"Psychedelic, and sometimes suspiciously simple, TJO is a group of musicians who keep you guessing."
"Captivating." says Jeff Brigham - CPR
"..this trio connects through raw emotion." T. Flamm -Illinois Entertainer.
Emmet Austin - Vocals/B [+]"Psychedelic, and sometimes suspiciously simple, TJO is a group of musicians who keep you guessing."
"Captivating." says Jeff Brigham - CPR
"..this trio connects through raw emotion." T. Flamm -Illinois Entertainer.
Emmet Austin - Vocals/Bass Scud Peterson - Drums Cleveland James - Guitars
TJO and a Thin Jacket The wind had really picked up and my right ear felt as if it could had fallen off from fear of frostbite (Chicago winters can be inconsiderate to say the least). Reassuring myself the ear was still there, I hurried my steps toward The Elbo Room. I could see Jack Frost himself through the glass door giggling and pointing at me once I was finally inside. Looking at his tiny, cold face, I felt anger and pity all in the same moment.
Alas, I was a little early, so I sat at the small bar and talked shop with the owner, a curt, portly man who smoked a cigar, the smell from which suggested something sinister. Holding my Shirley Temple with two hands, I grinned and squinted cowardly at a man who could physically crush me with a grimace. When I asked when the The Jacobson Organ was to play, he smiled and told me to ask the chap stationed at the door holding the ink pad and stamp and who nodded his head a lot. Away I went, lucky to be alive that night, haunted by a frigid storybook character and a man as real as the red cherry in my drink.
I dug out five dollars and gave it to the fellow at the door leading down into the dungeonous basement of the place. There's a certain charm to that cold, extremely dark place, designed by a maniacal architect. Nearly hitting my head several times on metal beams and concrete slabs located in the most unreasonable places, I eventually found a somewhat comfortable point from which to watch the band.
Just as I finished my drink, the boys in the band came out wearing nothing but cowboy hats and diapers for older folks with "control problems." I chuckled a bit. (As rumor has it, the week before at the U.S. Beer Co., the drummer had worn an enormous tiger costume.) The band had a small table and chair set out for a man to sit and eat cereal on stage during the performance. Looks as if they treat their roadies quite well.
To kick off the show, the band reached deep into their s
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