Michael Ubaldini has added some talented brand new members to 'The Starshakers.'
Trust me when we say these guys know how to rock..
His former guitarist & drummer were old friends basically filling in til Michael got the right line up
-A permanent drummer & Rhythm guitarist- .
Michael may be adding a few other things interesting into the mix as well.
"It was time to let them go & make a change for the integrity of the music to carry on.
It was a lot of fun hangin' round those guys playing music & grabbing mid rehearsal coffee talking about all kinds of things- They weren't guys who could hit the road & tour so to speak, the drummer has other 9 to 5 obligations & the guitarist has other artistic commitments which is a conflict. My whole life is music performing & writing it and being creative.
I support what they do & they support my decision to replace them.
They are friends and would never want to stand in my way
I've sacrificed everything to follow the muse. The new players I have are true dedicated solid career players including my 'Lonesome Playboys' drummer joining the crew..Jerry my bass player will be staying aboard the Starshaker ship.
I've recruited another great guitarist who cut his teeth like myself back in the real scene.
Though the former guitarist is no longer in the line up, I will continue on other types of artistic projects with him.We have a great time working together.
But I do thank those two old pals ..............,but first thing is first I got places to go, songs to write,and move where the wind takes me!"
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Monday, March 19, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
So how did it all start? -I was like any other little kid at age 4 - playing with toys watching cartoons,living in a small tiny apartment with my mom, dad & three sisters who all shared a room. Then one day it happened.. I was sitting in front of our old black & white TV back when you had to get up and change the channels by hand playing with Matchbox cars. All of a sudden it came on TV . An old clip of the Beatles from Ed Sullivan, obviously a repeat or clip since I was not born when it happened- But it came on the black & white TV but I swear I saw it in full technicolor!
I am not shitting you! -
As years went by I looked for color footage of that clip -but there are none- yet I saw it in full blown color -She loves you yeah yeah yeah!!- They say music is made of colors or can make you feel them (as any LSD user could tell you ) -
But I never dropped acid ..never at age four & not when I got older either as my generation a decade after the 60s -growing up on first wave Punk rock already could see the damaged ruins of what was left of what people used to call hippies. Even as a little kid I'd see them roaming around muttering to themselves talking incoherently -their brains fried , burnt out ,some asking for money on the street -But not all of them.
Some were musicians like one of the guys from Country Joe & The Fish who lived in the apartment above us with his mom in the Fairfax district- Besides some of those Hippie girls looked damn good to me too even though I was a little kid.The first song I wrote at 7 years old was called ‘Bees Make Honey’ (A pretty bluesy title when you think about it)
It had to be rock n roll-Them girls in those fringe Native American jackets ,sexy blouses and tight bell bottom jeans with those big 70s looking sunglasses-- (just like the girls in the movie 'Billy Jack' or portrayed in 'Almost Famous') First time I ever felt anything bout girls was looking at them hippie chicks standing around Nate's Milk store(Clockwork Orange anyone ?) & hanging around with my older sister a little later down the line when I hit 10 years round our home -mind you I was a kid --but remember -I saw it all & felt it in color
There had to be something in that acid that tapped into your mind where walls could melt & colors could explode within the senses . I felt that.
I hallucinated without dropping drugs.-I still can- It was the innocence of an open mind looking at the world through childlike eyes that made me see & feel it all in color. Ever since that day it was over -I was fucking ruined but in a great way - I never looked back ,for I knew I was born to play music before I even did it ..four years old mind you! ..I knew my calling for better or worse & found out much later that music -The cause & effect can affect people in a profound way.
I wasn't the only one -I'm sure you all can remember that first blast,where music for you made you feel something ,became your friend in sorrow, wild with Saturday night rebellion, sitting in the dark in your room looking at the blue lights on the stereo as the needle hit the vinyl ,playin' guitar - or how it made love & sex all that much better, - a way of life. You & I we could confide in music cause' rock n roll music was a good listener even though we were the ones listening-cause' it seemed to say everything you felt & reflect it right back at you..
And if you are younger & what the media calls today a 'millennial', whatever kind of music reaches out and makes you have no recourse & just belong to some exclusive thing inside your soul, I say its good. You gotta let it happen.Let it grab hold of ya'.
Its good to be out of control and tattered in ruins.
-I am in ruins- rock n roll ruins,
AND I LOVE IT!!
Written by Michael Ubaldini
(c)copyright Library of congress
Thursday, January 25, 2018
|On The Liverpool Albert docks Merseyside on a vagabond acoustic tour|
Well its time for the NAMM show in California, I have played there ,got a few free passes before -
But I tell ya I don't see what the big deal is....first off...Going into guitar center is a pain in the arse as it is listening to people endlessly playing the same ol' guitar riffs as fast as they can.. ... Well quad-triple that 10 million times and you have NAMM . Everyone comparing badges ,"Do you have all access?"
And the vibe reeks of 'Bam magazine nostalgia'don't get me wrong now I don't hate NAMM.Its a good hang and seeing friends is always nice. and if you've never been you owe to yourself at least once to go check it all out ,but every year is like having Sex in the same missionary position over &over.
And I do think its great for smaller indie companies.
Forget everyone telling you "I got endorsed" (When they really mean they can buy it at cost).
Forget everyone overdressed.
Forget that the gear is a drag when its new instruments copped to look and sound like vintage stuff. (Just search & get the real stuff) the treasure hunt is part of the fun.
Gibson ain't gonna be there..kudos to them.They don't need NAMM . Forget the people cashing in on the show with a near by after party...Or fake Namm event just a few blocks from the convention party ,nine maids a milking the show . ...or even way further from it ...Garden Grove comes to mind. Its lost all its luster, people flying in and speaking of the event like upscale snobs... "Hi are you 'doing' Namm?" .. ..-we are... just flew in darling ... working on project "...
Now tell me Is that any state for Rock n roll to be in? (Rhetorical)
I'd love to see a young band with attitude like The Sex Pistols in their prime ..But they'd never have the guts to book anything that vital. (anymore)
Just see em' upset the whole thing with honest to God Rock n Roll rebellion.
That's what Art is all about anyway if ya ask me (and I know ya 'didn't ask but whose counting?)
I get the thing.Its nice people hang and see their friends -but its really a con job.And the air is filled with is too much nepotism-
Everyone pays a shitload of money for the weekend ..that don't get put back into the music scene....oh that's right that scene was murdered . You know where the money goes? In their pockets.
How bout an after hotel party I mean its so Rock n roll...do some fuckin' lines & drink watered down beer ... hey it only cost you a buncha' money.I've been to many a hotel party ..when you've done it once its best to move on - I'll do anything once .. well almost anything .
Now aint sayin' I'd never go again or never have been before.
When I have played a gig there I play & get out. If I got a free pass ..maybe I'd go in the future ..but turned a few down this year & the last couple years .... plus three days ? Four if ya count Thursday..
Is it Woodstock really? ..I'd rather hang with musicians doing original stuff in another state or State in a beat down club..In a dirty rehearsal room ,On the beach with acoustic guitars....in a car driving cross country with friends singin' and a strummin'...In a hall in a forlorn void with like minded misfits of creativity looking at it all from a parallax view.
I'm going to NAMM this year? .....not this time.It's not a bitter thing either -its just a drag daddy.
I'll just go to a small coffee house or small club & watch a young songwriter sing his or her heart out.
That's the only kind of endorsement one needs.
Written by M.Ubaldini
Sunday, January 21, 2018
I am writing good reader because , I have been disturbed by an ever repeating scene that keeps happening daily and it happened at a Starbucks...now I wont reveal which because there are not many Starbucks around as you know & they are far and few between and not on every corner.. extremely hard to find.. (as you know) And I fear that you may figure it out and we don't need the media following searching for details to put on MSNBC, FOX or CNN.. But I assure you that all of this ghastly asthmatic episode after a simple daily cup has gotten me extremely baffled and dare I say terrified... To add a little more clarity to an already confusing and stressful situation.. let me begin my sordid tale...
I was sitting 'minding my own business' like Hank Williams Sr. suggested. When out of nowhere they approached me ...started sitting with me uninvited...I tried to willfully be friendly but dear reader its was overwhelming ..Daily I tried not to make eye contact -but to no avail- ...the creatures kept sitting with me...arguing about the state of the world , religion,politics ,bands,movies .
I could tell they hated America but I couldn't relate or understand .Why land here then reap the benefits?
After all if I was attending a party and hated being there and spoke of how the last party I was at was better ,I would simply go back to the other party. Not stay & complain about where I was.That would be an irrefutable arrogance of the worst kind. ...but these trolls&hunchback gnomes in gym clothes & whatever else they could get their hands on made no sense .I was terrified and had to come up with a plan.I silently plotted my escape.....but to no avail, they hung around my neck like snug slipknot ,I was not about to swing in the breeze, people started offing themselves...after all ..if they didn't like the situation why tell me about it?
I tried to nod graciously , I tried to be rude but more & more of them kept coming ,they wouldn't stop, they turned up the heat,tried to get in my head but couldn't crack nor break me ,I guzzled the coffee ,I got refills, I tried to write songs, I did write songs , they still kept coming, uninvited, pressing ,hassling passers by ,keying my car ,yelling crude things to young women. I tried to switch my time to be at my coffee spot, but they were always there...at least one of them ,hovering over me like a helicopter to my utter inexplicable horror , It was driving me to madness, .."think of Kerouac, think of Bo Diddley ,think of Raquel Welch" -I told myself , just ignore...but another sat down , another insulted me, another wanted me to shack up with them , I had know idea ..nor cause, no reign of escape though through enumerable attempts failed. I drove around the block. Faked like I was leaving ..but they kept coming. They kept haunting and twisting an annoying knife into my spirit disguised as soccer moms, artists ,office workers you name it.
Baristas complied to their ever forced demands ...
Their knotty twisted hands reaching out trying to strangle me on a forlorn afternoon...I had another cup ..it was a hot coffee ..I could throw it at them when they attacked,
..my ex girlfriend would stop by but to my unbearable horror she was overtaken ..somehow now one of them & to gaze in her eyes made me sweat with terror..more kept coming. I kept pounding coffee , thinking faster ,moving faster ,rolling,running, and sweating. I drank more coffee ,I thought quick & the outer-space people sunk their tentacles into me..
Until I found and fell upon ......their Achilles heel ..
the words 'Fuck off' seemed to scare them . Blunt force was all it took.
It was as simple as that!
Pacifying them made them want to eat human flesh with their latte's .They scattered like roaches as if when you turn on a light...But I know they're out there ..one will creep in to see if I've weakened, make me a horrible experiment of their own conversion of collective unconsciousness ..
I'm not mad I tell you ,I'm not crazy or insane ....as you can see .....uh oh , forgive me, I must go- ..here comes one. I can recognize these twisted elves with a quick one eyed glance..I know no one will believe me ...unless ...wait a minute! .May I inquire...just who are you reader? -Why didn't I catch on ?
You cant trick me ..
I believe you are one of them,You cant fool me ...you think you're oh so very clever.-I scoff at your failure. You think you are tempting me with an agreeable nod of the head and ever woeful grin..trying to humor me with a mirror effect of my own paranoia .
You are one of them...Yes YOU dear reader!!
Get out Get Out!!!!
Written by Michael Ubaldini
(C) copyright 2018
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Well I tell ya' it was a drunken night.I just played a show at The Palomino club in North Hollywood, when outside I started talking to a friend who came to see me play my show & we started talkin' music.We fell upon the English Punk rock greasers 'The Clash'- when he mentioned that Paul Simonon the bass player and king of cool of the band was living in Los Angeles at a apt over by
the King King club.
There was an old coffee shop next door and Simonon hung out there he said .Well it was three o clock in the morning so me and a friend of mine swung over there - we drove around and noticed only a couple of sort of apartments where you have to push a button to get let in .
Miraculously we found it on our first try
-(Remember we were a little drunk too).so that was a good sign -or bad - maybe wind up in jail
People were coming out early in the morning with Brit accents.Maybe they were having a party? ..They had to be his friends -not many Brits in one building in LA. I asked this chick "hey does Paul Simonon live here?" & she said in a proper English voice "I don't think I can tell you that" -so I knew we had the right place-she was kinda bitchy to be honest ....like those Hollywood 'We are famous cause we hang around famous people types'.
Fuck it I thought .The press always wrote the Clash cared about their fans and the kids so we walked up ,my friend with a piece of crap acoustic guitar (He couldn't play a lick on any instrument or had any musical talent at all ) but he liked rock n roll so drug his guitar for some reason to my gig.
I looked on the buzzer -there it was the last name 'SIMONON'.
not even some fake name - so I buzzed it. A voice answered in a UK accent "Can I help ya'?"
I said "hey man ,we wanna meet Paul Simonon ..we are huge Clash fans and wonder if he could sign a guitar ..hope we didn't wake him I know its a bit late..maybe we could come by another time?" -- the voice came back ,"no worry hang on mate I'll buzz you in"
Well we were kinda floored -the door buzzed -we walked in the elevator to the the floor he said to go to . The elevator opened and we stood in the hall - we both looked at each other realizing we had this lame looking 20 dollar zebra striped acoustic guitar with us -then "Boom' -out of the apartment comes The King of Punk Rock cool 'Paul Simonon' dressed just like he walked off the
'London Calling' album cover - Black shirt ,&leather pants with a James Dean greaser haircut -- It was a great R&R moment.
We talked about Rock N Roll,Gene Vincent & The Clash and his art.He told me he painted the Clash backdrop on early shows , "Sorry its a bit late" I said..he said "Its cool mate we were awake-- by the way cool quiff" (That's what the Brits call the greaser rocker hairstyle)- he signed an autograph for me on a piece of paper - He signed my buddies guitar looked at it and never scoffed at the crappy thing- just a slight grin and took a couple pictures with us (Pre smart phones we had this Kodak throwaway camera to take pics of me and my band at my show )
He asked me all about my band and and we talked a little more Eddie Cochran ,Jimmy Cliff, Art & his Clash band
'Michael Ubaldini &Mystery Train' Shows.
Paul told me said he himself had new band- 'Havana 3 AM'- .I asked him "Ya think the Clash will ever play together again?" ..he said "I don't Phink so Mate" (he said 'think' but it sounded like 'Phink') .
We noticed a good looking chick peaking out the apt door he looked back at her and said "Looks like I better go -that's me girlfriend giving me the look you know wot I mean?" we laughed said our see ya later goodbye thanks type of stuff and split.
"Man he lived up to the press bout caring about the fans and young groups -not that spandex band ego bullshit "-me and my friend said as we headed to the car.
We heard a distant gunshot when we left -no bullshit- my buddy said "Shit what the hell was that?" - I said -"Its The Guns Of Brixton in Los Angeles" -
Then we made that long drive home.
This True story & account was
Written by Michael Ubaldini
copyright (C) Ubaldini writings
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Alright 2017 - gone by had some scares, some wear, somewhere,,some tear, some tears,
some fears , and some year, all that is rolling through the desolate railroad in my overheated ,depleted, completed and crumbling , rumbling,fast talkin' slow walkin' midnight rockin' mind.
Now 2017 was all right of course, the new album releases, the tours of Austin TX were great -- along with the shows I did with Judy Collins (If I could go back in time to the 60s I'd take her out if she'd let me...that voice ..no wonder sirens led men to destruction ...aint gonna hear a voice by choice to rejoice like that ever again -those powerful crystal clear songstress voices wont exist when her and Baez are gone ...too damn bad ..glad I could witness & hear it live .. privileged & she signed my record ..cool as can be --- Bye Bye Miss American Pie - Don McLean show -playing that was cool as well... -
Get off the phone...don't be a Jeanie Lee all ya' Politician Superstars of social media...bland bland bland ....-Hate the word Americana ...Come on now- I aint in that musical categorize jive, although I was playing what later would be marketed as that while everyone was in a freakin' hair band & wearin' Morrissey's coat -there was no "No Depression" mag except the depression of music which was depressing...I'm not part of any of that...Had to reconcile my differences elsewhere... like in the fun-house mirror as I told you before like the mayor mania my carney days..
Moving on .......
A scare at the So Cal Hoedown but all wound up good (thank you Lord)
So many needles in my arm I feel like some kinda junkie- Bruised up like Johnny Thunders - dump a bucket of ice on my tragic beautiful life.
Ya know been thinkin' drinkin and not blinkin' at others winkin' at other times freakin' about the world baby ..I mean all these people are Lab rats on Facebook ..questions being asked ..surveys ..just to know how people think so they the powerful can control ,and use PR to brainwash the hard drive in peoples skulls with political, religious and utopian thoughts .. everyone weighing in...like I give a shit about some fuckers opinion -They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder ..but all I see is the ugly inside of people on that spy network...guess it has an upside!
I don't expect em' to care bout' mine or my mind either-- Two faced woman coming down the line .. "Honey get that thing away from me"..aint holding no ones hand ,aint opening no car door , aint stretching my arm with a fake yawn over her shoulder ..aint opening no doors ...aint making no moves for a beautiful fleeting kiss.... Aint dancin' close in the moonlight - cant be accused of courting for love as an evil man...after all I'm only a Blues man and a rock n roll songster slingin' hash ..not smoking it ..contrary to public belief ..
Talking to carney pal the 'Top Hatted Tall Man'(Its been many years) in my stop over before I arrived bout where I met me 'the lead me on gal' -I met -she- who led me by the handshake of a dance into nothingness and Carl Jung psychosis ...then condemned for not wanting nothing to do with the religion of atheism ...
Its all over mama...Its all high and dry & snow falling in Austin and stabbing the eye..I sit and watch everyone brainwashed being groomed for a New World Order ..but life is so much shorter ..ran into my ol' pal Patrick Porter and got a dose of sanity..cause after all "Rudie cant fail" in the "Modern World" (Clash & Jam it) ..--
Could it be that Thumbelina is on the the take wasting her time at The NAMM show? ...
Her friend cabbage patch Joe wound up thinking cover bands are real bands....that's right Pinocchio ..one day you'll be a real boy -- check your laminate in the hallway filled with mirrors of diabolical shit..Take a look ..ya like what you see? ...
But all that aside its a great year apart from everyone having to burn their records, oh yes all Dem' Stones , Blues,Dylan,Honky Tonk , Hip Hop &Rock n Roll records are sexist now....Button up yer pants and button up your blouse...In fact don't even think about it...
pro creation is banned and has turned into a hit record ... turn it up bone daddy .(However I have three sisters and if anyone hassles em.......trouble trouble trouble,)
It all makes me nimble & neurotic and I tell you I am extremely offended by The offended ...Everyone's been told to be offended so why not?!
I guess art must be censored ..under the guise of being uncensored ...I'm a little bit disjointed by it all and am moving in a new direction..It feels like into a brick wall ..
Village of the damned .."A Brick wall"...Have ya seen it? --Black &White movie bliss.
Can you dig THE BALLAD OF BRIAN JONES vinyl EP ? ..I am happy as can be I wrote that song for the outlaw blonde haired creator of The Stones... People love to rewire &rewrite history (Just Look at whats happening now) mark my words ..The Elvis statue in Memphis will be coming down soon... But its for our own good ..thank you ...Whew what a relief to not have individuality anymore all in the name of morality.... Come back little Sheba!!........
Can ya make God like one of us please? ...After all all I can say to Icons or I-cons- is no ones gonna make a monkey outta me....
Darwin is in a boat with Marx &Rockefeller ,Rimbaud is driving and steering the paddle of the damn drunkin' thing ..on waves of ,sacrificial ordinary preambles of cross eyed nymphs looking for action with a stowaway below the deck of cards on the glacier of lost dreams... and want me to go fishing with em'...I don't think so....
but Howard Hughes can dig the Blues and have you heard the news?
....Lauren Bacall &Clark Gable got the Blues
2017 has gone by at the speed of light... so get right and when the clock strikes midnight ...the New year will be in sight -on site -and all I know is I'm blessed to be alive &and kickin'
I feel all right &.......Well Alright!
(Last Chord of Revolution by the Beatles) All Right! Blam blam!
Written by Michael Ubaldini-
Sunday, December 17, 2017
So I have come back from a great tour through Texas.
Thanks to all who came out ,
Had my friends The Rubilators back me up as my band .. They are a solid band in their own right too & can't thank them enough for learning my songs -- Also - the final night on stage one guy tried to hassle me and the boys on stage giving the band the finger - he was a bit upset everyone was digging it.Guitar player and buddy John flipped the bird back , he tried to climb on stage and John knocked the hat the guys head thought we were gonna have an old fashioned Punk moment with a little rumblin' ...but we finished my song instead -A LIFETIME OF BAR BAND DUES - which was appropriate . The guy apologized afterwords to us all very sincerely so all wound up good ...just another night of Rock N Roll !- see ya again Texas soon!
Came home on Saturday the 16th and played the Sawdust Art Festival in Laguna Beach CA. today Sunday .
I have a thing I do every Friday on Facebook called "FOLK SONG FRIDAY" , where I play original songs & old Folk songs ..mix it up .
This week I did a version of INXS 'Dont Change' in the folk style in tribute to the late
Michael Hutchence-- hear it here!!
I believe Hutchence wrote the words .This shows a great song is always a great song. I stripped it down & did it in my own Folk Style-Michael Hutchence should be remembered for not only being a good singer but a good person & band mate from what I have heard- though its a pop rock song - there is some simple cool poetry between the lines. A song I always liked.
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