South By South West.....Next Week!

Newsflash; this just in from Sxsw.com:
CLB Blog and Lou Reed Tribute Show

cindy lee berryhill featured @ sxsw.com


Meanwhile: Here's my updated SXSW Schedule (2/2)

Weds 3/12

12:30-1:30pm 

Paul Williams/Crawdaddy panel

A tribute and discussion; Crawdaddy was the first intelligent magazine of rock, a breeding ground of great writers, is there anything comparable today? Is the kind of rock writing that Paul instigated and nurtured in 1966 still relevant or influential today? Please come join in on the discussion!

 Panelists: 

Ed Ward, David Fricke, Ann Powers, Paula Mejia 

and moderator: cindy lee berryhill

Austin Convention Center-room 13AB

Weds 3/12

9pm-9:40

Cindy Lee Berryhill 

with her Garage Orchestra

featuring: David Schwartz-fuzz bass, Renata Bratt-cello

Randy Hoffman-percussion/drums/metal heater, Paula Luber-vibraphone 

@Esther's Follies 525 E 6th St. Austin, TX

Fri 3/14

7:30pm

The Official SXSW Tribute To Lou Reed

with Alejandro Escovedo, Richard Barone, Cindy Lee Berryhill,The Baseball Project (w Peter Buck, Steve Wynn, Scott McCaughey, Linda Pitmon) Suzanne Vega, Garland Jeffrey's, Cheetah Chrome, Spandau Ballet, Louise Goffin, Bobby Bare Jr, Wayne Kramer, Sharon Needles, Lucinda Williams, Sean Lennon, Chuck Prophet, Lenny Kaye, and more ..stay tuned!

@ Paramount Theater

713 Congress Ave, Austin 




Going Through Photos...1992

Paul Williams German publishing agent Dieter and his Japanese agent Mr Asano 1992.

In preparation for the Paul Williams/Crawdaddy panel at SxSW this next month I've been going through folders of photographs looking for possible slides. Meanwhile coming across some of these photos that have deep feeling and meaning on a personal level. 

Grieving the loss of someone that slipped away so slowly... is an odd animal. Sometimes relief, sometimes numb, suddenly sad, and all the while remembering the beauty of the soul alongside the very corporeal human being. 

Oddly, the connection between souls that meet and mingle in the deeper sense, transcends the death. At least that is how it feels. He's gone, but right here. What do you want from me Paul? 

Play music, express love, feeeelll.

In Orange Country at the home of a friend that connected with Paul via his book Das Energi;  

Clb, Donna Grace and Paul during the 1992 BEA 

Book Convention in Anaheim

I was working for a book store, Joseph Tabler Books, at the time and it happened we had a booth at the book fair. Turned out Paul and Donna were there too..

CLB, Gary Heffern, John Doe and The Sidewalk Scene

Post by The Sidewalk Scene.






Just having a little fun with the guys, sitting in on The Weight.

Growing Up California

My dad and I in the Sierra's. We had just moved to the central valley town of Delano and he loved driving us out on the two lane blacktop roads all around the area, exploring. I'm not quite sure what year this was but likely the same year my mother moved back to Hermosa Beach while my dad kept his job as a business manager of the Delano High School. He looked so important at his job with the desk and the secretaries that fawned over me and my blue eyes.

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Wildflowers, and fields of poppies...

Another shot my dad took with his Brownie camera, somewhere on a two lane between the Sierra's and Delano, Tulare and Bakersfield. This one became the cover for my 4th album. 

This bongo girl was taken a few years earlier than the others, while we were still living in Hermosa Beach. I recognize the wood panel walls of the beach, and my favorite flannel pjs. My dad and I would sing songs together and from appearances, play bongos. I remember these being some kind of furry hide.

At night I was afraid of the dark, alone in my room, and would have a tough time going to sleep. My dad could be very comforting during these times. He was actually quite patient. He'd let me get settled into bed and then he'd come in and sit by me and tell me stories, often pertaining to our favorite movies. The best "story" went something like this...

"I'm walking down the main street of downtown Delano and I hear a big noise suddenly, it goes...ba-da-dee-dump. I look around and nothing is there. What was it! Then again it comes ..ba-da-dee-dum-dump. A very big sound then nothing and no one. What could it be? Then again it starts up and I realize it's a trumpet and a drum and then a band a big marching band and it's turning the corner heading my way, with a little girl leading the band with her baton at the very front and they are playing Seventy Six Trombones from the music man, with this little girl leading them down the street. "

What a good dad he was. Within minutes I felt empowered and able to handle the dark night of my room on my own. Oh, and with the assistance of the radio station my dad would put on when he'd leave the room, Radio Delano -50 watts of power, playing old World War 2 standards nightly.

My best friend was Lisa Mashburn. We were girls that sorta wanted to be boys. We'd play cowboys and ride bikes with banana seats, we'd make drawings of things like dinosaurs and sell them to the elderly people on the block from our wagon and we'd play Beatles wherein we would be Ringo or Paul and pretend girls were chasing us around the house and we'd have to hide. 

Another adventure with daddy.

With my dad and my little sister Tami. This is in either Fresno or Bakersfield...

Tami was rarely up with us in the Central Valley she lived with my mom and grandmother in Hermosa. My dad was the classic 60s man, cigarette in hand, dashing with his wavy black hair, olive colored skin and slender physique. He told me his mom, grandma Berryhill, never thought any woman was good enough. Somehow he got by.

Gary Heffern and Friends

(photo: Taylor M Murphy)

This month's Casbah anniversary shows were all fabulous. Gary Heffern, front man for legendary San Diego punk band the Penetrators, flew in from Finland and created a real ruckus. I'm thankful for him to get me, and other musician friends, back into The Casbah and playing together again. Here are a few highlights from my appearances with Gary these past few weeks. 

Gary and I singing our hearts out. This was a night with X and Gary Heffern's all star band including Eric Bacher and Joe Piper on guitars, Ray Brandes helping lead the band through the changes and Craig Packham on drums, Mark Z on bass. Wow what a night.

Singing The Weight with Ray Brandes, Gary and John Doe, and Eric Bacher

(b+w photos: David Doyle)

Singing w Gary on his song, That's The Beauty Of The Little Things. 

Gary you are all heart. Thank you for coming back to SD for just enough time to stir up shit and make our heads spin round

(photos Jason DeBord)

So here's my request for the year: more of this please