A Story of The Brother Jonathan by Tommy Carns
Soon after moving to Southern California my at-the-time housemate, Pumpkin Bear fell in love with the dog next door, a corgi-mix named Tao Nakanishi. Well, it seems Tao’s service-human turned out to be the great bass player and all-around music guy, Hide Nakanishi. (first name pronounced HEE-day)
I started bringing my guitar over to his pad, pulling out some of my older material and he dug it. It was great to be playing music again and soon I was writing songs too, something from which I had taken a few years off. My day job at the time had me traveling around California so at night I would write songs and sen them off to Hide whichever beach or bar I was writing songs on and he would offer up sound advice on arrangements etc and we’d mash them out when I returned.
At about this time I moved to Silverado, CA and started playing with Zach Ostgaard, he of the mandolin, guitar and such a beautiful voice and whose Bluegrass roots run deep in that neck of the woods. He introduced us to banjo-playing drummer extraordinaire Ryan Fawley and we were up and running with a rhythm section. Michael Hamilton with whom I had worked making records with The Billy Talbot Band, invited us in to rehearse at his space and helped us get into ready-to-record shape pretty quickly and we invited him to join the band soon thereafter as guitarist/producer.
It was at about this time that we formalized Hide’s role as Musical Director and Keeper of Arrangements and Secrets due to the size of his brain and beautiful charts he writes. With almost everything in place it was time to make an album.
We had everything we needed except a band name so when we began to record I whipped out one of my very favorite books, a Thesaurus of Slang from the 1950s chalk-full of the most amazing words and phrases. While thumbing through the book Ryan ran across an entry for Brother Jonathan, a 17th century newspaper caricature that Uncle Sam was later based on. Brother Jonathan checked all the right boxes for us: The guy is from New England like me, he dresses in absurd strip-ed pants and a funny hat and the name sounds vaguely like a certain 70s funk band—perfect!