The Royal Vynes Rock Blog Tuesday, July 15, 2014 In October 2013, The Royal Vynes set out for West Palm Beach to play at the Norton Museum of Art. On this Halloween night, we set up in the courtyard of the museum to start our 4-hour set at 5 p.m. The air and sun were overbearing until a soft rain came in to cool off the open-air atrium; luckily we were under part of the building's roof. We played a variety or original and cover songs, including an acoustic version of Metallica's "Enter Sandman," which made an impression on some in the crowd. We hit the town after the show to get some dinner. The main strip was similar to St. Petersburg's Central Avenue, but with even more people because of the holiday. We had delicious soft tacos and margaritas at Rocco's Tacos. We stayed just up the road at Hotel Biba, a tropical, shabby chic hotel on Belvedere Rd. They had one of the tastiest continental breakfasts I've had in a while with sweet doughy pastries, Greek yogurt cups, and a splash of hazelnut cream in my coffee. With sand still in my toes from the Atlantic beach, we drove into the vast greatness again that is the central state of Florida. Surprisingly, what there is to see driving from West Palm Beach to the Tampa Bay area is open, endless sky with flat marsh and streams. I won't forget West Palm's prehistoric lizards, well-guarded beach condos and outlandish yachts at every turn. Posted by theroyalvynesrockblog at 7:31 AM Email This BlogThis! Share to Twitter Share to Facebook Share to Pinterest Copyright B. Letellier, 2013. Template images by Aguru. Powered by Blogger.
We had a blast on our second gig trip to NYC. We met some great people at a Thursday night open mic in Park Slope, then walked on a spontaneous venture to 773 Lounge for another open mic with a pretty great crowd. The next evening we set up for an early show at Freddy's Bar & Backroom to an empty room. Where were you?? People started to trail in and the sound was magnificent! You can catch us in New York frequently with our next show on January 17th at The Parkside Lounge in Manhattan!
Many adventures this fall, like the Rock Religion Marathon in Lake Worth, FL, where we had 10 minutes to get to our assigned stage, tune up and perform, then moved on to perform at three other venues in the night. Lake Worth is a charming Florida town with lots of unique restaurants and shops. Definitely memorable ;)
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To be blunt, I don't like cattle call auditions. When I received an email to audition for The Voice in 2012, I was about to delete it.
My husband Paul encouraged me to try, saying, "Why not, what do you have to lose?"
It was simple to create an account and upload my information onto their site. The nearest audition was in Atlanta around St. Patrick's Day in March 2012. I convinced myself that it wasn't too far and we could make a road trip/weekend vaca out of it.
That Saturday there was a St. Patrick's Day parade. Crowds of kids and adults filled the sidewalks. The color green waved and sparkled everywhere. Paul and I walked briskly as we could through the crowds of people down Peachtree Street to make it to the audition building in Midtown. We made it to the building and were instructed to walk all the way around to the back to join the end of the line. I gave a man my pass and was prepared to wait, while Paul went around to explore the city on his own. The long vines of people moved gradually into a large convention center style building.
Upon floors and escalators, I made it to the top level, which was a large warehouse type space. With so many people around either talking loudly to each other or humming and singing to themselves, it was hard to warm up "the voice" appropriately, at least for me. I sat for several minutes in a row of people, and met a father and his daughter from somewhere in the south. She had a classically trained voice. The rows of singers kept getting smaller, as they moved us along. I didn't feel very nervous, but anxious.
I finally made it to the audition door with an all female group of 10. A young woman with a raspy voice couldn't stop talking to the rest of us. She was distracting. She asked what we were all singing, as she spilled out her own life story upon us.
I contributed, 'Somewhere Only We Know' by Keane." Unbelievably, no one recognized it.
I said a few more things here and there, but really didn't want to waste my breath before my audition.
We waited for at least twenty more minutes outside this door, as my nerves built up like a wall. We eagerly entered the vacant room and sat down. The judge joked that it was rare to have an all girl group in front of her. When it was my turn, I made the mistake by singing the first two verses, then the chorus, as the one woman judge mainly wanted a verse and chorus. I didn't really get to the better parts of the song. My voice fell weak. She told me to stop.
Out of all of us, only the overly talkative girl was the one chosen to continue on, but who knows how far she got after that. I met Paul at a bar across the street and we walked on to find a Mediterranean restaurant somewhere near Decatur Street. I later treated myself to a much deserved Bailey's Irish coffee.
If I ever attempt an audition like this one again, I'm bringing my headphones and keeping my mouth shut.
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Over the years, I've lost many a friend to drug-related incidents and accidents. I've learned that trying to help those with a drug addiction is like having sympathy for the devil when ultimately they can only help themselves.
One of my short-lived friends, we'll call him Brian, partied a lot with his closest friend Jason, during the time I knew them in St. Petersburg, Florida. Drinking, smoking and anything goes. They went on a road trip en route to a music festival in Colorado. They partied with strangers and were sold or given badly concocted drugs. Brian was probably already high on too much junk, in addition to taking some kind of capsule that contained windshield wiper fluid. That was the end of him at about age 21. There are a couple others that I may discuss another time.
How this post ties to music?
River Phoenix was a musician before he became an actor. He was the first person to inspire me in my own guitar playing. I was 15 at the time when I heard he had died from a drug overdose at age 23. I couldn't understand why someone rather young had died this way; apparently his years of usage resulted in this one unchangeable incident. Because of his experience with drugs, I never wanted to touch the stuff.
Although I have a hard time believing Mr. Kurt Cobain fully assisted his own death, he was a user. I can't comprehend how he managed a shotgun upon himself along with the will to pull the trigger while so doped up on heroin. Nevertheless, drug use may have induced his paranoia.
Frankly, it's pointless to hear about another celebrity who gave up their life with drugs, while the media continues to immortalize them.
Robert Downey Jr. sets an example of strength to me from what he has overcome by his decision to choose life. Some can use and use and live on like Ozzy Osborne, others face unexpected incidents and unforeseen accidents.
It's truly a choice.
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