I had a House Live gig at Ventana's last night. The people who hired us wouldn't pay for staff from the sound company; wouldn't pay for a stage; wouldn't pay for food. We soon found out is because they'd spent all their money on HELICOPTER TOURS OF THE CITY!!! For three hours we played and watched the helicopter come and go. Wayne and I got close--we were in the line at the top of the stairs, ready to get on the next helicopter, but then some other people showed up and we thought we should let them go (and Wayne got a lil chicken--I think the danger that we would get busted, not the helicopter part). Anyway, we did NOT get in the helicopter (though I added lyrics to lots of our improvisations that dealt with our misfortune). Next time?
The actual helicopter in which we did not ride:
I've spent all day trying to get my hands to play both the synth part and the string part of
What a Fool Believes. I don't think I'm ready, but I'm going for it tonight.
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