Sazerac +

Last weekend's gig roundup:

Saturday: I spent last week on vacation (where the most musical thing I did was to quietly mock the Jamaican guitar player on the beach who seemed to know only three chords; he could play your favorite song, but it would always end up sounding like a reggae version of La Bamba). I left the airport and headed directly to my gig for load in (with a quick lunch pitstop). Wouldn't you know it--another private Yacht Rock gig!

Not much to report on this one; we butchered ninety seconds of Fly Me to the Moon, some guy sat in with us and clawed his way through Only the Good Die Young, and at some point early in the second set, most of the groomsmen stripped to the waist and finished the evening shirtless. I mean,  this wasn't like the last five minutes of the reception--it was almost an hour of guys bopping around like they were really excited for P.E.

Sunday: Sazerac! We got a slot on Sunday night's Park Tavern concert series. Love the band, love the…


More private/corporate gigs for Yacht Rock. Great for the wallet, not as great for the soul (or ego).

Wednesday: The USS Yorktown is permanently docked in Charleston. It's a floating museum, which means that they also host nifty parties for people who want something other than a hotel ballroom.

I'm a sucker for military stuff. Even with a pain in the ass load in, it's still a freaking aircraft carrier, which is cool. This was a clunker of a gig (at one point late in the evening, the wait staff dancing (2) outnumbered the guests dancing (1)). Tom Young subbed for Greg and Ganesh subbed for Nick.

Pics, babe!