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After last month's newsletter, I've been getting e-mails from folks who are like, "Am I to understand this correctly? You're putting on a Temple Beautiful Musical?" Sort of, and sort of yes, and yessiree, and yes ma'am, and just plain yes, and hell yes too. Newsflash: You heard it here: In late August, Temple Beautiful: The Musical will be mounted(!) at the Alcazar Theatre in S.F. for three-count-em-three performances, before we take Manhattan and Berlin (figuratively speaking) in 2020.

Meanwhile, I've been watching a lot of these Masterclasses online. Hoping to hone some new skills. I mean, I've only been watching 30 seconds or so of each of them. [I'm on a budget!] Some of them are pretty great. Ron Howard? Yes. David Mamet? Very intense. And Santana is right on the money. It's easy to get cynical about Guitar Center noodlers and that whole crowd but when Carlos applies his `wisdom of the centuries' and describes guitar playing as "bringing light into the darkness," I'm not going to lie, I buy it. He's also a big believer in guitar face: "The ugliest face creates the most beautiful note." And: "If you don't stand like that, it ain't gonna sound like that." After those pearls, I can't imagine anyone asking for their money back.

I love it.

Then again, as Jim Dickinson use to say: "The best records never get recorded." And so the Masterclasses I want to watch will never get made. I wish GG Allin had lived long enough to do one. Or Malcolm McLaren. How about Iggy? I'd like him to help me with my golf swing.

We at CP and the Mission Express would be happy to entertain offers for a Masterclass pilot. Cooking in your room. How to load that van. Kevin T. White may or may not be willing to divulge his trade secrets for the right way to load. [And yes there is a right way, just ask Kevin T.]

Or imagine Lou Reed teaching jazz guitar. Dropping names like Ornette Coleman with total conviction. And then playing some ham-fisted barre chord. I'd watch it. Speaking of Lou (who is huge around here, so don't get up in my grill and send me emails about under-appreciated geniuses, okay?], the producer Roger Moutenot told me that once while recording Lou, after the umpteenth attempt at a simple overdub on guitar, Lou just collapsed, hung his head and said, "Can you believe they give me money to do this sh*t?"

Okay, enough filibustering from me. And yeah, I hear you Lou. I often ask myself the same question. Come out and see for yourself. There's gigs and more gigs listed below.



PS: More on the musical here:

PPS: Here's Carlos Santana's Masterclass:



Chuck Prophet SOLO:

5/13/2019 Baltimore MD Function Gallery (An Evening With)

5/14/2019 Washington DC Pearl Street Warehouse

5/15/2019 Harrisburg PA Harrisburg Midtown Arts Center

5/17/2019 Northampton MA The Parlor Room Workman Song to support

5/18/2019 Cambridge MA Atwood's Tavern Jay Walsh to support

5/19/2019 Pawling NY Daryl's House

Chuck Prophet & The Mission Express:

5/24/2019 Central City CO Grand Z Casino Hotel

5/25/2019 Central City CO Grand Z Casino Hotel

5/26/2019 Colorado Springs CO MeadowGrass Music Festival

6/7/2019 Sonoma CA Huichica Music Festival

7/12/2019 St. Louis MO Off Broadway

7/13/2019 Kansas City MO Knuckleheads Saloon

7/14/2019 Omaha NE The Sunday Roadhouse Presents

7/16/2019 Fort Wayne IN Welch's Ale House

7/18/2019 Ferndale MI The Magic Bag

7/19/2019 Chicago IL City Winery-Chicago


I've got some solo shows out East to announce. I know the following might be one of the cruelest things someone can say to an audience, but here it goes: I might be trotting out some new songs. So there. You've been warned. And also there's some Mission Express festival dates and the like come summer. Dig in below.

Meanwhile, here in San Francisco, I'm still checking the surf report every morning out of habit, even if a shoulder injury has kept me out of the water. I'm back to spending my mornings doing the Nixon Walk along Ocean Beach. You know the walk: Hands behind my back, slow and pensive. Here's a PRO TIP: If you want to feel like you're starring in your own AARP commercial, if that's your thing, try the Nixon Walk on Ocean Beach in the morning. Maybe we can even walk together, side by side, not saying anything, brooding about the Washington Post and New York Times and how they have it out for us. (Sound familiar?)

Meanwhile, me and klip have been pushing around the songs and script for Temple Beautiful: The Musical (that's not a typo), which has been in the works for going on six years believe it or not. (Actually, the script is called a libretto, but we can never say "libretto" without having to look it up afterward to make sure we're using it right.) Last November we had another workshop culminating in a one-night-invitation-only showcase at PianoFight (former site of the original Original Joes) in the heart of the heart of the Tenderloin. With Clay David producing and Emilie Whelan directing nine, count-em nine actors, and a five-piece band led by Matt Jaffe (with yours truly out in the audience soaking it all in). A lit-up crowd gave the performance a Standing O. Excitement in the air. (Confusion too!) So, in the spirit of Save That Date, you heard it here first. We're gearing up for three performances at the Alcazar Theatre in late August. Get ready to cash in those airline miles(!). More on that to come.

Watch this space:

Meanwhile, for those of you who made it out - or didn't - to our annual Austin residency at the Continental Club, we've got commemorative souvenir T shirts and posters for sale in our on-line store:



P.S.: ONE MORE PRO TIP FOR THE ROAD: Pour a jar of salsa into a bag of tortilla chips and shake it up. [It's like a salad but without all the annoying salad stuff.]



Chuck Prophet SOLO

5/13/2019 Baltimore MD Function Gallery

5/14/2019 Washington DC Pearl Street Warehouse

5/15/2019 Harrisburg PA Harrisburg Midtown Arts Center

5/17/2019 Northampton MA The Parlor Room

5/18/2019 Cambridge MA Atwood's Tavern

5/19/2019 Pawling NY Daryl's House

Chuck Prophet & The Mission Express

5/24/2019 Central City CO Grand Z Casino Hotel

5/25/2019 Central City CO Grand Z Casino Hotel

5/26/2019 Colorado Springs CO MeadowGrass Music Festival

6/7/2019 Sonoma CA Huichica Music Festival

6/8/2019 Sonoma CA Huichica Music Festival

7/12/2019 St. Louis MO Off Broadway

7/13/2019 Kansas City MO Knucklehead's

7/14/2019 Omaha NE The Sunday Roadhouse Presents


We had a great time out there with more than a few sold out shows. Any time we return to a city and there's more people than the time before...We ask for extra foam on our coffee, pure cream, hold the guilt.

We've got a few Mission Express shows coming right up. And it all starts at The Continental Club in Austin. Two nights at the Continental Club in Austin. And dig this: EARLY SHOW AND LATE SHOW ON SATURDAY. We're always excited to play in Austin at our home away from home, the Continental Club. We all dig playing the Continental. Three shows! And the plan is different set-lists each night.

Meanwhile, I might have a new career. As a surgeon.

Hear me out.

Sold out shows always feel good. But, the real good feeling. That came from the fact that I somehow repaired the broken headstock on my beloved Martin D-28 guitar. The same guitar purchased for me by China Records back in the year of who-knows-when. It was like a Ben Carson intervention of the divine moment. It was out of body. I was transformed. Into a gifted surgeon. Me, the guy whose wife loves to tell people she didn't exactly win the lottery when it came to husbands with the handyman gene. Okay, I can barely open a can of tuna fish, but something came over me. Would you believe God guided my hands?

Me neither. (But that doesn't mean it's not true.)

So, after the Pittsburgh show there was a downright rowdy merch table party, and somebody stumbled up on the stage and KO'd my guitar. It was lying sprawled out facedown when the sound guy found it and said "I hate to be the bearer of bad news..." Then he held up my Martin D-28, snapped at the neck. Like a high-school baller's collarbone. I sunk down to the lip of the stage.

Head in hands.

Then something came over me. I was possessed. It's like when you read about the 85-pound-mother who picks up a car her child is trapped under. I started running around the club yelling, "OK, I need two C-clamps, a bicycle inner tube, and some rubbing alcohol, stat!" Naturally, everyone ignored me.

Then the sound guy, who looked like he hadn't slept for a week said, "I might have a capo somebody left behind."

Then Denise P. piped up about a 24-hour Walmart out by the interstate. (It really does take a village.)

Now, I don't want to digress, but have any of you been to a 24-hour Walmart on the outskirts of Pittsburgh after midnight lately? It was just me and a couple tweakers roaming the auto parts aisles. The tweakers were friendly. Helpful even. "Dowling? You'll find that in the Arts and Crafts aisle, bro."

I found the C-clamps, some dowling, some straight-up wood glue, some Gorilla snot that had a different color and texture and looked like it might be stronger than the wood glue for no good reason. I also found some rope in place of the bicycle inner tube to protect the guitar from the clamps.

Back at the hotel, I washed my hands and got down to business. When I was done gluing and clamping, I gently set it next to the heater. Thinking that might make the glue dry faster. I sat up for a while just looking at it. The next morning we laid the patient flat out on the backseat of the rental car and headed for Columbus.

When we arrived, I took the cast off, strung it up with a new set of strings, and lo-and-mother-loving-behold. Success! You can send me your broken headstocks, but be warned: I'm already a month behind. Our living room is wall-to-wall headstocks. The Headstock Doctor Is In!

PS: You're probably wondering: HEY, who the blazes is Ben Carson? I'm referring to that crazy conservative black guy who ran for president. Who now works for Trump now. Get it? No? Because he was (or is?) a surgeon, and was and an uber-Christian. Maybe it's kind of an obscure reference. Whatever.

3/8/2019 Austin TX Continental Club w/The Mission Express 3/9/2019 Austin TX Continental Club w/The Mission Express

3/10/2019 Fischer TX Devil's Backbone Tavern w/The Mission Express

3/13/2019 St. Paul MN The Turf Club w/The Mission Express

3/15/2019 Berwyn IL FitzGerald's w/The Mission Express 3/16/2019 Kalamazoo MI Kalamazoo Valley Community College w/The Mission Express

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