I came to The Yale Apartments late, only once I become involved with Fragments. Which resulted in a lot of time in the basement suite. Artists of all walks of life, the finest of this hick town, would come passing though.The rooms where small, but we always managed to squeeze a dozen or so of us into one room. Naturally as the nights progressed there was a little of all of us in every apartment.There is a glow of belonging behind those old wooden doors. You can always find a couple of good folk, porch locked, on a lukewarm day having a cigarette and gin at 2:00 in the afternoon. View high resolution

I came to The Yale Apartments late, only once I become involved with Fragments. Which resulted in a lot of time in the basement suite. Artists of all walks of life, the finest of this hick town, would come passing though.The rooms where small, but we always managed to squeeze a dozen or so of us into one room. Naturally as the nights progressed there was a little of all of us in every apartment.There is a glow of belonging behind those old wooden doors.

You can always find a couple of good folk, porch locked, on a lukewarm day having a cigarette and gin at 2:00 in the afternoon.

another glass…

the music of chris tenz now has a signature cocktail. 

http://shakebuildstir.blogspot.ca/2013/03/another-glass.html

happy mixing. 

Tenz and co. Yale Apartments View high resolution

Tenz and co.

Yale Apartments

Chris, Harrison, Trumpet Ted, Myself and a few others drove out to a place that no long exists. We played music and drank gin until it was to dark to see. It was completely silent except for the one note that Ted had been playing for the last hour and the trains that pressed on by.  View high resolution

Chris, Harrison, Trumpet Ted, Myself and a few others drove out to a place that no long exists. We played music and drank gin until it was to dark to see. It was completely silent except for the one note that Ted had been playing for the last hour and the trains that pressed on by. 

UK tour notes: newcastle, edinburgh

we drove from london to york after the cafe oto gig for a wee nap. we then got ready to drive to newcastle, where we were greeted by paul elam, who put on a show for us in an absolutely eccentric and amazing venue. we were led down an alley along the edge of chinatown, up some steps and right into a tower on the city wall. the venue was perfectly intimate, and even though gareth got to set up in the chimney first before i had the chance, it was a remarkable experience. people brought in their own drinks into the small room, and the toilet was accessed through a tiny door on the side of the wall in the rat infested alley. honestly the most interesting location i could have ever imagined playing a gig. 

after enjoying the hospitality of paul and iona, we ventured off to edinburgh. the drive along the coast of scotland was one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever seen. that part of the world has always drawn me, and it was really nice to be back again. 

ally winford (of the beloved convex mancave project, no less) was super nice. he put us on at the banshee, in central edinburgh, took us out for pints at brewdog, and hosted us at his flat. 

flo, the cellist of the evening for memory drawings, joined me for my first track and actually made me sound good. there’s rumors of her cello being added to a few recordings soon, which is delightful news, so keep your ears peeled for that. 

the rest of the trip consisted of catching up with good friends along the way back to london. the immense hospitality i was shown, and the opportunity to play with some amazing artists, was almost overwhelming. 

thanks to everyone in the uk who hosted me, listened, and got me involved in their projects.