But he’s got some stiff competition. Jesse Blaze Snider did not only a back flip, but a front flip too, which, as we all know, is the way to an mtv viewers’ heart. So log on and vote for my boy Crosby Loggins, and we’ll see what happens next on what is quite possibly the silliest show on television.
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Crosby’s Killin It
He’s made it past the first round, and he’s still kicking ass. I like how he’s playing guitar too. It seems to add a lot of weight to his performances.
From Croz:
“I hope you caught the second week of “Rock the Cradle”! If you didn’t
tune in, it is rerunning a number of time….including NOW!
There are three ways to vote so we can win:
1. go to rockthecradle.mtv.com
2. Text message “3″ to 97979
3. or Call 1-866-979-7903
The polls are open until Saturday (4/12). Vote as many times as you would like. ”
I sent a ton of text votes last week. My phone bill’s gonna be ridiculous.
Footage:
rockthecradle.mtv.com
My friend Croz on MTV this week:
o, there’s this show on MTV next week called ’Rock the Cradle’. It’s like American Idol for kids of rock stars. And my good friend Crosby’s dad is THE Kenny Loggins, so they invited him on. It should be a hoot and it airs on Thurs, April 3rd at 10pm EST. I’m asking everyone I know to watch the show and vote for my man Croz, who should do a bang up job if you ask me.
Thanks!
Forrestt
http://www.myspace.com/crosbyloggins
Excerpts from Crosby’s letter:
As many of you already know, I was recently selected to participate in MTV’s newest reality music competition, “Rock The Cradle”. The show airs LIVE NEXT THURSDAY, APRIL 3 @ 10PM (EST), and will feature the talented offspring of music industry stars facing off each week by performing live in front of a studio audience.
The show is VOTING BASED, and there is an ELIMINATION EVERY WEEK!
Needless to say, the stakes are higher than ever. But we can win!!
I feel its worth saying that my decision to participate in this show was not an easy one. I have spent 7 very hard working years in direct pursuit of my career, putting a tremendous amount of energy into stepping out from behind my father’s shadow. I take great pride in the fact that every aspect of my career, from my management to my band to my record deal, has developed organically and as a result of my own hard work. But the fact remains that I am Kenny Loggins’ son, and that’s not ever going to change.
This show is a huge opportunity for me to fully embrace that reality and move past it into my own career.
SO LETS SPREAD THE WORD!!
Here are some ways we can work together to win:
- WATCH MTV and VOTE NEXT THURSDAY, APR 3 at 10e/9c (online or by text message - stay tuned for voting details).
- Stay informed! Encourage others to go to and JOIN MY MAILING LIST to receive more information and voting details. (Even if you think you’re already on the list, join it again. We’ve updated some things and you won’t receive multiple emails).
- Visit my MYSPACE page and paste the “Digital Stickers” into your own myspace pages to help spread the word. Tell your friends to do the same!
- Forward this LETTER on to your own mailing lists, and post it in your blogs, bulletins and personal web pages.
- Tell everyone you know to VOTE next Thursday, and share these tools to help spread the word!
We can work together to bring real music to the forefront once again! Lets take this thing by storm!
Thank you so much guys.
Very Sincerely,
Crosby Loggins
Crosby Loggins at the Mint pt. 1
I pulled into town around 1:30 pm. It was a beautiful drive, made quicker by the rental car bliss. The feeling of driving a new car makes the time pass quicker. And the stereo was good and loud as well.
I follow the directions to the spot, a place called ‘AMP Rehearsal Studios in North Hollywood. Croz said to look for the lake and you’ll know you’re in the right parking lot. I pull in and see what he’s talking about. Poor concrete design and recent rains made for a soggy parking area. I pull in and park the car, noticing my lack of nervousness. In previous L.A. trips, I get nervous driving around in traffic, but this time is different. The road wears on you like a three day old beard, it makes you look, and sometimes feel, grisled.
It was a nice place to rehearse. It was more impressive than any of the other rehearsal spots in L.A. I’ve been to. There were vending machines in the lobby with guitar strings, blank cds, guitar picks, and 9 volts. All the tell tale signs of an L.A. spot were there, the plethora of music publications scattered about, band stickers plastered everywhere, and positively awful paintings of dead rock stars on the walls and in the hallways. But this place had a nicer vibe to it, it seemed less jaded and elitist than most spots down here. I got the feeling that it was more expensive than the others, making it more for the bigger players who didn’t have time to waste on bullshit. Unlike all the small time guys struggling to be a star, who are more concerned with how they look than how they sound.
There was reggae floating through the hallways from downstairs, where the big rooms are. I found room G and opened the door.
“Hey!” Everyone was there except the drummer. It was like a family re-union. Hugs were exchanged and smiles were genuine.
“How was the drive?”
“Good! The rental car is fun, and the stereo is waaay better than mine, so that’s nice.”
“So here’s the deal, Jarred’s sick. He got on the plane this morning at 4 am in Connecticut with a 100 degree fever. So he’s sleeping right now in the hotel room. We’ll work out all the chords and stuff while he’s gone so we don’t have to waste his time, then we’ll go get him later tonight.” says Crosby, with a newfound band leader confidence, developed from his time spent touring steady as a solo acoustic act.
“Cool. Hey, who’s rehearsing downstairs right now? They sound good.”
Paul interjects with a smile, “Dude, that’s Bunny Wailer! ” Bunny Wailer was the lead guitar player for Bob Marley and the Wailers. “He was just doing an interview in the hallway”
“Damn. That’s cool.”
I set up my bass and jumped right in.
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It was a long and tedious day. We ended up rehearsing until 1 in the morning. We had two food breaks and played the rest of the time. It was worth it, the band was sounding hot. It was good to play with these cats, some of the best around. We hadn’t played together in over 10 months, and we had about 4 songs that were newer material, not stuff that was ironed out previously and recorded, which meant there was plenty of work to do.
The showcase was a pivotal point in Crosby’s career:
“C’mon guys, look how far the last showcase got me, let’s hope this one gets me ever farther.”
He caught himself after saying that, knowing full well that it made is sound like he’s not sticking up for the band and just using us to pursue his personal career. Which of course isn’t the case. Croz is a great guy, a good friend, and a strong performer.
And the band carried on, stoked to be there.
Next: MTV people and dirty, dirty L.A.
The Month of Magazine Write Ups
The Jan. 08 issue of Drum! Magazine has a great write up of my good friend Jarred Pope. They gave him the full spread, two page article, interview and gear diagram. He gave shout outs to three other notable bands that he was in previously, all three of which I was in! Sweet!
And the Feb 08 issue of Guitar Player Magazine has a full two page spread on Crosby Loggins and the new album, giving him props for the scene he’s worked so hard to build. It’s a nice article, talking about his gear and his career. Hey, that rhymed.
Listening to myself
I walked into Boo Boo records today, for a lack of something better to do, cause I can always discover new music and waste countless hours keeping up with all the new releases. I went over to the new release listening booth, which is usually full of a broad range of cds, all genres and styles, mainstream and indie, but all national releases. I think it’s a national service that boo boo’s subscribes to, cause I’ve seen the same displays in many stores around America. So I make the rounds, checking everything out, trying to catch a listen of everything that catches my eye. I’ve discovered some great stuff from this are before. I scan my eyes along the first of four sections and put my ears on everything from the Gorrillaz to Regina Spektor. I eventually make it to the last section and did a quick double take.
Are my eyes deceiving me? It’s the Crosby Loggins slabum that I played bass on! What a nice surprise. I’ve never expected to listen to my own bass lines on these displays. They’ve always been relegated to the ‘big boys’ and major label players. It made me feel pretty good, to be honest.
I looked around. Just as I suspected, no one noticed that I was listening to myself at the listening station. Good, that would have been kind of weird.
The album sounded great through the headphones. Jesse Seibenberg and Jason Mariani really worked some magic with the sonic spectrum on this disc, real crisp highs, lots of presence, tight low ends, a real modern sounding mix.
People always ask me what that group is up to. I always just say that Croz is on an acoustic tour through next year, and then we’ll be hittin it again. I haven’t talked to him in a while, but I hear he’s kicking ass and taking names on the road opening for Joe Bonamasa.
If you get a chance, cop a listen on iTunes:
Month Recap
April, my birthday month, has almost always been good to me. This month had some great gigs, notably the San Diego show with Crosby. Also, I did a recording session with the salsa band, Sabroso, entirely on the Upright bass,
I played with some great new musicians, honed my chops with lessons from Jedi-Master Ken Hustead, got some, learned some. Great month.
There were more than 12 gigs this last month. I’m looking to top that in may, I’ve got 5 gigs this week alone.
And just recently, I won third place in the Drum Competition. That was a hoot. I felt pretty nervous, It’s weird having the entire place stare at you for 3 minutes. I’m used to that sort of thing on stage playing bass, but it was different somehow.
There was definitely some grumbling amongst drummers. Howard, the new owner of the Drum Circuit, told everyone that I was really a bass player, and when I got third, some drummers were a bit peeved. It was all in good fun for me.
Video of Drum Competition coming soon….
Ahhh, Fresno.
Our hero pulls into the run-down town of Fresno with all his gear in tow. ‘Great place for a gig’ he thinks. He’s been a little bit jaded as of late, too many crappy gigs for too little pay. But he rolls with the punches and moves on.
Upon finding the place he can’t believe his eyes. Its a brown and grey desolate neighborhood. Homeless people walking like zombies through the streets. Some sort of 3-block-large food processing plant across the street. ‘At least the club looks decent from the street,’ he thinks.
Recognizing another musician’s car out front, he knows he found the right place. Parking, and locking every door twice, he steps out. A gust of dirt-carrying wind hits him in the face and he recognizes the smell. It’s like a cross between a dairy, a meth-amphetamines laboratory, and dirty socks. Ahhh, the smell of Fresno.
He knocks on the door and looks around him. It appears there is a drug deal going down at the end of the street. The woman, hair nappy and clothes disheveled, walking towards the man on the left side of the street. The man, with loafers and a flannel shirt, is walking from the opposite direction on the right hand side of the street. They both do the old ‘look both ways before you cross the street to buy some crack’ head turn and meet in the middle of the road. A quick transaction, so subtle it’s as if they have been practicing slight of hand with famous magicians. They scatter.
Enthralled in this, he doesn’t notice the door opening in front of him. Our hero turns around and instantly gasps a little bit, caught off guard and unsure of how to act or what to do.
The fellow at the door is an older gentleman with a pronounced hunchback and some sort of disease that makes large, round face growths happen all over his head. When he talks, his head shakes a bit and all the skin sacks on his head wiggle around in a hypnotic fashion.
“Welcome to my club!”
Ahhh, Fresno.
Epilogue
The owner was a great guy, I was just caught off guard, you know? He can brew a mean beer too! The gig goes surprisingly well. The place filled up and it turns out we have our first fan club/street team people ever, and they all live in Godforsaken Fresno. Which means Crosby Loggins will be back.
We actually had a great show!
Who Is This Amazing Woman?
I don’t know, but I know three things:
She’s in Brazil,
She rocks the upright bass with a german grip arco style,
and she’s gorgeous.
Double Bass on Vimeo
Besides that I’m pretty wiped out. The Leadbirds played at SOHO in Santa Barbara last night with Katherine Shorr, this righteously cool singer songwriter lady from LA. It was a great show, even though we had to play a few Christmas songs, which I absolutely loathe, but we had a good time. Great turnout for a wed. night show.
Woke up at Kenny Loggins’ house (He’s out on the road, which meant I could sleep in the guest room!) and drove back to SLO just in time to work 8 hours at the music store as a retail guy. Easy money, hangin in a music store and getting paid. It’s a good music-related supplement to my income. And I happened to sell like $1200 worth of gear for my man Dan Ernst, the owner.
But damn, talk about being wiped out. Had a rehearsal with the Playbacks after work, and needless to say I think I’ll be sleeping in tomorrow…..
Don’t Lock Your Bike Up In West Hollywood
We ‘Showcased’ at the Swing House Mon night. It was pretty interesting. We had one guy show up to the first from EMI and two guys show up to the second slot from Epic. The guys from Epic were literally blown away. The older, experienced guy said ‘It’s the kind of music I could take bong rips to and listen to all night’. Kind of shows where the music industry’s head is at. He singled everyone out for compliments and said he like my ‘Energy’, proving my point that you don’t need to be a good musician, but if you have a lot of energy, boy watch out!
They basically told us what I’ve believed all along. That the Lead Birds need to be playing live and developing a following. It’s as if we are this kick ass band who records a little self produced EP and expects to instantly make it. I think he’s right, we need to show our strong-point, our live show.
Basically though it was a night of sucking off record execs and having nothing to show for it. Typical L.A. B.S.
Like the Bike that was locked up out back and stripped completely.