Any Love is Good Love

A producer from Evening MagazineSaint Bryan — emailed us about a month ago to ask if he could come shoot some footage at band practice. He’d seen our video on YouTube and thought that a segment on the uke was just the thing. Evening Magazine aired a bit of Freeze Frame with the outgoing credits in early May and I’m not the only one who said, “Hey! The Castaways are IN MY TV!”

Even though we don’t act like five responsible adults, that’s what we are, so events transpired to make our interview with Evening Magazine not happen. We didn’t miss the window on TV entirely — Saint passed us along to New Day Northwest where we played Crazy Train for a live studio audience, where Jim answered a few questions about the band, and where we gave a Castaways t-shirt to the show host, Margaret Larson. Afterwards, we went and had diner breakfast, as we do. We rescheduled Evening Magazine for a June visit to Patos Locos, our rehearsal studio at Jim’s house.

Being on local television has been really fun — people keep telling us they saw us. An old friend of Mark’s introduced himself to Jim at the mall. “Hey, aren’t you in the Castaways, I saw you on TV!” Pete and I met a woman at the Feedback Lounge who said “I just saw you guys on reruns while I was a the gym.” We’re trying to act like pros about it. “Oh, just another day at the office,” Ed will say, but inside we’re very much “OH MY GOD YOU GUYS WE WERE ON TV AND WE’RE GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!” A-hem.

We continue to feel like the recipients of luck and goodwill. Even the weather has been our ally — we played some outdoor stages recently and it was dry and sunny and not too cold, no small gift in Seattle in springtime. We graduated from spending money at the Feedback Lounge, Jeff Gilbert‘s West Seattle bar where we’ve held many a band meeting,  to playing for a packed house. We pulled a nice crowd at Folklife, too, and we scored by getting what seemed to us like the best stage manager and sound guys on the grounds.

In addition to a bunch of summer shows, we’ve got some projects in the works. Our second CD is in production at the Castaways Sound Labs and our video team is meeting regularly to get everything lined up for the next shoot. We’re also wrangling a lot of business stuff (“It’s very bureaucratic,” says Ed. “We’re like Vogons.”), boring but important.

We’ve been playing “You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet” since a happy bride and groom asked us to learn it for their wedding reception. We pull a volunteer cowbell player from the crowd to help out — it’s been fun to have a friend or fan on stage. At our Feedback Lounge show, we had Jeff Gilbert (the owner) slam it for us, and he did a great job, but in his enthusiasm, he broke the drumstick.

Pete forgot to restock and as a result, we found ourselves at Folklife one stick short. Luckily, friend of the band Gregg Porter randomly wandered by while we were discussing this problem. “Gregg,” I said, “We have a mission for you.” Gregg appeared about ten minutes later with a loaner drumstick. “What else can we ask him for?” said Pete. “Also, I think he’s passed the initial screening for band manager, we should get him in for an interview. If we’re hiring. Are we hiring?”

We’re trying to keep our good fortune in perspective. Sure, there’s lots of backstage work going on, no one’s allowed to phone it in, but we feel like the fates and the fans are on our side. We’ve got nothing but gratitude for the help we’ve received. Any love IS good love. And we kind of feel like this: We ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Take it, BTO.