Okay! Here we go again! It’s another brand-new year, full of hope and promise and everything looks rosy! There’s a sense of unity in the country, hell, the world, that humanity has never known. As a species, we all came together, sorta like a fast-spreading virus, and, with the wisdom of God-inspired-science, knocked Covid-19 on its ass before it could even show its ugly ol’ round splotchy head around these parts. Well, not exactly. Denton County recorded a record 2,060 Covid cases in one day about a week ago and it’s been hovering a little below that since. What!?!? A year ago, I was waiting until the cases were below 50 a day, so I could feel fairly okay about going to the dentist. Boy, this decade is sucking pretty bad, so far! Today, I watched the live-streamed funeral of a friend I knew very well, growing up: a neighbor and fellow Baptist church kid. She was about five months older than I am. She was always bubbly and positive. We knew her family so well, I still remember their phone number! Saw them just about every day during my public-school years. In high school, our lives took radically different directions. It appears, she became intensely religious and focused on Jesus while I, of course, became intensely ridiculous and eventually focused on polka. But, we were always super happy to see each other and catch up and discuss the stupid stuff our parents were doing. For some reason, as I understand, she would not get vaccinated and became one of those saddest of statistics, at lightning speed. She started feeling sick one day while visiting one of her children in another state, right after the new year kicked in, went to the hospital rather quickly, and was dead in four days. Story over. I’ve been in a bit of a fog since, trying to wrap my head around just the reality of it all. I live, every day, in a world which believes that Covid-19 was and is a real and present danger. Almost every single person I spend, and have spent, more than one minute around, felt, and feels, exactly the same. We’ve all tried to be good soldiers for the science. I get the flu shot every year and it’s never a big deal. Just got it recently, in fact, at Albertson’s. Plus, a coupon for 10% off my next shopping spree there, because I let them give me the shot. Then I bought some spinach, I think, but didn’t blow the 10% on that. Oh, no. I’m gonna wait until I’m ready to spend something like $200 there! You know, for like a couple of boxes of kitty litter and some potatoes. Ka-ching! My point is that it was easy for me to just follow the evolving science because we all follow basic rules of science a million times a day, just doing stuff. Oh, the wonderful world of science! I liked science films in grade school. Most of them were pretty old. And we also watched film strips. I enjoyed watching teachers fumble with all of that clunky equipment. Not to laugh at them, just to watch them, as they heroically struggled. Google “film strips,” if you don’t know what they are and if you want to waste time finding out something underwhelming and only interesting if you were a kid who remembers actually watching them. But, somehow, I knew the technology was unruly and cumbersome and would someday be archaic. Whatever, back to my point. I am quite aware not everyone lives in my bubble. I’ve always known that, but it has surprised me how many people abandoned science this time around. Eradicating a deadly pandemic seems like the kind of thing everyone would get on board with and automatically look to the experts for guidance, rather than outlets like THE NATIONAL ENQUIRER. But, as I said, not everyone lives in my bubble. No matter what, it’s been a weird week.

Hey, let’s talk about music. I will be starting to work soon on three resurrected Tiny Tim/Brave Combo tracks. We decided not to include them the first time around, 25 years ago, but the things I didn’t like about them then don’t seem so unworkable now. I’m having a hell of a time finding Tiny, though, to get him to redo a couple of vocal lines. Anybody seen him since he and Elvis were hanging out with Andy Kaufman and Amelia Earhart (lovely couple)? Speaking of famous dead people, my wife and I visited Jim Morrison’s grave in Paris once. There were guitar picks all over it. It was lightly raining, but we purchased an umbrella, just before entering the cemetery. I know you think I mainly told you that so you would think I was cool. You’re probably right, but a bunch of other famous dead people were there, too. We got a map of all of the graves with the umbrella.

Back to music. On Friday, February 11th, Brave Combo will be playing a groovy-to-the-max show with our ol’ buddy, Jad Fair, who was, during Brave Combo’s early years, half of Half Japanese, an influential sorta punk band he formed with his brother. Jad’s music is uniquely his and we think this will be a spectacular event. I’m trying to get our friend, and Denton legend, Paul Slavens, to do the show with us, as well. Why not give people something to see and hear. I hope it gets to happen. We were supposed to play the Denton Mini Folk Festival this weekend, but, as I mentioned earlier, over 2000 people tested positive for the virus in one day, five days before the festival and the promoters did the right thing, postponing it until Spring. Thumbs up! We had some crazy stuff to play. It’s cool. We can get the songs a little tighter and I can make my folk dancing a little smoother.

We are, by design, keeping the calendar light and, for now, only booking outdoor spaces still. You know, we wanna rip, without worrying about spitting and sweating on people, because we want to spit and sweat on people and want them to do the same to us; to get lost in the moment, without staring at a bunch of masks reminding you not to get lost in the moment. Yeah, it’s best to wait a bit longer before acting like everything is normal again. It’s really not that much fun to just go through the motions while your mind is worrying about getting sick and/or encourage people to cram into an indoor space and pretend everything is A-okay. Oh, whatever, life is fun and the world of Brave Combo is getting busier by the second. We’re rehearsing again and are thinking about live-streaming one of those soon. Also, I’m still feeding cats behind the office. Let’s rock!

Below is a new video of an old Argentinian tango. I was just messing with the song one night recently and decided to rearrange it and write English lyrics. I haven’t worked on the bridge yet, but you’ll get the idea where the song is going.

One more thing. We took our 15-year-old dog, Foxey, to the vet this week, with some of her freshly acquired urine, and she and the urine were both fine. And she’d lost two pounds since our vet visit a couple of months earlier. On the way home we bought her a sack of donuts for getting such a good report.

Be smart and responsible and keep your eye on what we’re doing. It’s all getting stranger and, perhaps, even more entertainingly interesting.

December 2021 is going away, but Covid-19 is here to stay. It was a strange holiday season. Plans were made and plans were canceled. Usually, in the first half of December every year Brave Combo plays two or three club shows somewhere in Texas, two or three city-sponsored holiday concerts in the DFW area and, of course, our classic zip through the Midwest with potential tour stops in four of our favorite cities: Lincoln, Kansas City, St. Louis, and Chicago. But 2021, taking its cues from 2020, has been way different. We decided it wasn’t quite time to pack folks into indoor venues, so we abandoned 3/4 of our normal annual routine early on and, as it turns out, feel like it was the right thing to do. But it still sucks. We were able to do three local shows and had a fine time rockin’ the Christmas classics, Brave Combo-style, but the fog is thick, and no one really knows the way out. Our friend, Mr. Omicron, has, apparently replaced air, based on the inevitability of becoming infected, so the new reality continues to resemble an old-style carnival funhouse maze with crazy mirrors, but without the damn cotton candy. I like cotton candy and have always been fascinated by it. Spun sugar. It immediately melts away when it enters your mouth. Cool colors, too. Overall, it seemed like a low yuletide. All of the actors in the Christmas ads on TV looked like they were faking it. I didn’t really buy anyone’s excitement and, frankly, didn’t even hear much holiday-themed music anywhere. It seemed to come and go, but time feels different, too. If you could turn time into an old-fashioned carnival funhouse maze with crazy mirrors, that’s how it feels. A new day is definitely dawning and it’s likely to be weirder than ever.

On the other hand, I like a challenge, which is one advantage to having lots of pets constantly squirming about. To make it workable for everyone, you must be turned on by the trial-and-error of it all. But all that nonsense aside, a change is being forced on us all, and some things will never be as they once were. Even before humans met the virus, live music, as a whole, was struggling. It was no longer a given that a substantial segment of the public would make listening to musicians play and sing their first choice for a night’s entertainment. Perhaps the new movers and shakers are simply getting their souls nourished another way. Or, perhaps the magic of live music doesn’t compute as an escape for most people these days. And I totally get it. It takes a lot for a music performer to not come off as a poser. Often it just looks like shtick; like there’s no real substance or any good reason for all the “mystery.” But, you know what? Intriguing, fantastic, beautiful music is actually everywhere if you have a smartphone or some kind of computer. And to find it all you have to do is care enough to wonder and look and listen. Authenticity is not dead. The world is overflowing with inspired and inspiring sounds. The big difference between now and, let’s say, the 1990s, is that 25-30 years ago the common person put live music, from the local bar to the nearby arena, on a pedestal. A musician/performing artist was the coolest thing you could be and almost everyone agreed with and supported that impression. And in those days, and earlier, the public looked to musicians and other edge dwellers to define “hip.” Most ordinary, run-of-the-mill people felt inadequate in that department. Also, there just weren’t that many outlets for information about the groovy music scene, and when you were able to snag a mention in ROLLING STONE or SPIN you automatically reached a bunch of the “right” people; those who sorta thought the way you did. Now the scene is a jam-packed multi-layered mish-mash of whatever, with no central focus; constant info overload. And it had to eventually turn into this. Events and trends and styles have all done what they were destined to do. As a guitarist, I can’t own my very first distortion booster (fuzz box) and hear it for the first time again. I had to move on from that new and exciting moment. And once the momentum of “what’s next” kicked in, old didn’t necessarily cut it anymore. And it doesn’t for me now, either.

Brave Combo has always been more about looking forward than backward; to take the past, try to reinvent it and present it in a new way. And now, even in the current crowded landscape, the goal is the same; to make as much money as possible and get the hell out of the damn game before it completely collapses! Just kidding. That’s goal number two. Number one is to find the hole and jump through it. And, in defense of 2021/2022, if I have something brilliant to share with anyone, I can knock out a video in minutes and have it, theoretically, in your brain instantly. And all I must do is come up with something mind-blowing, which gets your attention and holds it for a few seconds. Therefore, I’ve decided to write only one-minute songs for a while. If you want ‘em to be longer, just play ‘em twice. See! Fun is easy!

Don’t forget to check our itinerary on occasion. New dates will be added, as we assess the current Covid-19 threat level. AND we’re also planning to delight you with better virtual and live-streaming Brave Combo experiences in the new year. Maybe more than you care to endure. In fact, BC new music assault is coming your way soon.

Goodbye, dear 2021!