like Pulitzer Prize-winner John White and the other former Sun-Times photographers to comprehend the elimination of their positions. Maybe some of the shock has worn off in the month since the firings, and maybe some of them feel slightly less lost. But we, collectively, are witnessing the slow death of the art form known as journalism.

Oh, schools can still teach aspiring journalists how to write clearly and concisely, and how to tell stories through photographs, video, graphics and other visual devices. And there'll be old-timers like me around for a generation to tell what it was like in the day when youngsters riding bicycles tossed evening newspapers onto doorsteps.

But gone forever are the smoke-filled, noisy newsrooms glorified in a film like "The Front Page." A reporter working like a lone wolf in the field has no sense of camaraderie with editors. There are no peers around to bounce ideas off of. ("Hey, what do you think of this sentence?") There are no others in desks around you to debate politics, or argue about coaches and players, or relate stories about off-the-record encounters.

As a craft, journalism is changed forever. As a friend in printing says, it's gone the way of the buggy whip.

I blame stupid management and ownership. For decades owning a newspaper was a license to print money. When the Internet revolutionized the news industry the top brass were too dumb to see the business model breaking down. No one grasped how Craigslist would make reliable revenue from classified advertising quickly evaporate. Then came the crash in 2008, and revenue from real estate and other display advertising dried up overnight. As managing editor of a daily newspaper at the start of 2008 I supervised 50 people. When I left that November only 10 of those positions remained.

To this day newspapers cling to an expensive, environmentally unfriendly 19th-century distribution model that involves printing words and images on paper that requires paying people to truck copies around neighborhoods in the wee hours of the day.

Print is threatened, and not just newspapers. Have you seen how thin a Sports Illustrated is these days, and other magazines, those that still exist in print form? And what about mail delivery--how long can the Post Office lose billions a year delivering information--and mostly junk--that could be distributed electronically for practically no cost?

And these rapid changes and bygone ways of life are not limited to journalism. Audiences for television shows are rapidly shrinking as consumers increasingly watch shows on demand on mobile devices. The model for content is rapidly changing as Internet-based channels develop original shows.

We've seen how the Internet upended the music business and book publishing, and now it appears the Hollywood business model is on the brink of collapse. The times they are a' changin', friends. Who knows what it will look like when the dust settles.

Hopefully there will always be a need for good storytellers.

CNN photo of Brian Powers by Andrew Nelles.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Are artists closer to the truth, or just faking it?

By Ted Slowik

"Art is short for artificial."

These words spoken by legendary singer/songwriter Joni Mitchell in a new interview with Canadian Broadcast Corporation's Jian Ghomeshi prompted my wife to exclaim "Bullshit!" from across the room.

Joni was explaining how music is the most intimate of art forms. "The trick is, if you listen to that music and you see me, you're not getting anything out of it," she says at 43:05 into the 100-minute interview. "If you listen to that music and you see yourself it'll probably make you cry and you'll learn something about yourself, and now you're getting something out of it."

"At the point they see themselves in it the communication is complete."

She goes on to compare the performance of one's own songs to an actor performing the work of a playwright. At 1:00:50, she talks about method acting.

"Method acting is being you. It's drawing upon all your sense memory and everything. Method acting is very real. But of course it's art, and art is short for artificial. So the art of art is to be as real as you can within this artificial situation."

Great artists emphasize with their subjects, Joni goes on to say.

"van Gogh's paintings are exaggerated to make the emotional experience of these landscapes real for the deadened, you know. It's not really that blue of a sky, and the stars aren't really that big, but you're not seeing them so he's gonna blow 'em up. So in way it's a lie to get you to see the truth."

As a writer and aspiring musician I related to a lot of what Joni had to say about the process of making art, and if you can find the time I encourage you to watch the whole interview. My wife, who is an actress, director, theatre manager and professor, took issue however with Joni's choice of words that "art is short for artificial."

What do you think? How do you tell the difference between great, real art and a pile of bullshit?