There were a couple of awesome cars there--a Chevy Nova and a Plymouth Belvedere.
Monday night, I played a weird House Live gig at the World Congress Center. The client was worried about the volume, I guess, so they wanted it to be acoustic. That's not possible, however, when ONE THIRD OF THE TRIO IS A DJ! Also, they wanted it to be futuristic, so they requested that I play EWI, which is once again NOT ACOUSTIC. Duh…We ended up with a couple of monitors pointed back at us, but no microphones or effects.
More stupid stuff: the client wanted me to play saxophone at the top of the escalator to "draw people down to the exhibit hall." At 5:30, the guy told me to start. After five seconds, the guy asked me to stop. "They can hear you everywhere in the building!" I thought that was the idea. Eventually, this great idea was scrapped and I moved downstairs to the main gig.
Our set was uninspired. People kept coming up to photograph us; later on I realized they were taking pictures of the aerialists behind us. Thank God this one didn't go three hours--I wouldn't have made it.
The entire exhibit hall was full of futuristic logistics solutions--mostly trucks and computers. There was no one around at the end of the night to keep me from test driving some stuff.
davidfreemanmusic.net
Monday night, I played a weird House Live gig at the World Congress Center. The client was worried about the volume, I guess, so they wanted it to be acoustic. That's not possible, however, when ONE THIRD OF THE TRIO IS A DJ! Also, they wanted it to be futuristic, so they requested that I play EWI, which is once again NOT ACOUSTIC. Duh…We ended up with a couple of monitors pointed back at us, but no microphones or effects.
More stupid stuff: the client wanted me to play saxophone at the top of the escalator to "draw people down to the exhibit hall." At 5:30, the guy told me to start. After five seconds, the guy asked me to stop. "They can hear you everywhere in the building!" I thought that was the idea. Eventually, this great idea was scrapped and I moved downstairs to the main gig.
Our set was uninspired. People kept coming up to photograph us; later on I realized they were taking pictures of the aerialists behind us. Thank God this one didn't go three hours--I wouldn't have made it.
The entire exhibit hall was full of futuristic logistics solutions--mostly trucks and computers. There was no one around at the end of the night to keep me from test driving some stuff.
davidfreemanmusic.net
