It’s been awhile since anyone from New York City’s Native has posted anything, so I thought I’d take a moment and enjoin you to go to nativenyc.com and look at all the blog posts from drummer Dave Thomas, that’s me, each of which features great unknown tracks from this great band. I think I can call the band I helped start a great band, enough time has passed since our final recordings and now that I have that bit of perspective to be able to tell that this was a phenomenal band. The songwriting trust of Mat Hutt, John Wood, and myself, and the guitar mastery of Mike Jaimes (pictured below) makes it easy to make the case.
That’s it for now, I just wanted to remind you that great bands and great music never die, as long as you are listening to them.
It is not known exactly in what order the epochal events occurred in the fall of that fateful year — 1993 — but this much is known…
Native played a show with God Street Wine at:
Attending that show were two people called John Fitzwater and Paul Ducharme. They liked Native enough to venture forth to one of our gigs at Ruby’s, on the Upper East Side. They got to know the band quickly. And, just as quickly, they ascertained that we were in the market for a keyboardist.
They knew John Epstein.
The Pranksterish John Epstein joined Native on a date lost to the mists of miserly time. There are no tapes of rehearsals or demo recordings of any sort in the Native Vault from the period of his joining or early involvement. We were preparing to produce our first record when he joined and all attention was focused on that and gigging.
So, the tapes we will present over the next few Cornbread Wednesdays are Ruff Mixes. That’s how Mat labeled the tapes he brought back from the studio after a session.
Native was flying high now. We had a keyboardist extraordinaire. Paul would go on to became our manager. Fitz eventually became our soundman. We had a van. All that was left was to —