The Phantom Four tour in retrospect. Let me state unequivocally at the start that this was one of my life’s great adventures. I was honored to have been asked to join Niels Jansen, Phantom Frank Gerritson, and Marc de Regt for this tour and the experience was better than I had imagined it would be. I first saw this Dutch band at the Surfer Joe Festival in Italy back in 2011, and I was totally blown away by their music, performance, and stage presence. Having the opportunity to join them for a series of shows this past month was one of life’s amazing curve balls.
We met up in Seattle, Washington, in the early evening of August 3 and went out for some nice Mexican cuisine. We regrouped the following day to start rehearsals. The next day, after several more hours of rehearsing, we headed to KEXP-FM, a public radio station, for a live on-the-air session. Then, we joined Evan Foster and his great band, The Boss Martians, for the first gig at Darrell's Tavern that evening. Dusty Watson (drummer extraordinaire and member of The Sonics, along with Evan) happened to be in town that night and was at the club. As many will remember, Dusty played drums for my band, Jon & The Nightriders, back in the 80s and 90s. He joined us onstage that evening for a ballsy version of my tune, “Rumble at Waikiki.” The Boss Martians were on fire, as usual, and a helluva good time was had by all.
The next night, we played Portland, Oregon. More of life’s amazing curve balls awaited me there. I met up with two guys before the show who were both influential in my early guitar playing days back in the 1960s: Rick Clingman and Bill Howitt. Rick went to my high school and played lead guitar in a band called The Esquires, known for their lone single release, “Flashin’ Red” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AygeL0tt5D0). The Esquires were one of the two or three local surf bands that made me want to form a band and make records. I hadn’t seen him in over 50 years!! Bill Howitt was the other guitarist in my late 60’s psychedelic band, Columbia Bicycle. We met during my first year of college. For one summer between my freshman and sophomore years, the band rented an old Victorian house in Claremont, CA, and lived there together, practicing in the living room, and playing Love-Ins and the like in SoCal. Except for a brief encounter about eight or nine years ago, I hadn’t seen Bill since 1968. I can’t begin to explain what it was like to meet up with both of these guys at the same moment in time during a band tour. A little surreal, perhaps, and certainly synchronistic, but what a special evening it was for me.
We flew down to San Jose for the first really big show of the tour, at the Ritz Theater together with Messer Chups (from Russia), The Bradipos IV (from Italy), and local bands Frankie & The Pool Boys, and Fascinating Creatures of The Deep. Great venue, great audience, and really good supporting bands. We made a personal appearance on nearby KFJC radio the next day. Great running into Phil Dirt at the station. He’s one of surf music’s greatest supporters and radio dj’s. Hadn’t seen him in years. The first leg of our tour ended that afternoon as I boarded a plane to fly home to Southern California and the other three Phantoms took off on a three-day journey through Yosemite, King’s Canyon, and Sequoia National Parks. We all met up at my house four days later to begin the second leg of the tour.
Besides several shows in San Diego (at which my neice, Jennifer Blair Sundstrom Vedenoff, showed up!!!!), Los Angeles, and Huntington Beach, the second really big show happened on August 13 in Torrance, California, at the annual Surf Guitar 101 Convention. This 12-hour event featured over 10 surf bands from all over the world with The Phantom Four headlining. Comments, photos, and videos abound on FB, YouTube, and at surfguitar101.com (the #1 website for anyone interested in surf music).
It was at our appearance at the Surf Dogs sports bar on August 15 in Huntington Beach that someone walked away with my backpack (an olive drab, canvass Jansport pack). If you have it, I’d really appreciate having it returned.
On August 17th, we played in Las Vegas. There was a huge forest fire that started two days before and had the main freeway to Vegas shut down. We had to take an alternate route, one that added over two hours to the usual 4 ½ hour drive. We made it just in time for the gig, then drove back home the next day.
The third biggest show of the tour happened on the 18th. We drove back to San Diego, but this time the show was during the opening night of the big, annual, Tiki Oasis Fest, a gathering of Hawaiiana fans. We had the BEST audience and the best onstage sound system of any of our shows on this tour. The show was awesome and very memorable, at least for me. I hope the audience felt the same way. Just a great evening.
Finally, the last (and shortest) leg of the tour: Arizona. We had two shows, one in Tucson and the other 110 miles away in Phoenix. After we passed the California/Arizona border, and as the sun set, we hit a nasty little sandstorm that lasted for a few minutes. I guess these things are common in that part of the world, but I don’t think I’ve ever driven through a sandstorm like that before. The weather, however, had not finished giving us a solid Arizona welcome. Shortly after the sandstorm, we hit a torrential monsoon rainstorm unlike anything I’ve experienced before. For a good 15-20 minutes (maybe longer), we had to slow way-y-y-y down from the posted speed limit of 75 mph to a creeping 10-15 mph. The rain was falling so fast and hard that my windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. It was now pitch dark and there were no lights on the highway nor obvious places to pull off. So, we kept driving, albeit very, very slowly until the rain abated. Pretty scary, actually.
Both the sandstorm and torrential downpour of rain put us behind schedule by a few minutes. When we finally arrived in Tucson and made our way to the club, the supporting band, The Surfside IV, were halfway through their opening set. They also played at the gig in Phoenix the next night. Those last two shows went well for us, the weather was cooperative, and the audiences – although a tad on the small size – were appreciative and seemed to have a good time.
The other three Phantom Four flew back to Holland from Phoenix the next morning. We tried to have a final breakfast together, but two restaurants we tried had lengthy waiting lists. There wasn’t any time left to drive around and find someplace without people waiting. And so, standing in the parking lot of a Waffle House, we said our goodbyes. Neils, Frank, and Marc left for the airport while I hit the freeway for the uneventful 5-hour drive back home to SoCal.
So, there it was. I have so many memories and great feelings that go way beyond what I’ve written here. Sharing the road with those three guys from Holland was a tremendous and fun experience. The Phantom Four are a wonderful band that deserves to be heard by the masses. If you aren’t familiar with them, please check them out, buy their music, and enjoy what I’ve had the pleasure of playing a dozen times in the last three weeks. An experience like this most likely won’t happen again. Maybe it will although the experience wouldn’t be the same. I truly thank the band for their interest in me and my guitar playing, for putting up with the older guy in the band for three weeks, and for allowing me to share the stage with you. I also thank all of those who came out to see us from Seattle to Portland, to San Jose and SoCal, San Diego, and Arizona. Thanks to the bands and to promoter Jeff Hanson who helped book all of the shows on this tour. Neils Jansen is the main force behind North Sea Surf Radio, a 24/7 streaming, commercial-free, radio station that plays nothing but instrumental surf music. Please check them out (http://www.northseasurfradio.org/).
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