I haven't written in a while not because I don't think of you, but because life's been so darn busy. Between getting married, getting a new puppy, and gigging like a mad man, well, life is full -…
When the email came in I was on a break between sets at a private club gig. An email address I didn’t recognize, from a Napa venue manager, asking if we wanted to open for Big Bad Voodoo Daddy on…
A few years ago my sister and I made a pilgrimage to the Polish villages where our Mom’s ancestors came from. I asked my sister – who lives in Europe – if we could also go to Auschwitz while we…
2014 was a year of big changes and growth for the Klipptones.
On a grand scale, we finished a nearly yearlong residency at the Palace, and started a new one at a swanky private joint in downtown San Francisco. It’s…
I recently wrote a blog about why I have the best band in the world. At a recent rehearsal/recording session, my sax player Jesse returned the favor. Here's the story:
Because no matter where I drag them (bars all the way out in Livermore, parking lots next to Chevron stations in Millbrae, rickety boat houses in Point Reyes); no matter what I ask them to wear (kilts, piano key ties,…
Sometimes you're in a corner and you just gotta write your way out. So I did, and here's where I ended up. (A little rough around the edges but it won't make your ears bleed.)