Hobo Jazz

Attention Ladies, Gents and Creatures of the Night
Presenting
The All Saints' Melody Masquerade
Join us on Edgar Allan Poe's favorite holiday weekend for an evening of swirling old-time melodies, costumed revelers, mysterious ladies, fiery vagabonds and a peek behind the curtain of your fascinating future.
Friday, October 31 - Halloween!
THE COFFEE GALLERY BACKSTAGE
2029 N. Lake, Altadena, CA 91001
Reservations/Info: (626) 398-7917
Doors @ 7:30PM / Show @ 8:00PM / all-ages welcome / seating is limited
Admission: $20
Starring:
Hobo Jazz - that's us, yay!
Madame Pamita & her Parlour of Wonders
and from Oakland, CA
Tippy Canoe
Old Lester's Speakeasy - for sale anywhere there's a computer.
Go to cdbaby.com/hobojazz & buy or review the cd
We're a three piece rhythm band that plays fun music. Fun for us, and fun for you if you like it. We play jazz, not be-bop, elevator, easy-listening math jazz. The hot jazz, Louis Armstrong singin' for his supper, the past-ripe-and-shouldn't-be-eaten jazz. We play blues, not the blues you hear in a crappy bar with loud guitars & bad words. We play the folk blues, the ragtime blues, the jazz blues, the 'damnit-how'm-I-gonna-pay-rent' blues. We play folk, not whiskey soaked strum anthems, no tight pants'd harmonies with the teddy bear in the woods. The folk that the folks play when they're just bein' folks.
Ok, picture this...it's 1927 & you've been invited to a rare preformance of Louis Armstrong's Hot 5. After a chorus of 'Heebie Jeebies' up jumps Ledbelly in his prison stripes to wail a verse of 'Goodnite Irene'. Before he can shoot anyone, Louis Prima comes in to tell a joke about his girl that's long and tall. But as soon as he's about to throw the punchline, Hoagy Carmichael starts the intro to Stardust. People start daydreaming so Ledbelly steals their wallets. Earl Palmer walks in & sets up his drum kit while Bob Wills shoots Ledbelly in the shin bone. That's a Hobo Jazz show, in a sense.
We play what we like, we don't give much a damn about most things as long as we don't have to comprimise our jollyness! You'll hear Matt Coleman's ass-clappin originals mixed with a verse of Ray Charles. You'll hear some willy nilly scatin' from Marquis while his bass gets a few more dings & scratches & holes. You'll see Joe with a drumstick in his mouth & then realize that he's the one making everyone else sound so good.
We're a Vaudeville-ish Blues-y Folk-like Jazz-y Band that likes to laugh & have fun. If you like the music, you'll love the show.
Some might call us a skiffle band, or that we play blues, hillbilly, folk, jazz, whatever. We just say we're Hobo Jazz & dispense with all the fancy words. We play the music of the contemporary 1930's hobo country bluesman. This is part rail ridin' music, part field hollar sonnet. Part rock-a-billy cadillac, part 1932 Fordor Wagon. One part dirty hobo, one part hot jazz.
We're Hobos in the free & vagabond sense of the term. Hobos aren't bums, Hobos aren't beggers. Hobos want to earn their way with various odd jobs. Never staying in one place to long, hobos lived life their own way, much in the way jazz makes music it's own way. Jazz isn't about a soothing horn over a mellow bass line, it's about jubilation & excitement. The syncopation feeds your jive hungry feet & the flirtatious melody makes your jeans wiggle. Hobo Jazz is our honest interpitation of this vintage joy that we feel is best not left to history.
We've played festivals, bars, coffee houses, theaters, street corners, burlesque shows, kids' shows. Some places you've heard of, many you haven't.