Friday, April 10, 2009

Danny vs Music Video

Music Videos are cool but ours is better. Naw, I can’t say that. I haven’t seen every music video. Maybe there is one with real dinosaurs. That would be better.

It was hard but it was also a lot of fun. I never really knew what I was supposed to be doing except when I was drumming. Ratko, the director, would say, “Danny, look higher,” and I would, and I guess that was good enough because after that he would say, “excellent.”

We shot for two days at my elementary school, Park View, and I can’t say I had more fun one day than the other. When we wrapped up on the first day, some Park View students saw us filming outside and wandered into the building to see what was going on. They knew a music video was being shot but they didn’t know for what band so I walked passed them and talked about Fall Out Boy. One of the girls gasped with excitement and I thought I saw tears of joy. That made me laugh but she and a bunch of her friends came back the second day to be extras and we took many pictures together.

I was really glad my brother, Adam, and his wife, AKA my favorite sister in law, Liz, stopped by. It was nice to see them. They didn’t want to be in the video and when I said, “Who is going to represent the family?” They said, “you!” A bunch of Adam’s stuff is in the video too, such as the speakers on the side of the stage. So thanks, Adam. Your speakers looked spectacular.

I’ll probably write more about Fantastic Phill, Jule, the DP, and Tommy, Ug. So many people we worked with were so great. I doubt they will ever read this. Oh, Lesile and Jori came, best fans ever!!!!

Cheers,
Danny R

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The Low Carb Diet ( or Choke This! )

The Pocket Rocket, a '77 Dodge Tradesman with a Dodge 7.2-liter 440, can be a daunting vehicle to drive. Sometimes, she is just going to do what she's going to do. This is the story of one of those days:

Josh, Greg and I were packing up the Rocket for the music video shoot, which we were going to be doing the next morning. We filled her to the gills with musical gear, and we were all ready to go relax a little bit before our crazy weekend of filming and playing. Of course, this is when the Rocket decided to act up, and not start.

Something has gone wrong!


We could smell gas, so the fuel pump was working. I pulled a wire off the distributor and found spark on turn-over, so that wasn't the problem. What the hell?

A short disclaimer: I have never owned a vehicle with a carburetor before. Every vehicle, including my 1980 Chevrolet Citation, was fuel-injected. The carburetor was a device that was, in my mind, slightly mysterious. I understood the basic operation inside the engine, but I've never dealt with one directly on a vehicle that I've owned or been in charge of the maintenance of. (Carburetor? Learn here!)

So, I pulled the cover off the engine, which is inside the vehicle itself, and started poking about. Perhaps some Ether, I thought. Maybe the spark is weak and the ether will help her take off. Well, turns out I was pretty wrong, although closer to the right track than not. Danny's neighbor, is a retired mechanic, and offered to come over and have a look for us. Upon sticking his head into the cab of the van, he instantly located the problem.

Ah, here's you're problem, kid. You have no idea what's going on.


Danny's neighbor declared that our choke was stuck closed, and proceeded to un-stick it for us. While Greg and Josh chatted outside, He showed me all the workings of the mysterious carburetor, including the bent choke-flap that might cause some sticking problems in the future. He was incredibly kind about my lack of knowledge, and even cleaned and adjusted the carb for us. So, now we know, and knowing is half the battle!

Describing the operation of the choke on the carburetor to me


Thanks of your help and knowledge, Danny' neighbor. The Empty Pockets really appreciate you getting us back on the road. Plus now we know what to keep an eye on whilst we're out in the wild again. Hurray for carburetors!

-Nate Bellon-bass

Monday, April 6, 2009

Music Video Madness! (or Smile for the Camera!)

Music Video! Music Video! Music Video!

That's basically what Saturday and Sunday felt like. An intensely enjoyable and insightful experience was had by all as we, the Empty Pockets, filmed our first ever music video. It was a lot of laughs, a lot of fun, and a lot of hard work. The crew of the music video was beyond professional, and they were all super-nice people to boot. Everyone was really great and put their shoulder to the wall to make sure the music video turned out to be something we could all be proud of. The honorary Pocket Greg Grabowski was even on hand to document it all for us. Thanks, Greg!

Before we start the photo parade, I'd like to take a second and thank everyone who showed up to be extras on Sunday. We were glad to see a lot of friendly faces and greet some new Pockets fans. You people made the difference. Your energy and hard-work really made the scenes and we love each and every one of you. Thank you so much.

They say a photo is worth a thousand words. Were that true, my old English professor would be forced to call this a 12,000+ word blog. But of course, that never worked in college. Lousy... anyway, let's get started!

We started loading in at 8 a.m. on Saturday morning. The crew started working furiously, unloading a truck full of camera and lighting gear. The Pockets started unloading all of our various musical instruments and whatnot.

Unpacking stuff in the gym. We had a whole host of musical gear with us, including two different drum sets, a series of different guitars and basses, and lots of cables, mics, and stands.

After unpacking, it was time to get prepped with make-up, costumes and hair-dresssing. Jill was our make-up artist, and she seriously rocked the block. Luda worked our hair as an artist would a block of marble, product her chisel. Thanks for the hard work and dedication, ladies!

While Danny and I were getting our faces on, Josh was hard at work, shooting in the parking lot. He jumped and drove and drove and jumped. Action shot!

And so we filmed. I kept looking at the camera, so I think Ratko was scolding me. It was all in good fun.

Greg! He's an honorary Pocket and rides with us whenever he can to help out and hang out. We love that big fuzzy guy, plus he's got a great eye for photos. Keep up the good work, Newman.

Sometimes the filming got the better of us.

But everyone persevered. Here, the crew works frantically (as they did tirelessly) to get ready for one of the first stage shots of the video.

Sometimes, we had to channel our inner rock-stars, as seen here. Nice job, Pockets!

And on and on we filmed, into the dark of the night. Here we film a shot involving the convertible again. It was kind of cold outside, but everybody rocked their respective blocks in order to pull it off.

Finally, we got to head to our next engagement, a gig at Norton's in Highland Park, where we rocked until 1:30 a.m. A long day drawn to a close of sleep and prep for the next day of shooting.

Stay tuned for Day 2 of the Josh and the Empty Pockets music video shoot, complete with more photo madness! Also, we'll be posting more photos and videos on the Facebook and Myspace pages, so keep checking in.

Till then, keep on rockin' ya'll.
-Nate Bellonbass

Friday, April 3, 2009

Magnolia Cafe - Austin, TX

One of my favorite things to do on tour is eat at cool local spots. In Austin, I ingested a mouthful of heaven. Guy from the Foot Network really knows his shit, apparently, because Magnolia 24 hour Café in Austin, TX was the best diner experience I’ve ever had.

The kitchen is part of the restaurant as you walk in and there are people eating at a bar practically next to the many stainless steel counter tops, grills and their cooks working away. The seating area is wood paneled and painted a fresh sun yellow with framed photographs and art decorating the room.

Our food was incredible. We started with an order of “Martian Potatoes”- skillet potatoes cooked with scallion, jalepeño and melted jack cheese and clearly, the people at the Magnolia Café have been to Mars, because we finished the potatoes minutes after they hit the table. For the entrée, I ordered “LOVE’s Migas” which was eggs scrambled in love butter (garlic and Serrano pepper-infused buttor) with homemade tortillas, grilled onion, tomato, avocado and Monterey-jack cheese. Josh ordered chiken rojas enchiladas, Danny had cinnamony French toast and scrambled eggs and Nate got the “T-Rex” omelet with turkey, cheese, grilled onions, and other stuff. All in all, a delightful experience and I already want to go back to try their cornmeal pancakes with bananas and pecans. Guy Fieri, the Empty Pockets salute you.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Cincinnati and the fine fine Elfers family

Tony Elfers is the man. Our sometimes (and in the future, hopefully all times) rocking guitarist was raised in Cincinnati, Ohio and joined us this past Saturday (with 60 of his closest friends and family) for our show at the Comet Bar. Tony tore the place apart with his rock moves and screaming licks. And as you can see by Nate's intense closed-eye singing technique... he also rocked the house. Ha.
We played an hour set and even though the sound was no good (kind of a shitty room sound) I think we pulled off a pretty good show.

Tony's gracious parents Peg and Greg (hell yeah rhyming parent names) let us stay in their home and fed us multiple meals. Wow! What a treat on the road. Sloppy joes and breakfast. Hooray. Tony brought his lovely gal-pal Melanie and they also stayed at the Elfer's Cincinnati home so it was a party the whole weekend long.
We played with toys:
Very nice Eri. We played with even more toys:
And we just had a great freakin' time. Thanks Tony, Peg and Greg! You guys are awesome!

Till next time,

Josh

Monday, March 30, 2009

A band swim


A little while back the band took a swim in a Crowne Plaza pool and hot tub. Let's take a looksee shall we?
Danny and I enjoying a little pool action. After hours and hours in the Pocket Rocket nothing is better than 30 minutes in the pool then 15 in the hot tub.
Nate doing a little stretching. Nice form buddy. Gotta keep those golden driving arms in tip top condition. Nate is our primary driver after all.Very graceful Eri. Well done.

Peace out y'all,

Josh

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Rudyard Kipling, the place not the author

Our travels brought us to the fine cit of Louisville, Kentucky this past Friday evening, the home of the slugger. Louisville slugger that is. We've played Kentucky a few times before but this was certainly our best performance in the "bluegrass state" (bluegrass for the actual grass that is blue, not the music). Tenia Sanders opened the show and really blew us all away with her voice and songwriting chops. She played a rockin' 45 minute set. We bought her cd and everything.As we were sitting down to have a few drinks before the show Danny's parents walked in the joint all the way from Chicago! You rock Rosenthals. You rock hard.I can't believe they drove down to suprise us. That was truley rad. Fans that we met in Frankfort, KY (the capital y'all) also drove west to join us in Louisville. Hells yeah Aaron and Missy. Thanks so much for making the trip. Overall the Rudyard was a good place. Good audience and pretty good sound that evening.

Stay cool,

Josh