Upcoming Dates for Tim Young

Hi.  Just had this idea.  Broadjam, who hosts my music website, has updated their system.
However, apparently, not considering that not all computers are able to make the jump
to updated browsers etc.  So, to hell with them.  Posterous is now going to take up the slack
of my news, gigs and other updates I would usually put with Broadjam.

NEW YEARS EVE.

Tim Young/Solo Loco will be performing New Years Eve, December 31st, at the
Bull Moose Saloon located at 354 W. 44th street in Hell's Kitchen.

Also appearing will be DJ Spike who will fill in the gaps between sets with a combination
of super tasty rock, metal, industrial and R&B.

The show all gets under way around 11PM until the wee hours.  A small cover charge
will be in place. 

Tim will rock the joint with his original tunes and a few devastating covers.  Electric
guitar all the way.

Stay tuned for info about the January 17th gig at
Bull Moose.  Party Time is in full swing.

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This Modern World

via salon.com

Tom Tomorrow rocks. I used to see this in the Village Voice but now I see it at Salon.com. This is part the first so I'm looking forward to the next one.
Enjoy.

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Patti Smith: Dream of Life . Documentary Film. Trailer . POV on PBS

via youtube.com

Not all Rock docs explore the inner workings of an artist like this Patti Smith film: 'Patti Smith: Dream of Life.' I got to see it earlier this year when it played the Film Forum here in New York and so I can say, for me, it more than satisfies. Even if you are not familiar with Smith's music, the film will carry you to a place where, if you are into rock n roll at all, you will be lifted higher in spirit.

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Capitol Records Sues Vimeo for 'Lip-Dubbing' - Nashville Music - Nashville Scene - Nashville Cream

via blogs.nashvillescene.com

This is a 'must' share item. If you don't remember the title you will remember the song once it starts up. The people in this office all turn out to be performers of the highest rock n roll caliber. Awesome.

Capitol records wants to put a stop to stuff like this. Somebody always telling us what to do or not do. To hell with them, let's rock!

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Crazy Heart Trailer Unveils Jeff Bridges' Likely Oscar Performance | Movieline

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Jeff Bridges, so the talk goes, will be up for an Oscar with this performance. He has been nominated four times previous. I wish him good luck. Looks like an interesting film from this. Robert Duvall is also featured. There's one moment in this trailer when Jeff is shot at profile and I swear he looks just like Kris Kristofferson. They are friends too.

I can identify big time with this character because he is in his late fifties still hacking around and that's where you'll find me.

Since I'm going on about Jeff Bridges, if you are a fan be sure to check out the 'Men Who Stare at Goats' film. His character is one to break the heart. Maybe that's what all this crazy heart is about. The Dude can do such things...

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Work Today

What a blast.  Now just to take a step back.  'Work Today' is the anthem from the record
previous to The Cost and that is Red.  Red was recorded here in New York City  at Planet Grey
Studios on the Lower East Side.  A cool guy by the name of George Grant helped me produce
the tunes.  Don't know where he is now but we did work together as a team on Red.  I really
enjoyed it. 

The photo is from a bar that has passed on but it was known as Bellevue.  It was the best.
The 'rest room' was a done over meat locker.  Imagine those kind of jokes.  Never a dull
moment at Bellevue. RIP.

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Tim Young Band - "Kerouac"

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Jack Kerouac. I had the chance to see the original scroll of teletype paper that he typed the first draft of 'On the Road' on at the Whitney Museum here in New York several years ago. Talk about vibes. Man, one could feel the energy still pouring off that paper and it was enclosed in glass. Didn't matter. It was as if the benzedrine soaked pages could reach out and touch and inspire without ever even reading a word of the tale.

The song is this video is my homage to Mr. K and we shot it in Greenwich Village where Jack, Allan Ginsberg, Neal Cassidy and all used to hang out. I'm hoping you really dig this one Jack. You make it such fun to play every time.

This song appears on the album The Cost.

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Excerpt from WRITING WITH WINE by Tim Young winner NaNoWriMo 2009

Fuck it.  I grab my wool sport coat which barely fits now that I have doused myself with all these extra layers and head out the door.  The front door is not stuck but I am having little success in pushing it open.  I realize after entirely too many seconds passed by that it is the wind at war with me and the door.  At last my muscles dig in and defeat the wind and they are not achy.  I don't react to the weather at first.  I'm looking down my street; I see the litter, newspapers, plastic bags, coffee containers, empty cigarette packages blowing and swirling together.  Miniature tornadoes colliding with each other and the street light poles and sides of buildings.  It's a mess,  Finally I find myself pulling at my collars and making sure my sleeves are all rolled down.  The wind is icy.  My body heat is leaking fast as i make the corner and can duck into the deli.  The damn door is locked. I see someone inside there but they are ignoring me.  I turn my head to escape a blast of a gust and observe that the avenue is vacant.  I do not see a soul.  I see the traffic lights are working and the walk, don't walk signs but there are no people around to do either.  The fog is thick as soup.  That must be why I'm not able to see anyone else.  The deli must be closed for repairs or something.  i walk up to the next one and see that inside someone is making a purchase but as I grab for the door handle that same person runs over to the door and turns the lock.  I look directly into the eyes of this person and it is then I feel i have morphed into a  block of ice.  My feet weigh too much for me to lift them and the eyes now send fire down my frozen veins as i stare into the unforgettable face of Lucky.  The bones of Lucky.  The mirage of his skull moving with the muscles of his face.  The medicine of Lucky.  He recognizes me immediately, unlocks the door and pulls me inside.  My eyes are glued to his.  He arranges two cigarettes in his mouth, lights them and passes one to me.  My voice is lost.  My mind a blank.  Feels like his medicine is now coursing through me melting all the ice that had clogged my veins only minutes before.  From the rear of the store I now see more Skulls walking towards me.  Not with indifference or disdain like before but now with an interest in me.  Like why am I sitting here on a stack of Poland spring waters smoking a cigarette with Skull number one.  Outside the once again locked door, the mist and fog continue to blow like manufactured smoke at a rock show.  In that moment I realized that i had averted my eyes from the bones of Lucky for a few seconds.  When I look back he has tossed his cigarette to the floor.  At least a dozen other skulls have now created a loose semi circle around myself and Lucky.  I am still smoking.  Not a soul has said a word.  There begins a tension in the air as the smoke from my cigarette floats above and in front of me.  Again I am feeling the complete outsider.  I decide it must be me who breaks the ice.  The moment I open my mouth to speak, thunder booms outside.  The shelves of products shudder and the other Skulls all exchange a quick glance while Lucky now finally has something to say.
"Look me in the eyes, Henry Jackson.  I awaited your return to Skull and Crossbones.  I know that you were contemplating your return visit.  I know the many thoughts of me that lived inside of you.  You could sense that I was strong with the 'medicine' as you came to call it but the thoughts you never discovered is how deep into the 'medicine' you are and always have been.  Only one such as you, Henry, would be able to move myself and the brothers away from our lair.  Our power, our remarkable strength and skills diminish as we move away from Skull and Crossbones, from the shores of the East River and the pull of the ancient bay where rivers and ocean mingle.  You, on the other hand, do not appear to have such built in weakness.  Once I became aware of this freedom to move in you I knew that our meeting was inevitable.  The skull that we carry as our badge of strength and power with you resides on your insides.  It needs no camouflage.  We risk our life and limb to bring to you word of an invitation."

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