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Gregory Page: A Closet Clown's Dry Dreams in a Wet Desert

The Saga Thus Far, Nutshelled

An English baby boy with the veddy English name of Gregory Page sits on Paul McCartney's lap in Barcelona, Spain, while his mom's band plays its opening set at a concert featuring the Fab Four. Thus, in the wee wee years of his wee life was Gregory's innocent, wee ass blessed. Whee!

Gregory's journey through youth is happily saturated with music, thanks to the proclivities and talents of many members of his extended family.

At 15 he moves from North London to North Park in San Diego, where his grandparents happen to be living on Gregory Street. Moves back to England after 10 years, deciding he doesn't feel English anymore. Comes back less than a year later in 1987, where he soon hooks up with Steve Poltz, joins the Rugburns, and, soon enough, discerning San Diego music lovers join together and are hooked for good on Gregory Page.

One Fan's Prediction

Near the end of 2005, most likely in early November, an older fan phoned Gregory Page to share his latest revelation, a prediction the local legend hasn't forgotten. 'Listen,' the fan whispered. 'I believe that 2006 is going to be the Year of Gregory Page.'

Not half over yet, the year has still to be christened, but Page's name does still seem to be remaining there on the short list over by the incubator.

Uncommon times demand uncommon heroes, and there is very little that is common about Mr. Page.

Let's try a little test.

Ask just about any artist what his or her own favorite album is and you'll usually get one of two answers.

A fair number will reply (with a self-deceptive sense of poetic originality), 'Oh, I still haven't made my best one yet.'

The more common response (equally cliched and pathetically ignorant) would go something like, 'Asking me to choose my favorite is like asking a parent, 'Which is your favorite child?' You really can't answer something like that, can you?' Now how's that for a revelation, the artist thinks. Didn't think I was so wise, so deep, did you?

Now for some refreshment. Put the question to a certifiable original like Gregory Page and you get a unique response, one that steals your breath for a moment to pat its soft spot gently before floating it back into your chest.

'My best album? It's the one I'm just finishing. It's coming out in September. It's called Daydreaming at Night. I swear it's the best thing I've ever done. Best album ever made, not to take anything away from Rubber Soul. No, I'm kidding. (or did he say 'No kidding'?) It feels like I've spent my whole life working on it.'

Daydreaming at Night will be Page's sixteenth album, a number befitting a gorgeous debutante with 15 remarkable seasons behind her - seasons of noticeable brevity, actually. Averaging about three months each, from conception to completion, the previous releases are beaten by the year's work invested in the upcoming crie du coeur.

The New Show

He's happy these days as well with his latest performing incarnation, the Gregory Page Band, which gives focus to compositions seemingly plucked from another era, anchored by the often top-hatted vaudevillian belter who may have once wanted to be a circus clown but took a wrong turn somewhere. Complementing his performing these days are the vocals of Erica Davies, the piano of Martin Greaves, and the warm violin of Ray Swen. (Greaves and Swen are also heard on Daydreaming at Night, as are James East on bass and Brian 'Nucci' Cantrell on drums.)

The union of Gregory and Erica on stage is the happy result of some weird set of stars' lucky alignment, it would seem. There was the young man who'd frequently seek out the wisdom and wares of old-time music's regional godfather, Lou Curtiss, at Curtiss' Folk Arts Rare Records. There was Louis Brazier, sound man and major domo at Lestat's, who'd frequently praise to Gregory the talents of a young chanteuse, a young woman who seemed to have literally come from another era, long ago. Curtiss himself, when conversing with Gregory, would remark on the exceptional diva he'd recently heard around town, a lady with similar musical interests as Page himself lately, as well as those of a frequent male customer of his . . .

It was all destined to sort itself out, and it did. The customer seeking musical sustenance from Curtiss was a close friend of Erica's, doing the legwork as a personal favor to her. Louis and Lou had both been enchanted by the same young performer, as would be Gregory himself soon enough through their recommendations. Audiences at Lestat's would soon delight in the wonder of the blended voices of Gregory and Erica Ð something like a light, flowery dynamite...'I knew I'd really regret it if I didn't approach her about singing together. I have a very strong habit of trying to avoid tragedy,' Page confesses.

Worldwide Scoop

Speaking of habits . . . when he isn't on some stage somewhere performing (believe it or not, it's not a priority . . . really) or strolling solo around his favorite section of Balboa Park (can't reveal the exact location, but it's east of Park Boulevard), his 'habit' would be the primary focus of his life: making music in his home studio. 'Home' isn't actually a correct term here. Six months ago he set up shop apart from his residence in Kensington, within a spacious converted garage of a very pleasant house among the foothills of Mount Helix in La Mesa. What's immediately strange is that so much older equipment is in such constant use by someone with such a remarkably keen ear as Page. He uses what contemporary technicians would have every right to call 'old school' or even 'obsolete' equipment for two basic reasons. The first is that he's always liked the gear and shuns the very idea of upgrading when he can get absolutely anything he requires out of what he's got. The other (and perhaps primary) reason would be that almost all of the equipment is donated, or on loan, from angels he knows, angels with names like Rick Lein and Dylan Ankney and Rafter Roberts who must understand the value of Page's art and seem pledged to encourage it. 'I couldn't do it without their kindness,' Page stresses. 'I'm no techno freak. I appreciate the capabilities of this older equipment and it's like we're all familiar with one another. I see no reason to change just in order to be 'cool' or 'up to date.'

Which, of course, he's always been anyway.

Shocking Unknown Fact

I couldn't believe it myself when he told me. But: unlike during writing and recording (two activities only slightly less natural to him than breathing), when his concentration and focus are not easily jarred, Page becomes terrifically vulnerable to attacks of nerves before performing a live show. 'It begins right when I wake up on the day of the show,' he explains. 'The rest of the day is a battle to control it, and I'm getting a bit better with experience, I guess. But then, I'm a basket case once I arrive at the venue, and it only gets worse the closer I get to going on stage. I can get physically ill! The only relief comes with feedback from the audience and, suddenly, it's as if all that nervousness, that fear, had never touched me.' With such an enthralling body of work, Page can easily be forgiven for being an occasional pussy, can't he?

It Will Go On

That explains a lot. A clearer perception of an exceptional man and his exceptional art begins to emerge. He's certainly earned the contentedness he's feeling these days. Love Made Me Drunk is out now on international shelves, on friend-and-fellow artist A. J. Croce's new label, Seedling Records. Recently, while shopping at Walgreens, he saw it for sale and confesses, 'It's hard to describe the feeling. I wanted to buy it.' When reminded that Walgreens also sells cigarettes and rat poison, his giddiness remains untainted. One wonders if they also carry Penthouse, that once-crusading, innovative journal for the sophisticated horn-dog that carried a blurb and a lovely, kissable color photo of his intellectual mug a couple issues back. Page is still unbowed. 'Well, it's not like being Pet of the Month, I guess, but there's still time.' As this is being written, John Doe of the X band is with him in Page's studio, producing and recording the brilliant new album by Tom Brosseau. After that, Page will put the final polish on his masterwork Daydreaming at Night and then possibly take a break from recording for up to a year.

Sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Page, but that seems unlikely. We know what your blood is made of and you can't survive without all the ingredients. And your vaudevillian shows with your new band are becoming the hottest tickets in town, particularly at your beloved Lestat's.

'Some people can remain dedicated to both music and a spouse,' he tells me. 'I find that quite difficult.' Difficult? Let me help you, Gregoire. I now pronounce you man and wife. Music, you are now Mrs. Gregory Page. Your new child will have a name now, Daydreaming at Night. Time to get back at it. Keep those babies coming.

Does he see himself leaving San Diego, where he's so comfortable with his recording studio, his family, fans and friends, his daily walks? 'If I ever move, it'll be to France,' he says. 'I've always thought of myself growing old in Paris [where his father lives]. But . . . no. Here I've also got my mom, my sisters, uncle. Plus I've got a good auto mechanic, a wonderful doctor and dentist. And I've got Lestat's. The people who came out last night paid my rent for the month. Some became emotional, openly weeping! No, this is my home. I feel like I'm sort of needed, and I'm very grateful for that.'

It's True

For at least one person, it has already become The Year of Gregory Page. The year 2006 will always be known as that by that fan who had made the prediction over the phone late last year, who can now see the cover he shot for Love Made Me Drunk in stores wherever he travels, and who was fortunate enough to be trusted with the writing of this piece.

Thanks, Gregory.

Gregory Page Discography

1. The Romantic Adventures of Harry (Bed Pan 1993)

2. The Romantic Adventures of Harry (Bizarre Planet 1994)

3. Fare Thee Well (Produced by John Doe 1997)

4. Flying Underwater (Bed Pan 1998)

5. And I Look Up (Bed Pan 2000)

6. Music for Mortals (Bed Pan 2000)

7. Grace in Arms (Bed Pan 2001)

8. Unhappy Hour (Bed Pan 2001)

9. The Reality of Dinosaurs (Bed Pan 2001)

10. Under the Rainbow (Bed Pan 2002)

11. God Makes Ghosts (Bed Pan 2002)

12. Love Made Me Drunk (Bed Pan 2003)

13. Live at Lestat's September 28, 2003 (Bed Pan 2003)

14. Happiness Is Being Lonely (Bed Pan 2004)

15. Alive in Australia (Bed Pan 2005)

16. Sleeping Dogs (Bed Pan 2005)

17. Love Made Me Drunk (Seedling Records/International Re-Release 2006)

Productions

1. Jason Mraz In Love and Sadness 2002

2. Robin Henkel Highway Blues 2003

3. Jose Sinatra Knowing Me, Touching Me (Bed Pan 2001)

4. Jose Sinatra Education and Outreach (Bed Pan 2002)

5. Jose Sinatra Knowing Me Again, Touching Me Again (Bed Pan 2003)

6. Carlos Olmeda Sensitive Groove

7. Starbelly 2000

8. Sammy Lambert Welcome to my World (Bed Pan/Two Pressings/ 2000)

9. American Folk Singers Music from the Bad Old Days, Vol. 1 (Bed Pan 2002)

10. American Folk Singers Music from the Bad Old Days, Vol. 2 (Bed Pan 2003)

11. Tom Bosseau The Blue Album (Bed Pan 2001)

12. Tom Brosseau North Dakota (Bed Pan 2002)

13. Tom Brosseau Five Songs (EP/Bed Pan2003)

14. Tom Brosseau The Orange Album (Bed Pan 2003)

15. Various Artists w/Jason Mraz, Carlos Olmeda, Lisa Sanders, Gregory Page, Tom Brosseau, Bushwalla, Anna and Lindsey Troy, Atom Orr, Berkley Hart, Angela Correa, Dead Rock West, Patrick Dennis Aspasia Aid (Bed Pan 2002)

16. Dave Easton Club Cilche 2002

17. Anna Troy Doll House 2004

18. Angela Correa Correatown (Bed Pan 2005)

19. Itai Ice Age Melt Down 2005

20. Jason Mraz Demos 2005

21. Lindsey Troy War (EP/2005)

22. Carlos Olmeda The Other American 2005

23. Tom Brosseau The Blue Album (Loveless Records/Re-Release 2006)

24.  Tom Brosseau Empty Houses Are Lonely (Fat Cat Records 2006)

Photos by Steve Covault