On Monday, September 15, at 8pm, Thunderegg—in full-band acoustic incarnation, featuring James on his suitcase drum kit—returns to Osteria in San Francisco for some delicious dinnertime jams. It’s our first show since the August tour sent Will all the way across the country and back. Come see how good he got. The Facebook event is here, and you can make reservations here.
As we were passing through Amarillo, this song came on courtesy of Silver Rails, a great country/folk program on High Plains Public Radio. We’ll try to keep checking back at 1:00 p.m. Saturdays, CST, and think about how pretty the clouds were, and how strange and wonderful Willie Lamothe’s French sounded as the plains spread all around us.
There was only one copy of the Thunderegg cassette among the merch on this tour. Every time someone wanted to buy it, I had to apologize and tell them it was just for display, and that I could mail them one from San Francisco, and blah blah blah. But finally in Oklahoma City, it was made known to us that
At Hutch’s Motel, Cafe, and Lounge. Scott was on duty when we checked in exhausted at two in the morning, and after he handed us the room key, he tossed us two cold ones.
Greg from Nanobot Rock Reviews takes on C’mon Thunder and damned if he didn’t love it. Reading stuff like this makes you glad you do what you do:
I, up to now, considered myself a fan of Thunderegg. After C’mon Thunder I am a fanatic. To me, the record is the perfect fit for this summer and will always be synonymous with 2014. I could drive for hours, watching the country roll by under my tires, through towns and states, to this album and never think twice about it.