I played two gigs today.
Gig number one was a little salsa trio--a party celebrating the first communion. Did I mention in an earlier post that we had a rehearsal? We got together in a rather rough part of Decatur at the home of someone NOT playing in the trio (I don't know how that happened, but it made me think driving away afterwards that I probably should have told my family where I would be in case I didn't come back). Anyway, we sorted out keys, transitions, forms, endings--you know what I mean.
Yeah, well, fuck everything I just mentioned. The transitions, the form, fuck it all. Kind of frustrating. What else? Well, how about the gig was 2:30-4:30. I got there at 1:50. The second guy in the trio showed up at 2:26, so I sat in these people's living room for a half hour pretending to do stuff on my phone, occasionally assuring the homeowners that the band was "right around the corner." Fun. And hey, the gig's outside, and it's 90 degrees,…