Quixote LIVE at Kazimierz 6/13/10
Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
THIS SUNDAY
Quixote will perform LIVE at Kazimierz World Wine Bar 7137 East Stetson Drive, Scottsdale AZ 85257
On June 13th, 2010 SUNDAY 9-Midnight
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Quixote in the Studio
Monday, December 7th, 2009
Quixote is recording until January 2010.
Quixote LIVE at Lost Leaf Dec. 6th
Sunday, December 6th, 2009
Quixote will perform LIVE at The Lost Leaf in downtown Phoenix tonight. The show starts at 9pm and The Kings of Last Call will open the show. Quixote takes the stage at 11pm.
The Lost Leaf is located at: 914 5th street and Roosevelt in the Roosevelt Row District in Downtown Phoenix.
THIS IS A FREE SHOW!!
I’m your ipod put me on shuffle
Sunday, April 5th, 2009
An Open Letter
Friday, April 3rd, 2009
Stumptown Stroll with Tyler Christensen
Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
Time for a little TV? Tired of reading blogposts? Then sit back relax and enjoy a walking tour of Portland, Oregon with your host Tyler Christensen.
And now our feindish presentation….
Stumptown Stroll: Hawthorne to Downtown.
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Part Five: Abbey Road, approximately
Part Six: The People’s FoodCourt
(I’ve got a Sparkling wine tasting to go to. More later)
April’s Fool Dispatch: Day One
Wednesday, April 1st, 2009
Greet the Day
The day began with a screeching alarm at 4:30 am. Then the sudden realization that I was late for something, immediately followed by the sweet discovery that today is April 1st. April Fools Day and the beginning of what will be called the April’s Fool Tour. I’m late for nothing. In fact, in the world of Rock n Roll, I’m early. Way early. My flight leaves Phoenix at 9 am and I’ve got a few more hours to tie up loose ends and grab the satchel and skedaddle. The next few days belong to me and the Muse. Portland Oregon and my music. And I’m sure I’ll work in a fair amount of malted barley and choice hops. Perhaps even sample a little Northwestern vinification. There’s something waiting for me at the bottom of a bottle of whatever-you-got; An Idea, a song, a laugh, or a new friend.
Time-Warp
Before bed last night I packed my bag, put the guitar and camera’s in their proper place and prepped the coffee for an easy fire-up in the AM. I’ve done this before but the pre-departure is always like a fuzzy dream. It’s usually done through one blood-shot eye at some freakishly early hour in the day. Therefore, the late-night pre-trip preparations were a great idea. I’m glad I thought of that. Because all of what I take must be carried on my back, or in my hands, I pack light. I’m no Thurston Howell the Third. I need not accompanying accoutrement’s. I got my shirt, them jeans, my shoes, a git-fiddle and my soul. I’m ready to roll.
Hobo-Travel
Years ago, I gave up the luxury of driving. To me, it is just that: a luxury. I’ve been untethered from a car for 6 years and I find a way to make it work in a city that is quite inhospitable to the non-driver. So dear friends, here is an introduction to what I have termed Hobo-Travel.
I live on the fringe of the Indian Reservation and about a half-mile off of the public transit routes in my city (Phoenix, AZ). So, my morning walk consists of a half-mile stroll to Granite Reef and McDowell to catch Route 17. This will carry me West all the way to 44th Street where I’ll transfer buses and Route 44 will jettison me South right to the heart of the Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport (PHX).
Graffiti I can agree with. To the AZ authorities: “I am not the bus-stop blogger.”
Then, I’ll hop a big freedom bird and set flames to ancient dinosaur graves and burn a streak in the sky all the way to Portland, Oregon. Upon arrival, I’ll gather bag, and shag-ass out the door of PDX airport and onto the Max Train.
Portland International Airport (PDX), and the city of Portland collectively say, “f the car.” You can move in a town like this without your own dedicated foursome of rims. Who needs a gas card in this town? Call me a happy Hobo, here I come Portland. All apologies OPEC.
The Max Train just outside the door of PDX airport.
I should be on the ground around 6pm Local PDX Time, which happens to be local AZ time as well. So, I’ll hit you with an update and post some more pictures and video of the journey thus far, then it is off to the Alberta Street Public House to strike the first note on the April’s Fool Tour.
Doing Something SuperNormal
Through the creation of this little record label and standing at the precipice of the second official SuperNormal Records Tour, one thing has remained my constant. A philosophy upon which this tiny dream of mine is perched. We need not be great, we should not just be normal either. All we need to strive for is to be a bit above normal = SuperNormal. We all have our dreams and passions, these are mine and thank you for joining me on this little ride we call life.
“Das Rock-n-Roll!” - Tyler Christensen
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SuperNormal Tyler LIVE at NCT Theater Feb. 15th 8pm, Mesa Arizona
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009This Show will be broadcast LIVE right here on SuperNormalRecords.com!!!
NEW VENUE !!
On February 15th, NCT Theatre in Mesa will host and evening of acoustic singer/songwriters. SuperNormal Tyler (Tyler Christensen), Old Enough (Talisha Royer), and Matthew Frost will share a stage beginning at 7pm. Tickets to this event are $8. The NCT Theater is a budding acoustic venue with theater seating which makes for an ideal acoustic concert. Each artist will be performing a half-hour set.
Where is it?
NCT Theater is located at 1111 S. Longmore in Mesa, Arizona. (MAP IT)
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Matchbox Lounge Tonight! 9:00 PM
Saturday, May 17th, 2008
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Supernormal Tyler Live tonight at the Matchbox Lounge
32nd Ave and SE Division
Show starts at 9 PM
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Day 5: Portland, Oregon
Friday, May 16th, 2008
Geno Panino and A Glass of Gruet Bubbly
Sunny Day Gruet
The clouds broke over Portland – here comes the sun – and it’s time for a little flop-flop adventure. Today I decided to get a little business done and then maybe, oh, I don’t know ‘do something I guess’. It’s a day before the big show at Eugenios and I figured I’ll take the day off and soak up the sun and dig on the locals for a while. I started out with a stroll down Hawthorne Boulevard and called Eugenio’s to see if I could catch the owner Eugene for a chat before the big night. I wanted to tell him how many people I think are coming and just put a face to the name. He’s been so good to me I thought I’d pay him a visit.
Down 34th Ave and a the left on Division Street and I scooted through the door. I had called about ten minutes previous and Eugene was out running errands so I’ll have a little lunch and sit on the patio. Kate was behind the bar. She’s an M-80 in a swimsuit and jean shorts sweeter than anything and fully capable of beautiful disaster if you meddle with that fuse. An angel with the devil her pocket, breaking hearts and taking names – don’t cross this one. Yeah, she’s rock and roll, man.
I ordered a Geno Panino and a glass of Gruet bubbly in a short stubby glass. I try to refrain from using stemware due to my penchant for destruction. I want no challenges today. So it’s bubbly in a stubby – Easy is the recipe, and the finest ingredient is time; so it’s slow-go to the patio. There’s a champagne sunrise at three PM and I’m in search of a day-buzz.
The Nicest Human Being on the Planet
Eugene rolled up in the alley by the sidewalk in a white Honda Accord and stepped out looking exactly like I expected him to. Laid back and relaxed. Eugenios should be built on a boat with Eugene at the helm swaying smoothly on calm waters and going where the breeze wills you. He’s rocking a blue T-shirt and cream-colored shorts and shades. He looks like he just stepped off of the deck of a schooner somewhere sandy and blue. He puts you in the mood he’s seems to be in perpetually; unceremonious, and cruising across the surface of the earth doing what he’s doing and then checking something else out for a while. The way it used to be? The way it is here at Eugenio’s. He’s a natural restaurateur.
Matchbox Omega
Three girls sat at the long table across from me, in true Portland fashion, we were all sharing the same table in a matter of minutes. Just in time too, because no more than a minute later I would have been destroyed by a cyclist that slammed into the chair that I was sitting in. These girls saved my life. Myshelle in sleeves and a sundress. A 4′ 11″ live wire and a kindred spirit of the bartendress Kate. Ashley in a simple grey dress and a push up – making a statement in muffled colors the statement she made sounded something like “Damn!” All the while laying down the wit like a short-order cook. Becky behind her cell phone peeking out to smile and drop a joke. Everything said about one could be said of the other if we are speaking solely on first impressions. There the kind of girls that make the clouds break and I blame the perfect weather on them. They had a name for their little coalition: Kappa Kappa Matchbox Omega.
Kappa Kappa Matchbox Omega:Ashley, Becky, Myshelle, and Kate
Chad meandered into the mix, he’s moving to Portland from Vermont and searching for a house. He won’t find it today, the Matchbox Omega girls stepped in and he and I are about to be hijacked. Before long we were all ‘life-long’s' riding the crest of a wave beatific and ready to sail this thing all the way up to the Gold Dust Meridian on Hawthorne leaving Eugenio’s in our wake and on the docket for tomorrow night. Showtime.
Myshelle, Ashley, Chad, Kate, and Supernormal Tyler
Meridian
The Gold Dust Meridian was the next destination, so we paid the tabs and said our goodbyes to the crew of Eugenio’s leaving it as our safe harbor. We’ll return tomorrow night, and I can repay the debt of a great day to all of the people who gave it to me. That’s why I love playing music, the human connection. Stepping in and creating happiness for people, positive and prolific – I’ve got one-and-a-half hours of stage time and it’s gonna go by to fast. At the Meridian, we found a back patio, Omega had been there before but none of them had noticed it before. The little pathway was like entering a secret garden and we assembled ourselves at a table. Omega was drinking Mojitos made with 12 year Rum, and I was stepping it up a bit. I had an IPA and a shot of well bourbon, I was seeking the day buzz, and hell bent getting on there. Our collective energy soon filled the patio to the gills with day-drinkers. General jackassery and side-splitting laughter, Myshelle drew a Black Bart moustache on her index finger and was holding it up to her face and the rest is a blur. I believe the buzz had arrived. And I believe it skipped a few stages and put me straight in Zangsville!
Myshelle and her Black Moustache
One guy came in with a guitar and some one said paly us a song, he refused. I took that as my cue and went back to the Hostel and got the Git-fiddle. I walked back on the patio and asked if I could play them a song and so I played “Arizona Born and Glory Bound”. That song is kind of becoming my anthem for this trip. “the secret to success is get the F*** out”, an urge I am trying to fight. I fall in love with everywhere I travel and the common theme around here is that what is trying to happen to me has happened to many. Ich bin ein Portlander! Myshelle asked me if that was a harmonica, I said “yes”. Apparently, she plays. She started tooting around on it and I played a remix of one of my own tunes: “The Things I’m Gonna Miss”. Normally, it’s a heartbreaker track slow and solemn. People have told me it made them cry, but, now it was up-beat jovial and I gravelled-up the vocals and Myshelle rocked the Harmy. I had to go after that. I could have stayed there all day, but, I wanted to hit the Muddy Waters Open Mic on Burnside and the sign-up started at seven.�
The Crew is Growing at the Meridian
Murky Moods at Muddy Waters
I arrived at 7:05 and the place was already awash with troubadours with guitars in-tow. I got a negative vibe and heeded it. I chose to head back to the hostel and good thing I did because about ten minutes later I had to put the buzz to bed. I spun motionless on the matress then dropped off the planet at 7:00 PM. That’s Rock and Roll.
More Pictures and videos coming soon.
