November was slow, but I kind of needed the time for some other stuff, and just the general catching up on life.
November 1, 2025: Atlanta GA. Remember the New Orleans brunch gig that I did at that crappy restaurant in Buckhead? We played Do You Know What It Means to Miss New Orleans, and it reminded me how much I loved the Harry Connick Jr/Dr. John version on Harry's album Twenty. It also made me think about how much my grandmother liked the Pete Fountain/Al Hirt style of New Orleans music, so this one's for her!
November 6, 2025: Decatur, GA. Nick had a solo show at Eddie's Attic, and he invited me to play a few songs.
November 8, 2025: Atlanta, GA. I subbed on saxophone with the Yacht Rock Schooner. Details came in late for this one--I just knew it was a Schooner gig over by East Lake Golf Club. Later on, I found out it was some kind of music festival. Huh...when I got there, it was this stage inside this tent in a green space in an unfinished apartment complex. Very odd. No parking. Virtually no advertising either, so I didn't have high hopes. Oh yeah, and it was chilly with a good chance of rain. And the crowd would be standing in a muddy field where they'd just laid new sod.
They had several bands, and music going from 5 PM to 11 PM. We shall see!
As expected, kind of a dud of a gig. The band was fine (and they had dedicated parking for "artists"), but the rest of it didn't feel like it was organized by anyone who'd ever run a festival. Maybe it was a pet project for someone on a city board or something, or money set aside for arts and they couldn't come up with a better idea.
The best thing about it was that we started a half hour early. Start early, end early!
Anyway...an easy night for me, just playing saxophone on about two thirds of the set. Monkeyboy subbed on guitar. I think we performed for about thirty people at the most.
| the audience, end of our show |
Friday, November 14, 2025: near Columbia, SC. This was the Camp Cole fundraiser gig--we've played it a few times, and the people are always cool, and it's for a good cause ("Camp Cole is a camp and retreat in South Carolina that serves individuals with illnesses, disabilities, and life challenges").
| Up and down the driveway I ran, for a total of 6.1 miles |