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NIXONLAND

Hey gang,

New single out today. Nixonland. More on that in a bit here.

First, I want to thank everyone who moseyed over to Bandcamp and bought the "Strings in the Temple" LP. Yep Roc actually got a call from Billboard later that week. They wanted the catalog numbers and niceties, as the record was in position to chart. It showed up in the charts, but what I'm really proud of is it came in at #9 in the classical charts. For real.

Meanwhile, don't be a dumb ass like me.

We were closing out our second show of the night at the Continental Club in Austin. A double header. I'd essentially been yelling and jumping around that stage for close to four hours. I was more than a little slaphappy, adrenalin flowing free.

The band was vamping on a big fat E chord, the volume was swelling. And like hundreds of times before, I spit into the mic: "Good night. Take care. And if you can take care of someone else too!" There was much clapping of hands and stomping of feet. And as the band continued its crescendo, I leaned down into the front row, sweat dripping off, and started slapping high fives and making the not so secret handshake with anybody who reached out. One. After Another. Down the line.

That was like 2AM Saturday night. March 14th. The next day I caught a clip of that exact moment on Facebook. Me smiling like an idiot, glad-handing. I hung my head. I felt a little depressed. I could see the guys behind me laughing and Charlie Sexton grinning and wringing out a few last licks on the "Stephie-caster." (Charlie was stunt doubling for Stephie who never made it to Austin. She'd been booked on a flight the previous morning out of LA, where she'd been looking after her mother who was recovering from a hip-replacement surgery. Then she decided that the last thing she wanted to do was bring home the invisible monster to her mom. Smart kid.)

Meanwhile, I was making up for everyone, right? Soaking up germs wherever I could find them. What, me worry? It's like I assured Stephie earlier on the phone when she reminded me again to wash my hands and be careful: "Honey, we're good. Charlie will be there. They wouldn't let anything happen to Charlie, would they?"

The next day the City Fathers* shut the town down. (For extra credit, from "Tombstone Blues.")

Well, I'm happy to say that after a month of quarantine, I'm feeling healthy. But honestly, I can't help but wonder what it would've been like if I'd gotten sick or been an unknowing carrier and made other people sick. I'm completely convinced the karma gods would have run that Facebook clip of me on repeat like a meme or whatever. With the caption: "Don't be an idiot. Don't be like this guy. Chuck Prophet RIP." THAT would have been my swan song.

The other day I spoke with my friend Daniel on the phone and he said, "Hey, my sister is in the New York Times. She's a nurse and she just travelled from North Carolina to New York City. She volunteered to help at Mount Sinai in Queens. Right in the thick of it." And I thought, that's crazy. Why? And then it occurred to me. People are hardwired. That's why. These caregivers are hardwired to give care and dumb asses like me are hardwired with the whole "show must go on" slogan we keep repeating like a mantra.

Why?

Why does the show have to go on? For the Gipper? Who the hell is the Gipper, anyway? Does anybody even know who the Gipper is? WHY DO WE KEEP SAYING THAT? What are we, robots?

Don't answer that.

Meanwhile, my new record "The Land that Time forgot" was originally scheduled to be released May 15. Because of complications that release date has now been pushed back to August 21. And we just keep releasing singles one by one. And luckily it's all killer/no filler so far (if I do say so myself). So, I don't hear anyone complaining.

The latest single is called "Nixonland." And it's got a cool video by Yep Roc's own Nathan Golub. The video's a triumph. The process of drawing each frame is pretty damned labor-intensive. Made all the more impressive as Nathan was able to do this while still homeschooling his kids as they climbed on and around him like a jungle gym.

"Nixonland" is actually one of three presidential songs on "The Land that Time Forgot." There's also "Paying My Respects to the Train," a song about Lincoln I wrote with Kim Richey. And you might recall we released the first single, "Get Off the Stage," a couple months ago. Another presidential song that is, shall we say, a little more contemporary.

"Nixonland"? Based on a true story. Enough said. For now.

WATCH NIXONLAND HERE: https://tinyurl.com/y9gdaxuz

PRE-ORDER THE RECORD HERE: https://ffm.to/landtimeforgot

TUNE INTO MY TRIP IN THE COUNTRY RADIO SHOW ON THE GIMMECOUNTRY NETWORK:

Friday at 2pm PT / 4pm CT. Meet me in a hurry behind the barn! Join me and live chat on my radio show on the Gimme Country Network. If ya like 50s and 60s country, yodeling cowgirls, honky-tonkers, Georgia swampers, rockabilly cats and kittens, this is the place. You can listen and jump into the chat in real time here: https://www.gimmecountry.com/#/radio

Onwards,

-CP

P.S.: In terms of tour dates, we intend to make them happen, if the powers that be say it's cool. Short of a crystal ball, we just don't know. We can't know. In the immortal words of Brandt in The Big Lebowski (you remember him, right? played by the late great Philip Seymour Hoffman): "Well Dude, we just don't know." God I wish Philip Seymour Hoffman was still around. I once stood under an awning in NYC in front of Joe's Pub and took a smoke break. I felt someone sharing the space and turned and it was Philip Seymour Hoffman. He looked at me and I looked back, like "Yep." Two dudes huddled in the rain enjoying a smoke break in silence. Who wants to watch "Moneyball" together? Let me know.

P.P.S.: klipschutz has new book of poems, "Premeditations." (Here's a review.) Pretend you're browsing the shelves of a place where you just know you'll find something mind blowing. Here, I'll do it for you: http://hootnwaddle.com/premeditations/

P.P.P.S.: If you want to download the LP of the Strings in the Temple concert, it's still available over at Bandcamp. Here is the Bandcamp Link https://found.ee/uO1W

*BTW, I just looked up "swan song" and I'm using it correctly. It's a Greek metaphor according to Jimmy Wales.

STREAM STRINGS IN THE TEMPLE FILM NOW

Hey folks,

Attention all you streamers, loss-leaders, grim reapers, and powdered egg beaters. We've got something to share with all of you shut-ins.

Stream The STRINGS IN THE TEMPLE FILM NOW. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. FOR THE LOW COST OF FREE.

WATCH IT HERE NOW: https://found.ee/jRYk

I don't know about you, but I am totally barricaded, holed up, shut in but not shut down. And make no mistake, this crisis is serious. Life and death serious. As for now, I've got all I need. I've actually got three Honeycrisp apples in the kitchen. Plus, one Fuji apple. Fujis are not my first choice but I am 100 percent prepared to eat that Fuji if the whip comes down. Although I could be hurting for paper towels here before too long. (Stephanie's out of town. Pray for me.)

As for this film. A little background:

Back in 2012, we released the Temple Beautiful LP - an open love letter to San Francisco and its history and characters. Written in my shoebox no-internet-having work space South of Market along with klipschutz. Lunches were had. Arguments were settled. (Never did we stoop to tossing a coin.)

After two years of playing the songs around the world, in late 2013 my band and I delivered the 12-song cycle at the Great American Music Hall - itself a former bordello and an art deco S.F institution - with a string octet scored and conducted by Brad Jones. Which turned out to be the first step that culminated in Strings in the Temple.

Director Darrell Flowers brought along at least four camera operators and a few more assorted pros from Dover to film it. We had one chance to get it right. And this film is a document of the twists and turns in the road that brought us to that one-night-only sold-out performance at the GAMH.

Some will have you believe that here in Start Up City, USA technology is the new culture. Then again, how can technology equal culture? (On what planet?) Where's the google bus - or better yet, the Virtual Stock Option (VSO) - for the out-of-work dishwasher who commutes in every day from Stockton? Or the people who commute three hours each way just for the privilege of cleaning our toilets? Where's the facebook live Zuckerberg Tip Jar (ZTJ) for them?

Let me ask you a question: Can songs connect people to the world? I'll take my answer off the air.

The songs performed that night touch on all kinds of San Franciscos and include characters like Willie Mays, martyred supervisor Harvey Milk, Cain & Abel porn kings Jim & Artie Mitchell, mythic oddball "Red Man," preacher/Svengali Jim Jones, politician-turned assassin Dan White, and Emperor Norton himself, with cameos by Laffing Sal, Carol Doda, Bill Graham, and Fatty Arbuckle. Locations too. Including the Castro and Mission Districts. One song channels the White Night Riots, sparked by the light sentence handed out to poster-boy-for-closet-cases Dan White for the assassination of Milk and Mayor Moscone.

Dig in. And do yourself a favor and stick around. At the 10:00 mark don't miss the image of Stephie smiling and James shrugging when Roy Loney makes a kind of sideways entrance. That's why I play music. I could watch that moment once a week forever. We miss you Roy.

P.S.: If you want to download the LP of the concert. You can do it over at Bandcamp. For the next 24 hours Bandcamp is waiving their 10% fee, so you know what that means, right? More paper towels for ol' CP.

Here is the Bandcamp Link https://found.ee/uO1W

And if you are feeling like you want to give back. My newsletter costs money. I pay a service to deliver it. And sometimes, even though I'm on the list I don't even receive it. I don't know what the dealio is but if you want to show your appreciation feel free to roam around my online store and throw down.

Sincerely,

-Chuck Prophet

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What the critics have to say about Temple Beautiful:

"Experience the album as one man's alternative history of three decades of West Coast culture and politics." - Fresh Air

"A heroic all round smash and grab raid on rebel rock across the generations." - Classic Rock

"A dozen beautifully melodic, razor-sharp guitar-pop elegies. Mythological in scope, soulful in execution – tracking everything from the city's vaunted musical history to baseball star Willie Mays and madman/murderer Jim Jones, it's a feast of contextual songwriting and sizzling guitar. The whole lot is first rate." - Uncut

"Not since Lou Reed paid homage to the city and era that forged him with New York has there been a song cycle dedicated to a place and reality that offers the core immediacy with the thump, churn and ferocity of Chuck Prophet's Temple Beautiful" - Paste

"Above all it rocks. A hooky, memorable album." - Mojo

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Obviously everything is a hot mess due to the current state of events surrounding COVID-19. We're taking all of this serious. Life and death serious. And exploring the possibility of rescheduling shows down the road. Some shows will be postponed. Some promoters have no plans to reschedule. All the regional UK dates will be postponed to Jan 2021 which we are working on now. We'll gather all that info for you including refunds and the like here in coming newsletters and on the CP web site. Please be patient. And don't hesitate to e-mail if you think we can help.

We plan to send an updated list of rescheduled/confirmed dates soon.

For now, these dates appear to be on.

5/8/2020 SEBASTOPOL CA HOPMONK TAVERN**

5/9/2020 SACRAMENTO CA HARLOW'S**

5/16/2020 BIG SUR CA HIPNIC**

Show details: http://chuckprophet.com/gigs/

Autograph a baseball

Folks,

Okay, we are heading to Austin even though SXSW has been cancelled. We have shows before and after the festival. Including the Luck Reunion Festival in Luck, TX. All the performers appearing at the Luck Reunion festival get Luck Rings. In fact, we were all fitted for rings. So, we want our rings. And as Daniel says, all those tacos and all that BBQ ain't gonna eat itself.

So much to talk about. So little newsletter. This is a good time to tell you that I will be sharing all kind of details in these emails long before I share them on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. Those platforms are for punks (Not the good kind of punks). This newsletter is the real deal. So tell your friends. Or not. You know, if you just want it to be "our thing," that's okay too.

All the reaction and nice words about The Land That Time Forgot and the "Marathon" single/video has been music to my ears. You know me, I read all your e-mails. And re-read the good ones every morning for ten or fifteen minutes just to get my day going.

Would this be the right time to tell you that you can pre-order it now? (LP comes out May 15th on Yep Roc Records Tapes and Health Aids.) You can get free shipping on the CD and LP if you pre-order through Yep Roc directly. The First Edition LP comes on red vinyl, too. Pre-order/listen to "Marathon" here: https://ffm.to/landtimeforgot

And we've got another single coming down the pike. So watch this space.

Beyond that, we've got tour dates. And yes, some UK dates coming down the line too. They love to put butter on their sandwiches over there. And you know what? We're okay with that.

Meanwhile, Austin is a great place to eat a taco. And we're headed to Texas for a mess of shows around SXSW.

What else? Oh yeah. Don't forget to wash your hands. Wash your hands before you go to the bathroom. Wash your hands after you go to the bathroom. Pick up a check. Put a check down. Wash your hands. And don't forget to wash your hands. Autograph a baseball. Wash your hands. Close your eyes and touch your ear. Wash your hands. Pop an anti-depressant. Throw another log on the fire escape. Wash your hands. Wash your hands. And if you can, wash somebody else's hands too. Oh, and get an earthquake kit, or pick up a cheeseball at the market on your way home from work in case of a zombie apocalypse. But rule #1: Live your life. And don't forget to take out the trash.

And if you think I'm not serious, here's a piece in the New York Times Stephanie just sent this to me from the other room about how to not touch your face. I once went an entire five minutes without touching my face. How to Stop Touching Your Face: https://tinyurl.com/sfvqx8z

And here's a great piece by Denise Sullivan about the tribute we all did for Roy Loney the other night. I still can't believe I'll never see him walking down he street again. I really can't. "A remembrance of Roy Loney and his surviving rock'n' roll family" – Denise Sullivan https://tinyurl.com/rd55s88

Got it?

Oh, and did I mention that you can watch/stream "Marathon," and pre-order The Land That Time Forgot: https://ffm.to/landtimeforgot

One more time! TOUR DATES! Over here and over there. Lots of them. Scroll down for more on that.

I may not touch my face all day. I'm on a not-touching-my-face roll. Without a mirror handy I sometimes find myself wondering if I still even have a face. But Stephanie knows best, so I'll take that chance.

Onwards,

-C

PS: Oh and you heard it here first. I can barely say it, but there's a CP biography coming. A kind of CP owners manual by Stevie Simkin going right back to the Green On Red days. Chuck went here. Chuck went there. Chuck stood on the corner. Looked left. Looked right. Fun and seriousness aside, it's an incredibly well researched tour de force of a book and Stevie has put much love and care into it. And my haters should know that it's not all flattering either. I believe Stevie is over in Winchester putting the finishing touches on it now, taking out semi-colons and capitalizing the names of towns like Sheffield. And all kinds of other grammatical whatnot.

Show details: http://chuckprophet.com/gigs/

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