Steve Madewell

Pedestrian Ramblings

Bass Lake was nice last night, and I have to thank Steve Howell. Evidently there was some confusion in the schedule and he graciously let me perform. Todays Sparx in the City was great. Lots of traffic, good positive feed back and a nice way to close out my street performances...until the Gallery Hop. Which is coming up in September!
I really enjoyed being able to get back to southwest Ohio to do a performance for the Darke County Park District. I played a two hour show at the Shawnee Prairie Nature Center for a about a hundred people. The stage location at the nature center takes advantage of a natural geologic land-form called a Kame. That is basically a gravel deposit formed when the last glacier was retreating. The hillside makes a natural amphitheater where folks sat on lawn chairs and enjoyed the music and the bugs. I just love the laid back atmosphere provided by the surrounding agricultural lands and the ambience of the deep history that covers the land. The park is situated where Fort Greenville was located. The sky for the drive down and back was incredibly dramatic. Mj and I drove the back roads back home for a great part of the trip and enjoyed taking in the country side and the many small towns were drove through. Thanks Mandy for putting it together and having me back again.
Wednesday I was doing the background music set at Gamekeepers Inn. I approach this as a very laid back gig. I generally don’t even introduce the songs I am playing. After all it is such a nice patio, there really isn’t much to do except add a little ambiance! Anything more than that would be overbearing. This gives me a nice opportunity to play through many of the new tunes I am working on. For whatever reason, I had a number of old friends appear that I hadn’t seen in a while, and met some new one too. It really was a great night for the kind of gig that it is. When I got home I found out that Arrow Creek had been reviewed by CoolCleveland. I have posted the brief review on my press page or you can check it out directly by going to Last night I did a Sparx in the City set down on west 6th. All sorts of folks were hustling to the Browns preseason game, including Lance, Cindie and Gary. I can’t say it was perfect venue, but Sparx is a great program to get performing arts on the city streets. I wasn’t sure what the weather was going to do and sure enough around 8:10 a big blow came ashore and thanks to Stephanie and Sean I was able to get everything out of the storm. Looking forward to the Darke County Park District performance tomorrow night in Greenville Ohio.
I played at two different venues at Vintage Ohio yesterday. The Lake Metroparks Farm Park is a great setting for this event. Multiple stages, all sorts of music, well over ten thousand people for each day of the two day event. My first show was 3-6 at the fine arts tent, and it was a very pleasant setting. Nice spot for people to sit eat lunch and drink their wine. Other than a bit of cross bleed from the bigger stages it was near perfect. Met a bunch of folks and had an enjoyable time. The second venue at the "wine store" check out area was 6-9 and I was in a big rush to get from one place to another so I just threw my stuff up behind the check out tables. I provided ambiance for the folks waiting to process their sales. Passed out 2008 schedules and made several contacts with many new wineries. Hopefully will set the stage for some future performance opportunities. I missed playing at Wertzstock. the big home town bash, but I am sure they had a good time without me. Hopefully I'll make it next year!
I have a number of brothers, three biological brothers and several others that fit that brotherly category. Dave Noble the park systems current director and I have worked together for nearly twenty years and worked on things together for even longer. Dave has biological brothers too, and one day in the office when we were sharing notes about our brothers it dawned on me that he and I have spent more time together as adults than we have spent with our brothers. Sort of an interesting revelation. I have several musical brothers that I have made a lot of music with. Vance Wissinger is one of several. Vance and I have done hundreds of gigs together, seen a lot of things go down and Vance and I can tell a few stories. Some of these associations have come about as a function of time spent together and others have some other sort of “connection”. For example Bob Hollister and I have not played nearly so much together but for whatever reason are still connected. A few years ago I ran into Alex Bevan. I had met Alex at Miami University just in passing, and we got re acquainted some fifteen years later. Alex and I have played a bit a music, worked on a few projects, helped each other out from time to time, and I am happy to say we are pretty good buds. This past week, while I was transferring tunes from disk to the computer, I noticed how Alex had signed the disk he gave me last fall. It is a lovely project called Fall and Angels. It said To Steve a brother in music. Well this weekend Alex came to my rescue like a big brother. I was playing at the Lake House, and the deck was packed. Simply packed. Instead of setting up in the corner, I had to set up on the end. After I had everything set up, I went to pull my PA mixer back a bit and stepped on the mic cable as I was picking it up. As simple as that seems, it was enough to trash the cable. NO big deal, I always have a couple spares in the bag or stashed in the car……not this time. Alex lives down the way so I called him and left a message. After exhausting a few other alternatives, I started to do an instrumental set. Word came that Alex was on his way! In a few minutes, like a big brother to the rescue, Alex came bounding down the stairs cable in hand and said “I was in the shower when you called, I am between gigs, up from Akron and on the way to Eastlake. Here you go.” Of course I said thanks, and also “Ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Alex Bevan, I now can sing.” Which prompted the front table to ask Are you kidding is that Alex Bevan? Sure I said. One guy jumped up and said “Let me get my picture taken with him!” So being the ever-obliging, but ever rushing Grammy winning soul that he is, Alex stopped to pose with this guy. It was quite the buzz for the next few minutes. So like the perfect big bro, he not only saved my butt but graciously added a nice dimension to the show by just being there. Thanks Alex!!
Bass Lake was really nice this week. Perfect weather and a good group of folks showed up. Nice to see Pat and her gang from Akron. A great surprise. And I got to learn about the upcoming Hobo convention in Brit Iowa. Far out! Who knew? Last night I did a pick up gig with Al and Andrew Bonnis and Randy the percussionist at the Chester Tavern. It was a great time to play with a band and by the end of the night we had a pretty good groove happen. Tonight is the Lake House, and then tomorrow is the Little Mnt Heritage Fest. and I'll be a tired old dog. Aint no pup no more!
The summer doldrums was a term that sailors used to describe a windless period that would set in during the middle of the summer. Stuck on a big sailing vessel in the middle of the ocean in the hottest part of the summer doesn't seem like a lot of fun to me. However sailors practiced all sorts of things to while the time away waiting for the weather to change and the wind to return. I thought about this after playing last Saturday at the Old FIre House. It was stifling hot, humid and there wasn't a hint of breeze coming off of the lake. I connected with the crowd on my very first tune but had to stop to adjust the PA a bit, and lost them just that quickly. The remainder of that set and for the next two was touch and go. It was just to hot and humid to be comfortable outside unless you were just sitting still. I really couldn't expect people to get too thrilled about anything I was doing, and just had to hope they were sitting there and enjoying themselves. It's moments like this when you wonder to yourself "What am I doing this for?" And then some one comes up and says, "We Are really enjoying your music." And suddenly it all seems worth it. In the third set percussionist Dave Hunter and his wife Shelly showed up and it was nice to have a familiar face in the crowd. Interestingly I had a hat on that Dave had given me. I just had a hunch they would show up. For the fourth set, the breeze kicked up, the crowd engaged and I finished up feeling pretty good about the day. And sailed away from the summer doldrums.
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It is mid July. One of my friends Bert Carlisle always used to say that after the fourth of July the summer was winding down. For me it is just arriving. It is very hot outside. I was in my late twenties when I realized that July was the hottest month of the year. Up until then I had mistakenly blamed August for my summer misery. Generally speaking I don’t like hot weather, or should I say in my younger years I didn’t like hot weather. My disposition seems to be turning ever so slightly. Due to the day’s hot temperatures it seemed like a good night to cook outside, and it just so happened that I had venison roast thawed in the refrigerator. So after a brief bath in a bit of olive oil and some seasonings, it has made it’s way to the grill and I am killing time while the roast cooks. I simply can’t do a roast on the grill with out thinking of Gary Pack. Gary and Linda were friends of ours when we were down in Greene County Ohio. They split up shortly after we moved to Geauga County and we lost touch. I think Gary spends some time in Costa Rica every year but other than that I haven’t a clue what he is up to now and I don’t know what has become of Linda. Gary had an amazing comprehensive ability. He was one of few people that I have met that can read some thing and then just do it. He had gotten into deer hunting somewhat late in life, and at that point in history the deer population had not yet exploded in the eastern United States. It was a big deal just to see a deer in the early 80’s in Ohio, especially in the southwest part of the state where we lived. Working as a Ranger Naturalist (bar musician) I was never really “fiscally solvent”, and Mj and I were always scavenging just to eat. I really mean it. Before the kids came along, well actually let me rephrase that, when the kids were still little there were times we collected returnable pop bottles for the refund to buy bread and eggs. That is when we coined the term bottle assets. As long as we had returnable pop bottles under the kitchen sink we had “bottle assets”. So yes things were a little tight and I’m sure you get the picture. Whenever I got a deer, it was a wonderful thing, and we were committed to making every meal count. It wasn’t long until Mj and I had both developed some very good approaches to cooking venison I had also learned some very important rules for dealing with venison. First deer fat and marrow tastes bad and goes rancid quickly. Second, when the meat is over cooked it gets tough and tastes gamey, and finally how you butcher a deer is pretty important. We concluded that when prepared properly venison is so delicious that it was really a travesty to grind any meat into burger. Ironically, many people we know think that is the most practical way to prepare a deer because they don’t like the taste of the steaks and the roasts. So they grind the whole thing up and use it in chili and spaghetti sauce. It was early January when Gary stopped by my office to tell me that he had killed his first deer. He had shot it with a muzzle-loading rifle and was on his way to the butcher. I asked him how he was going to have it butchered, and of course he said he was going to have it ground up into burger because he didn’t care for the taste of venison other wise. I told him that was a huge mistake, and that I would bet a pay check that he wouldn’t regret following the directions I was about to tell him. Gary by the way paid more in taxes every year than I grossed in annual income so the bet meant a heck of a lot more to me than it did to him. Much to his chagrin and with a great deal of persuasion on my part, I had convinced him to give the butcher my instructions. A few weeks later Gary and Linda were over at the house for dinner and I knew that Gary’s deer was still at the butcher. Ohio typically has what is called the January thaw and we were enjoying the warm weather we were grilling hamburgers on the grill. Before everyone sat down to eat I slipped back outside and threw a venison roast on the grill and covered it. The charcoal had burnt down and there was a nice, very low even heat. A few hours later I grabbed a saltshaker and a sharp knife and ask Gary to “Come check this out”. It was well past dark by this time and Gary couldn’t see what I was carving on, or how rare the meat was. I will never forget his response, as he tasted it. He couldn’t believe it was venison. So he called for Linda and Mj and the three of us stood in the dark and ate the roast as I carved it into bite size pieces. It is funny how certain memories come to mind from such events. But I am thankful that they do. Yet another reason for me to be grateful for the deer I killed this year and the memories that it has brought back to me tonight as I have prepared it. The roast should be about done.
People that I have played music with. There are a whole lot of folks that I have played music with in various and sundry musical pursuits, and for some time I have thought about listing them. I don’t know why other than a tribute to things that they gave me in the experiences that we had. Some of them no longer play or are no longer with us. There are some I may have omitted. But here is starting with the first Garage Band. These are grouped by bands, some of which I can no longer remember the name, or by era, and some names reappear cause I played with em in several incarnations: West Milton 1969 Jeff Butts Terry Penkal Scott Flowers 1970 Tim Mote JD McKnight 1971 Wissingers’ Palace Steve Penkal Vance Wissinger Rick Gowdy Tim Mote Craig Foreman John Tomlinson Wayne Jackson Dave Everhart Tim Mote Steve Penkal Larry (Murf) Burnette Tim Mote Bob Gross 1974 Doc Holiday Dennis McDowell Larry Taylor Mark Hilt Dave Hilt Joe Rosenbaum Vance Wissinger John Rhoer Kevin Bert Gary Kurvis 1975-78 Oxford Years Rich Scheurmann Kurt Anderson Mark Grieger Kurt Anderson Caroline Quine Vance Wissinger Fred Rice Dave Young Zutty Sekora 1979 @ The Trolly Stop years Vance Wissinger Tim McKenzie Steve Hampton Dan Cel Astrid Socrates Scotty Robinson Greg Hawhee Dougie the Drummer Doug Hoskins Doug Hamilton 1980 Roy Calhoun Band (The Trophy Club Experience) Roy Calhoun Hawse Vance Wissinger Rick Gowdy Roy Calhoun Band second edition Craig Schaffer Chris Bresenski Pat Hailey The Steve Madewell Band Astrid Socrates Bill Baldock Michael Clutter Vance Wissinger Paul North Late As Usual various members Al Bonnis Vance Wissinger Chris Otto Donnie Philips Mark Mutterspah Drew Bonnis The First Pat Dailey Band Pat Dailey Alex Bevan Tommy Dobeck Ron Jarvis The Madewell Brothers Band Jeff Madewell Mike Gross Vance Wissinger Ron Randal Recent efforts and a number of incidental and recording occurrences Todd Blum Billy Lesstock Bill Watson Bob Hollister Caroline Quine And other I just haven’t mentioned.

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