Just Thursday. Just Hangin.

Just Dave.



Dave Bernal.

A harmonica.
A Heineken.
A cigarette.
A snort of whisky.
A D-tuned Taylor.
A Vibra-slap™ dangling from a mic stand.
Johnny Stachela on lead guitar.
A haiku (or two).
Hangin'.
That's the scene tonight down here on 4th St.

Also hangin' - Guy, Josef, Candise, Pete Antunes, Melinda, Dave and Cevin.


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Location:4th St,Santa Monica,United States

Ryan Cross : Cat In The Hat

Ryan Cross knows soul. And he knows funk. He knows jazz. And he knows a lot of people - many of which play their musical instruments with such finesse and grace that they have made their way in the world as troubadors.

Tonight the stage is blessed with several of them. Kenny Crouch on keys. The dude simply dazzles his way across, up and down the black and whites, coaxing notes out of that thing that it may not have known it was capable of playing.

Ryan Cross

Kenny Crouch

R.C. and violinist Lea.

Also in the house: Jacob Lutrell, Zane Musa, Urie Norris, Colin Gordon and drummer Cedric Anderson.

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Location:1432 4th St,Santa Monica,United States

Down to it. Monday. It ain't so bad.

Yeah yeah yeah.
I don't like Mondays. No one does. But here we are. Another one.
I have one close friend that I simply never contact on a Monday. She just isn't down. It's a civil enough request.

So unless a major celebrity dies or someone we both know is on TV, we're mute for the day. Tonight, she unexpectedly invited me to the movies.
It was fun.
But I'm here now.
And damn happy.
The bar is crowded.
I hear female laughter.
There is dancing.

Kirk Fletcher's band is onstage.

Travis Carlton on bass. Paulie Cera on sax and singing the blues. Josh Smith on guitar and legendary skinsman James Gadson keeping watch over the funk. Sir Harry Bowen is here and singing sweet soul (the way he does).

It's not complicated.
No need to overthink it. It's only Monday.


J-dizzle in the hizzle.




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