The same group of us (plus Ben Holst) who played last Saturday night in somebody's backyard in Alpharetta/Crabapple played our second gig Friday night at a backyard in Cumming. Frankly, I'm not sure how we got the gig--maybe Greg knew the guy? Anyway, there was an open space in the stand of trees between his house and his neighbor's that he seeded with grass. Pretty sweet.
The hauling of gear from the street to the stage (there was an actual stage with power and a small PA) was grueling, but the gig itself was pretty cool. Nice stage (the host owned a roofing company, so it was really solidly built). Good sound, all things considered. This time, knowing what to expect of the gig, I was better prepared and more comfortable. I even had a couple of decent organ solos! Playing keyboard on a gig like this is definitely more fun than playing saxophone.
They had a frozen margarita machine (I had two), and barbecue. I would probably die from the food if we had regular gigs like this. I considered drinking myself into oblivion just for the hell of it, but no one else in the band was going for it, so I gave up before I began to get giggly.
We finished after 10 PM, and I was home by midnight. Not too bad!
