Yacht Rock played a private gig for IHG (InterContinental Hotels Group). Some kind of private party at the InterContinental. I have no idea what they were celebrating. Maybe they were celebrating the really crappy labyrinth of a load in? I was quickly reminded of why I usually avoid the freight elevator here.
Nick called Mark Dannells right before soundcheck to get his ETA. Dannells did not know we had a gig. He went from underwear to the stage in forty-five minutes. Oops.
The gig was pretty good. Full production was provided for the nice big stage. I think we all played well, though nobody in the crowd seemed that interested in hearing us. The room thinned out really quickly, and we took on the energy and enthusiasm of a good rehearsal. Not much of a party. On break, we talked to a bunch of people who loved us, but I think they all stayed out in the prefunction area. Greg and I took a photo and did a flip book.
Oh well. The gig ended a half hour early. We had fajitas for supper. Who could ask for anything more?
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