Greetings, You Good-looking and Talented Slim People with Excellent Taste in Music!

I once had a job as a mannequin at Macy's.

I held that position for a long time.

Slim Boys and Girls,

First of all, Big Thanks to all who came out to the Slim Man Band concert in Apple Valley. We had a blast!

Great show. Great crowd. Great meatballs afterwards!

Speaking of meatballs, have I mentioned that the Slim Man Cooks Volume 1 cookbook is back in stock?

Well, it may be hard to believe, but it's true-be-doobie-do!

It's been out of print for a while. But now we have the first cookbook back in stock. Joy to the world!

And with Christmas right around the corner, what a great stocking stuffer this would make for Grandma.

Just make sure she has really big stockings, preferably support hose! Because this cookbook is 8 x 12 inches!

It's sturdy. The cover is laminated. So you can drop a crab cake on it and it won't stain.

It has a lay-flat binding, which means whatever page you open to, it stays open.

Which is important when you're up to your elbows in tomato sauce.

Or having a knife fight in the kitchen with your dearly beloved over who makes the best meatballs.

And every ravishing recipe has a video.

That's right! Scan the QR code and watch Mr. Man show you how to cook that dish. It's magically delicious!

Try it. Here's the QR code for my Italian Chicken Soup video:

Let's not forget about the somewhat amusing anecdotes...

Every recipe has a possibly funny story about growing up in Baltimore, Mr. Man's Eyetralian family, the wacky music biz and more.

It's guaranteed to please. If you don't love it, yes our feelings will be hurt. But we'll refund your dough. Every stinkin' cent!

So that's it. That's my pitch and I'm sticking to it!

Go to the website and order one now.

And would it kill ya to come out to a Slim Show?

All deets on all gigs are down below and on the website.

AND NOW FOR THE REAL NEW

REAL NEWS FROM

SLIM'S SHADY TRAILER PARK

Thursday

Chase (Huna, Sax Man) and I arrived at the airport around midnight. Central Wisconsin. Land of Cheeseheads. 

It's a small airport. We flew in a small plane. An open cockpit biplane.

Well, maybe not that small.

I've been to Wisconsin many times. Wonderful people. Warm, kind, genuine, generous, fun-loving, and...

Call them crazy, but they seem to like a little Slimness once or twice a year. Which is about all any town can take!

Peace Man picked us up in his poster-blue Jeep Wrangler and drove us to his place outside Marshfield. The house is in the middle of the woods next to a small river. 

Yes, it's a house. But it's more like one big art gallery. Paintings and sculptures everywhere.

I've known Peace for a long time. We met at a jazz festival I was playing about ten years ago.

He's a music lover. Art collector. Packers fan. And proud Cheesehead. We've become grate (sorry!) friends.

We got to the Peace House around 1 AM. We Three Amigos went to our separate bedrooms and hit the hay. 

I went to the Slim Boudoir. I opened the sliding doors to hear the babbling brook and breathe in the cool, fresh night air as I dozed off.

The doors overlooked the deck. Which overlooked the river. I overlooked...

The fact that there might be mosquitoes. 

I started to schnooze when, in the middle of the night, I heard a buzzing. Sounded like the Blue Angels were doing maneuvers overhead. These skeeters were big as bald eagles. 

Well, maybe not quite that big. And there were only a few. But those bugs were...bugging me.

I decided to swat them buggers. I was gonna use a Slim Man Cooks cookbook that I brought, but they weigh about three pounds, and I didn't want to break through the drywall.

So I waited until they landed and smacked the wall with my hand. I hope Chase and Peace didn't think I was having a medical emergency.

Friday

We went to dinner at a place downtown called Mojo's. 

You wouldn't think a town like Marshfield would have a Cajun restaurant, let alone a really good one.

But they do.

The gumbo was superb. And there was a lot of it! They brought it out in a bowl the size of a spare tire.

There was a framed poster on the wall that contained the artwork for Exile on Main Street, a Rolling Stones album. At the bottom was a concert ticket from a Stones show in Milwaukee.

Peace Man asked them if they would sell it. And then he bought it. Just like that.

We took it off the wall and put it in the Jeep. Then we paid a visit to the Pride of Marshfield.

Next, we stopped outside a new place. It's a bar that has axe throwing. 

That's right, you throw an axe at a target the way someone throws a dart at a dartboard.

Except...if a stray dart hits you between the shoulder blades, it probably won't kill you. A stray axe, on the other hand...

We decided not to go in. Drinking and axe throwing didn't seem like a good combo to me. But what do I know.

Saturday

At dawn, I grabbed a fluorescent green chair and put it on the lawn. And then I sat down and put my big bare feet in the grass as the sun rose over the trees. 

And I just breathed it all in, Slim People. Breathe in, breathe out!

The weather was glorious. No skeeters. I guess it was too early for them!  Or maybe my Sasquatch clodhoppers scared them away.

Later that day, I had to do some writing.

Writing? 

Yeah. The day before, I received an email that my screenplay, I Got You Babe, made it to the semifinals of the Nashville Film Festival. 

They said if I wanted to make any revisions to submit them in the next 24 hours. So I holed up in Peace's art gallery, sat in front of a mannequin with a buzz saw splitting her privates.

The buzz saw works.

But I didn't turn it on. Looked lethal.

I opened my computer and started making revisions. I was in deep. Not Nutz Deep, but close!

When I finally looked up at the Buzz Saw Babe, I realized three hours had passed. Seriously! I hit the save button and walked out on the back deck. Chase was already setting up.

We checked the sound and prepped for the Peace Party. There were chairs of all kinds set up. 

Folks started arriving and settling in. There was a table in back with beverages, watermelon, and cheese curds.

Cheese curds! Now that's how ya get a party started.

SHOWTIME!

Chase played sax. I sang. We did Rat Pack Songs, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Nat King Cole. Chase sounded superb. He's become undeniably good, Slim People. Seriously good.

It won't be long before someone big like Lady Gaga snatches him up and takes him on tour.

Of course, there's a...slim chance Lady Gaga might snatch me up for a tour. The Lady Man Tour. It's got a nice ring to it!

The Peace Party was a huge success. Folks seemed to love the concert. We got a standing ovation. And an encore. Don't want to get all sappy, but it was quite heartwarming. 

And nobody threw cheese curds at us so we're calling it a win!

Right after the show, we noticed a possum nestled in the rocks, right by the stage, looking straight at us.

I'm no animal psychic, but it looked like it was mesmerized.

Or getting ready to suddenly leap up and snap at my carotid artery.

After the show, we sat in the living room and chatted with some Slim People. They asked Chase about when we first started playing music together...

Chase told the story of a concert about 10 years ago, a big outdoor festival sponsored by KSBR, a great radio station.

A couple thousand folks were in attendance, watching artists like Marc Antoine, Peter White, Chris Standring, Michael Lington, Tony Guerrero, Najee. 

Chase was hanging out backstage, but hadn't been invited to perform.

I was scheduled to close the show. They brought all the musicians back on stage for the Big Finale.

I saw Chase by the side of the stage and asked him to join us. The stage manager said no way.

I told them if Chase couldn't play, I wasn't gonna play, either. The crowd was waiting, the musicians were standing by, and...

Stage manager backed down. Chase came on stage and played, sounded amazing.

When he told the story that night at the Peace Palace, I got a little choked up. Maybe it was because I had just swallowed a mosquito, but it tugged at the ol' Slim Heartstrings.

SUNDAY

The next morning Chase and I flew to Palm Springs. It was only 104 degrees when we touched down. A cold spell!

As we said our goodbyes, we both agreed wholeheartedly...it was a wonderful experience.

Truly Slimsational.

Thank you, Cheeseheads!

Keep smiling, Slim People.

Keep in touch. And keep cool.

It's all about love.

Who loves ya?

Uncle Slimmy

PS: Chase is going on tour with Al Stewart. Follow Chase HERE! Congrats, Chase!

PPS: I'll keep you posted on the screenplay.

PPPS: That's a lot of "P"!

I'm going back East to see the Slim Family. And cook, of course! One of the kids is vegan.

How do you know if someone's vegan?

Don't worry. They'll tell ya!

Here's a YouTube video for carrot and onion sauce. The recipe is in the Slim Man Cooks Volume 1 cookbook. It's vegan. I think...

Wednesdays!



The Slim Man Rat Pack Duo

AUGUST 20th! CHASE'S LAST SHOW FOR 2 MONTHS!

Larkspur Grill at Hotel Paseo

45400 Larkspur

Palm Desert, CA 92204

760.340.6069

6-9 PM

Come see the Rat Pack Duo one of these Wednesdays!

We have a cool video screen behind us that displays hundreds of vintage photos of the Rat Pack, Vegas, Palm Springs, old album covers, travel posters and postcards from the 1960s.

We have accumulated over 2,000 old photos. Come check it out!

It's fun. Ain't that a kick in the head!

FREE VALET PARKING FOR ALL SLIM PEOPLE!

See you there!

Call 760.340.6069 for reservations.

https://www.larkspurgrill.com

MONDAY! AUGUST 25th! 5:30 PM

THE SLIM MAN BAND IN LAGUNA BEACH

SURF'S UP!

The Slim Man Band returns to one of our favorite venues, The Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach.

Bring your boogie board, a picnic basket, and some sunscreen because the Slim Man Band is gonna be shining bright!

Greg Vail on sax, Nathaniel Scott on drums, Ron Powell on percussion and Tateng Katindig--the Thrilla from Manila--on piano.

Yes, you can bring food and wine...as long as you share your beef jerky and Kickapoo Joy Juice with the band!

Yes, it's outdoors, so you can wear your itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow polka dot bikini.

Get tickets here. Keep in mind, this gig is pretty...poplar.

You don't want to miss it, SlimStones. You'll have a yabbadabbadoo time!

SHOWTIME 5:30

Festival of Arts

650 Laguna Canyon Road

Laguna Beach, CA 92651

800.487.3378

FOAPOM.COM/MUSIC

EVERY TUESDAY STARTING SEPTEMBER 2nd!

THE SLIM MAN BAND

BACK AT VICKY'S!

Who's in the Slim Man Band at Vicky's these days?

Good question!

Slim Man is always there. Craig Chesnut almost always plays drums.

Tateng Katindig plays piano a good part of the time. Alfonso Olachea sometimes plays piano.

And on sax?

Opening night it's Will Donato.

Greg Vail is doing a lot of dates. Chase is back in November.

And Shea Welsh sits in on guitar once a month.

We'll keep ya posted as we get closer!

Vicky's

45100 Club Drive

Indian Wells, CA

760 345 9770

https://www.vickysofsantafe.com

ALL DETAILS ON ALL SLIM STUFF ARE AT SLIMMAN.COM.

WHILE YOU'RE THERE, TAKE A STROLL AROUND.

GET SOME MERCH.

BUY A COOKBOOK. SHE'S A-SO NICE!

PEACE, MAN!