MR. MAX’S MESSAGE
MR. TIMOTHY CHARLES DUANE
My band that started in 1969 got together a few weeks ago to record our old songs down on Martha’s Vineyard. We’re doing another Vineyard session in April to complete a full-length CD in time for our 40th anniversary this coming summer.
Most uninitiated listeners think that because Mr. Timothy Charles Duane was formed in the late '60s, the band fits some kind of formula from that era. Nothing can be further from the truth. Mr. TCD is quite original—acoustic guitar, ukulele, clarinet, and three voices that love to harmonize. We still play our original set from 1969, which includes all our favorite songs with '40s and '60s influences. In our live show we have a tendency to be silly, creative musicians, who feed off our long-time relationship with each other and often surprise our audiences with a serious note or a left-field innovation. Mr. Timothy Charles Duane is psychedelic in our own way. Our show can get very trippy at times but not in your typical ’60s extended jam way. TCD can sing backwards and we also have a machine that controls the speed of their performance. When we go into the fastest mode, we typically collapse on the stage from exhaustion. Living room concerts are what we prefer, but we also play cafes, clubs, and theatres. TCD can be a little stubborn about protecting our creations—we once walked out on a major label offer just because the label wanted to add bass and drums to our sound. Our refusal to sell out in any form has kept us underground for 40 years. But the summer of 2009 looks like we will find ourselves overnight sensations after our successful stint as a special guest judges on American Idol.
Urban Caravan has been rolling slowly this winter—our trips out to Western Mass were very fruitful. We packed Mocha Maya’s (in Shelburne, MA) with friends/fans actually making the trip to see us. Same thing happened when we played in Bolton, MA (Great Brook Farms) for an afternoon show.
We’ll be at Woody Giessmann’s Right Turn (299 Broadway, Arlington, MA 02474) on Saturday, March 28.
Here's another entry, The Con, from the folder in my computer I call The Book. Maybe someday it will all add up to be a book. This entry is not a fond memory. I think of myself as one who does not fall for a con.
On Thursday night, 7/19/01, I hosted a show (Kings of Nuthin', Three Day Threshold, and Euphonic) that I booked at the Linwood (now Church). While riding my bike home from the show, a well-dressed black man on the other side of the street (near Beth Israel Hospital) flagged me down to ask me a question. He asked if I could help him. His car had broken down and he needed to get a part for it but he didn't have enough money. He told me his wife and his young child were waiting for him in the car. I talked with this guy for a while, joking with him about how this sounded like a rip off scheme. He offered to give me his license and cell phone as collateral if I would lend him the $30.95 +tax. I trusted the guy—he really seemed so honest. Even when I said stuff like—yeah, but that license could be one you just stole, he laughed. I looked at it—took down his name and phone number and gave him $40. He told me exactly where his car was. I said I'd say hi to his wife (Gloria) and his kid (Elliot) and let them know he was on his way. When I got to where the car should have been I couldn't find it. I rode around for a while. Then decided to go back and look for him. I couldn't find him. When I got home and called the number he gave me—it was someone else's phone number. He ripped me off. This guy was good. I really believed him. Now when I look back on it, I remember little things like how he started sweating a lot when I started asking questions. He also said we could walk to a Store 24 to call his phone number so I would trust him more. But why would we do that if he had a cell phone? I feel pretty dumb now.
If you need to reach me or the Noise—here's the contact information.
T Max/The Noise
74 Jamaica Street,
Jamaica Plain MA 02130