~ NEW ALBUM “THE MOTHER OF TROUBLE” DONE CAME ON ALL STREAMING SERVICES !!
~ VIDEO SINGLE “BLACK ROCHELLE” IS OUT TOO https://youtu.be/30SrbQkemdk

When: Monday nite 12/18 7:30pm ET

WHERE: https://youtube.com/live/4LXO4KNzKHM?feature=share

Who gets 10%+: https://www.buddydoghs.org/ because doggies...

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DATES OF NOTE

1/13 - CAMBRIDGE, MA, CLUB PASSIM - ***JUST ANNOUNCED*** this will sell out quickly so get your tix now! https://www.passim.org/live-music/events/vance-gilbert/

2/23 - NY, NY City Vineyard - https://citywinery.com/city-vineyard-nyc- not listed yet either, but it begins a residency for me!! Guest(s) to be announced!!

AND IF YOU HIRE ME FOR A PRIVATE PARTY, lemme know so I can show up.

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WHATEVER LOUISE WANTS

Thanks Dan for the loaner of the monitor. I had to move this picture to the other side with doubled-over tape to avoid the on/off switch. This was our first poodle Louise.

She was a rescue, from Poodle Rescue of New England. Found on the street in Springfield, MA, she went from aggressive streetdog to people calling the house asking when we’d bring her to the park to socialize their puppies. We had her a mere 3 years, but, and I apologize for the potentially inappropriate appropriative use of a word precious to Native Folks, she really was my Spirit Animal. She was Me, I Her.
Humor me one story please…

As we grew together after 2 years of running on the bike path 2 miles out to the Music Emporium and 2 miles home, I became scofflaw, running with her at my hip sans a leash. She wouldn’t budge no matter the distraction. Dogs, cats, squirrels. Didn’t matter. My favorite pound of flesh was when more than one bicyclist clad in all the most recent gear would speed dangerously by and cast over their shoulder “LEASH YOUR DOG!!”, I’d scream back: “MY DOG IS UNDER BETTER CONTROL AND SAFER THAN YOUR FRIGGIN KIDS AT THE PARK!!"

Well, it was a lot but true.

When leashed for the first 2 years, I’d make it a point to sprint the stretch of fence - about 5/8 mile - that lined the path next to a landscaping company. When we got to the bike repair place, we’d slow back to our rest-of-the-way-home pace.

One day, Louise unleashed, I wasn’t giving that stretch of fence much mind as she trotted alongside me. Right at the first fence’s post, she trotted slightly ahead, and I swear looked back at me with what could only be described as an impish wink, and took off - straight along the path, with me, sprinting in her wake. At the end of the fence she looked back at me again, wagging, having won the race, and my heart, again for the hundredth time that day.

Don’t let animal behaviorists tell you nothing. I know in my heart and soul that Standard Poodles are but teenagers that just happen to poop in the yard.

And no offense, but never mind Heaven. Wherever the Rainbow Bridge is is where I wanna go when this is over.