I'd like to give an update regarding one of my church gigs.
As you may recall from an earlier post, I found out that the musicians in the band are all making different amounts. Let's say I've been making $A. Someone else in the band is making 1.5 x $A. Someone else in the band is making 2 x $A. Not cool. All three of us were surprised (and, of course, I was pissed!).
I sent the band leader an email Sunday afternoon in an attempt to get his side of the story:
Hey Xxxxx-
What's up with the money? I heard that different members of the band are making different amounts, and I'm confused as to why we would not be paid equally.
I would like to paid the same as everyone else.
DBF
I was hoping he'd have some sort of reason that could justify the fact that the guy next to me is making twice as much as I am. Maybe:
1. The other guys have been here longer
2. They began at a higher rate
3. They have hair
Something…anything!
I had just asked for a raise in December, so I began making 1.5 x $A last Sunday. The middle guy (who had been making 1.5 x $A) asked for a raise last week, and the band leader whispered to him that they had just bumped me up to his amount (and what business does he having sharing this information?)! Now middle guy wants to go up to 2 x $A like the third guy (and I can't blame him), so I'll still end up making less than anyone else in the band, and for no apparent reason. Another scenario would be that two us make two thirds of what the third guy makes.
I sent the email to the band leader Sunday afternoon. Friday afternoon, I finally received the following response:
You will be paid $x starting this Sunday…thanks Xxxxx
Nice. No explanation at all, and for some reason he is informing me about the new rate (1.5 x $A), even though it began January 2.
My point of this blog: remember when dealing with a paid church gig that the church is a business, and playing gigs is a business. My biggest misstep was in not asking for more money from the outset. I wanted the gig, and I gave them a safe number instead of an appropriate price. Now that I am on the gig, I know much more about the time commitment: an seventy-five minute rehearsal plus a church service (plus having to wake up WAAAY too early for me). I wish I had factored that in.
Obviously on the other side of it, I am disappointed that a church would be so indifferent about paying the musicians different rates--I guess church ethics don't extend that far! Also, it never ceases to amaze me that a fellow musician (and band leader) would do something like this, knowing that we are all doing our best to cobble together a career.
I wonder what the vibe will be like tomorrow morning!
I got a last minute call Wednesday afternoon to play a cocktail hour gig the next day. I lined up two of my favorite guys, Tyrone Jackson and Kevin Smith.
The gig was ok. I really didn't feel that good about, but listening to it today, it seems pretty good. I guess it just didn't feel effortless--I was conscious of how many notes I was playing and how I was interacting with Tyrone and Kevin. When it's really happening, I think that I just close my eyes and we musically fill in the blanks for each other.
We started with Moontrane. You'll notice the recording fades in--it's because I screwed up the in head, I had to cut it. Normally I try not to doctor the evidence--I can (sort of) live with my mistakes, but the first thirty seconds of the gig was so horribly embarrassingly take-me-out-and-shoot-me bad that I would rather no one ever have to sit through it.
Beyond that, things were ok. We were near a door, and now I hear how both horns rose in pitch over the course of a tune (the soprano sounds like it starts decently in tune and then gets sharp on Andalee, and the tenor is flat at the beginning of Voyage, but later on is pretty close).
The gig was only an hour. I wish we could have played more because I was finally starting to settle down when it ended.
From there, I rolled over to the 10 High for the Yacht Rock gig. Nick picked a great set list that avoided a lot of the usual tunes we've been playing week to week, and included all of our newer songs. We set up, soundchecked, ate, and hit it.
Right from the first tune, I could tell I was doomed. We were halfway through Nights on Broadway when I just started to suck real bad. I couldn't remember things I'd just played correctly in the previous chorus, and when we got to the bridge, I had no idea about the string part.
The whole gig was like that--I was fine, and then all of the sudden I would suffer a catastrophic brain failure and play a whole bunch of terrible stuff, and then I'd kind of recover. In the end, I was glad for the gig to end so I could stop screwing up.
Mark Bencuya played some super good stuff in the middle solo on Hey Nineteen (right before the "Cuervo Gold" part). He was on fire. Mark Dannells ripped off a pretty awesome solo on Ride Like the Wind that began with a howling bent note.
We did a small tribute to Gerry Rafferty. We played Baker Street, of course, and the band collectively pulled Stuck in the Middle with You out of our butts. I laid out for that. Probably the best thing I did on the gig.
Chris Wilkes was back at the drum position for my early church gig this week. What a relief! He is excellent. I really like the way he helps to shape the song--he has such a good ear for the form and dynamics, and his groove is solid. It's funny to me that the sounds he gets such a better sound out of the same drum set I've heard the past few services. I like playing with him a lot.
Our leader overslept this morning and showed up a half hour late. While we were hanging out, I came to discover that we are all making different rates for the same gig. I cannot understand why--I think, as a leader/contractor, you're asking for trouble! It's a very difficult situation. We'll see how it plays out.
I had really good reeds on all my horns this morning--one of those days when I probably played more than I should have because everything felt so good.
My gig Sunday night was a little ragged. We had four singers, but none had a particularly strong voice. It kind of sounded like four people from the congregation mic'ed up. The pianist was evidently trying to set some sort of personal record for wrong notes, though I must admit that some of her mistakes were kind of hip--it sounded like she was reharmonizing Christmas carols. At one point, the vocals dropped out and it was just me and the piano, and I stopped playing because I couldn't tell where she'd gone in the song.
Last gig of the year! Yacht Rock ended the year at the Park Tavern. Instead of upstairs in that hellish room that made me so miserable, we were downstairs. They put carpet on top of the ice rink, and then put the usual stage up. Weird…we were on an iceberg. I didn't really notice it. In fact, we sweated pretty good, all thing considered.
I did not play as well as the previous night. My guess would be that the number of people made me uptight, or the fact that Bencuya was recording it. I dunno. The first tune was fine, except for a horrible wrong note I played--it was one of those things where I suddenly started thinking about what I was doing, and I couldn't think of the next note. I looked at the keyboard, and just hoped I was going to hit the right key. I was wrong. And thus the mind games began! The rest of the tune, I was thinking, "See! You got the first mistake out of the way so you can relax!"
The next tune up was Believe it or Not, and so I got jumpy about the synth lick at the end of the bridge. While I was gearing up for that (or quieting the voice in my head!), I managed to destroy the first verse…it's D, G, A, and D, but for some reason I started on A, and then I couldn't get myself in the right place--I was chasing the four chords around. Ugh.
We got to the bridge, and I was super tense, and then I played my big lick the best I've ever played it on a gig, and the adrenaline washed over me, and then I wanted to faint! Relief! The voice in my head switched to "See! You got it right! Who cares about the rest!"
Mark Dannells turned around after that tune and said, "I need a drink! I'm scared to death!" Maybe we should have played through that one in sound check.
The tune after that was More Than a Woman. I play the strings on EWI, and I really needed to catch my breath after the previous excitement, but there was no place to do so, so then I REALLY wanted to faint.
After that, things calmed down. We kind of settled into a groove, though I thought for a second Mark Cobb was going to flip out because he couldn't get the guitar out of his monitor. The crowd was good, though noisy, and they partied hard. For the band, I think it was a slightly above average night.
I was a pretty good on some of my newer stuff, like the bass line thing in Steal Away, and I added a missing string thing (ok, one note) on Escape. It was not a big sax night; there were seven originally on the list, and we ended up only playing four. My flute solo on Lowdown was the biggest bunch of crap I've played on that tune in weeks! It was really bad. I had diarrhea of the jazz flute.
I'm working towards adding another synth part in the build up on Lido Shuffle, and I've been practicing it slowly, but now when I play one hand instead of two, it sounds really lame. That's my big thing to get together for January.
The beauty of the Park Tavern gig is that we have to stop at a certain time or they get fined for a noise ordinance violation. I love that. Not that the band is likely to play a meandering set of encores anyway, but I like that when people ask for more, we have a reason to say no, and there's nothing we can do about it.
Wooo! The final Yacht Rock performance at the 10 High was fueled by Mark Cobb last night. What a ride! From the first note, he was pushing the band along with the kind of musical aggression I love. I can't say enough about how much I enjoyed playing last night. It was superb. I think the entire band responds to the drummer, and after several gigs of mellow, we really came out and attacked.
The room was as full as last week (which is to say, really crowded! I couldn't get across the room on break). I suppose all these people just started partying a day early. They were well behaved, and seemed to be paying attention to what we were doing (which is nice); not a lot of shouting out songs not on the set list. The women directly in front of me slowly progressed from having fun to black out drunk, but they made it all the way to the end (and didn't steal my pea coat, which I'd left on the speaker between us all night--oops!).
I think I played pretty well. Because of Cobb, everybody dug in pretty hard on their stuff, and my hands were hurting a little by the end of the night. Not playing for a few days has left me out of shape, I guess. My face is a little tired, too. New reeds don't help!
I'm still tinkering with my stuff--I tried a different synth sound on What a Fool Believes, but I'm still not satisfied. It must have some kind of a sweeping filter thing that makes some of the notes jump out. The basic sound was good, but the spiking notes were painful.
On Steal Away, I'm trying to add in the bass line in the chorus. It's kind of sparse, and I can do it when I don't consciously think about it. We were ripping through that song last night, and all of the sudden I could do it! I was congratulating myself (and mentally applauding my left hand), when it suddenly dawned on me that I was never changing the chord in my right. Duh…that was pretty stupid. I think I'll have it tonight. My right hand is playing eighth notes, and I just needed to figure out where to begin the little eighth note bass line thing. I'm real close.
Saxophone wise, I was ok. I didn't have much going on for Biggest Part of Me or Takin' it to the Streets. I wanted to play something great, but nothing came to me. Same thing with my alto stuff…nothing bad, but I didn't have anything new to say. I tried.
My man Mark Dannells was absent tonight due to a Greater Vavoom gig at Smith's. Shannon filled in and played well, though he has some sort of mental hangup on Hey Nineteen. He played some horrid crap in there. It's like he's playing the right stuff on the wrong string, or he's a couple of frets away, or something. It's all in his head--I've heard him play the entire intro to that song a whole step down before.
If Dannells had been there, the night might have been about as perfect as a 10 High gig could be.
Last gig of the year tonight! We're at the Park Tavern. Come see us.
The first one was pretty much just another shot at the stuff we did Christmas Eve, so that was fairly easy, though we did add God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (with a sax solo) in kind of a rockabilly style. It's always funny to me when somebody says "we'll do it 'big band' style"--I know right then that it will be NOTHING like a big band. I think they're trying to describe that the eighths will not be even, but it will not be a shuffle, and it will not swing. If a guitar player says it, he's probably referring to the "big bands" like the Squirrel Nut Zippers.
This time it was doubly funny because the drummer had no idea what to do with either style (big band or rockabilly). Nice enough guy, but the drumming part is not happening. Also, kind of annoying how he demonstrated his commitment to the drums by carrying a drum pad and sticks with him on break so he could mindlessly bang on it. We needed some groove out of him, but never got it.
The leader of the second church gig called me right before I left to ask if I was still planning on going. I guess there were grave concerns about the weather. I went and she went, and we played the gig. It turned out to be a lot of fun! Without the other people in the group, we were free to play. She played piano and sang, and I did my thing. Easy.
I cannot for the life of me play in tune right now. I "feel" close, but not exactly in tune, but I can't hear which way I need to go. I wonder if my sense of it is more heightened and I'm always this far out, but normally can't hear it, or if I'm just really bad at that moment? It feels like half the instrument is flat and half is sharp. I'm all bad.
Also, the Christmas carols kicked my butt. I could remember most, but never all of a melody. When we did God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, I played lots of extra notes not because I was embellishing, but because I was screwing up. Same thing happened last night--I knew most of What Child is This, but I played lots of funny stuff around it. I hate that. It's kind of like screwing up The Star Spangled Banner. Everybody knows when you play a weird note. You can't hide.
What a weekend! I did a bunch of church gigs over the Christmas holidays.
The first couple of gigs were mainly flute (and a little soprano) at a church I used to play at. They brought me in to help cover some of the extra services they were having. It was super easy, and a lot of fun. Most of the songs were Christmas carols, and most of the people I played with old friends (other than the douchebag pianist who mistakenly thought it really funny to mimic my flute warm ups). So yeah, it was cool. We laughed a lot.
The third Christmas Eve gig was at my usual first gig on Sundays. That one was fun, too, though a little annoying that they had us show up an hour and fifteen minutes early, and then we mostly stood around until the service began. At one point, they turned out all the lights and everybody held candles--I was thinking, "This would be a great picture for my blog!" but I didn't take it. It was pretty cool, though.
I was super amused by one spot where the leader said, "I'm going to play during this part. Don't feel like you need to play. If you want to, you can, but if you don't, that's good." Twice he stressed being gentle. His request sounded to me like "Don't play unless you ABSOLUTELY can't stand it."
I laid out. The guitarist laid out. Three BEATS into the song, the bass player was in, doing his Jimmy Haslip impersonation! Actually, that wasn't bad, but then the drummer felt like he HAD to play, and I thought it really squashed the vibe. I was amused, annoyed, and smug all at once.
Christmas morning, I did two more of the flute/soprano services at the Christmas church number one. Same stuff, same fun. There were lots of people there who were very happy to see me, which I appreciated. Hopefully they'll be able to find some money in their budget to see me more often!
Sunday is back to normal. It's been a nice weekend of something different.
Weird. I thought nobody would turn up at the 10 High. I thought it'd be really dead and we'd play one set and go home, or we'd all trade instruments or something, but instead it was more packed than it has been in months! I guess the "nobody has to go to work tomorrow" argument won.
It was kind of a strange gig. Nick, Pete, and Cobb were out, so we had Ganesh on drums, Greg on lead vocals, Vanessa on Pete's vocals, and Danni on bass. The ol' switcheroo. That left me, my man Mark Dannells, and the Great Bencuya to hold it down.
It's an entirely different thing when Greg fronts the band. With a different line up (say Kevin Spencer and Ganesh), there's an effort to kind of stay in the same zone as the regular guys. Greg kind of takes it and says "I'm driving!", and away we go. It's fun because he puts his own stamp on it.
The set list had about a million songs on it. We burn through tunes a lot quicker with subs because there's less banter in between. We might normally play a dozen songs in a set--last night it was more like sixteen. It really became a grind about a halfway through.
Speaking of the set list…oops. I didn't do any preparation (such as reading the set list) ahead of time, and there were a couple of songs that REALLY bit me in the ass. For instance, Magic…no clue. I knew the first two chords of the string part were A/D resolving to D, and then…hmm (turns out it was a minor 2-5 to E minor). I really need to start over and learn that one. The other one that I sucked on was the beginning of You're So Vain. Remember how I died on it at Halloween? Same issue again. I choked real bad.
Other than that, it was pretty unmemorable. Mark Dannells and I rocked the hell out of the bridge to Brandy. Ganesh swamped the entire boat by turning the beat around on Escape (Pina Colada Song). I should mention that we played one verse reggae. Ja. I had something to do with that. I played Jingle Bells during the breakdown in Jive Talkin', evidently only loud enough for Dannells and myself to hear. Good enough.
That was it. Good crowd means good money, and good money is the best Christmas present of all.
It's been a while since I've blogged. My apologies--vacation has (kind of) started!
Rewind:
Thursday: I played two gigs.
The first gig was a little trio gig at Dolce in Atlantic Station with Louis Heriveaux (keyboard) and Kevin Smith (bass). It was a nice little gig--they had us separated from the crowd, up on an elevated floor behind the bar, which meant that we wouldn't be competing with them to hear ourselves. I'll admit, it also makes for a better recording! There was a clear half-wall in front of us, which helped as well.
The crowd was bussed in. They were expecting four or five hundred people (according to the contract I had), but maybe one hundred fifty turned up on a cold, rainy night. Most of them sat down, ate, and left! There must have been a club or something upstairs. Anyway, two hours into a three hour gig, the bar started shutting down. Two and a half hours into the gig I was on the phone trying to tell the party coordinator that the room was totally empty and there was no point in us staying!
Playing-wise, I was pretty good. It had been a month since my previous jazz gig, and I was kind of concerned about where my command of the vocabulary would be. It turns out I was fine, though I had some really bad moments trying to remember the heads to some tunes (we played standards so I wouldn't have to deal with bringing charts and a music stand). Louis was on fire--he was harmonically aggressive, reworking lots of these tunes. I really dug that. Whenever he and I have played together, I've always hoped that he would push me a little bit more past the conventional harmony, and this time, there he was. Check out the out head of Wave if you want to hear where he was at. Jeez! This gig was a ton of fun.
The second gig was the regular Yacht Rock gig at the 10 High. Playing two gigs like this is always fun because the first always gets me loose (physically and mentally) for the second. Every sax solo on the 10 High gig sounded like it was coming out of a machine gun--it was like I was still ripping stuff from my jazz gig.
That said, I played sax on the first tune of the gig, and then nothing until I did four or five late in the second set. It's become much less of a sax gig than it used to be. I'm not complaining, though. I think I'd be bored if I was just hanging out waiting to play Baker Street. For me, this gig is much more about working on my keyboard playing.
This gig had Ganesh on drums and Kevin Spencer subbing for Nick. At the last second, Mark Dannells decided he was dying, so Shannon subbed for him. We were boarded by the pirates of smooth! It was fun--the Schooner guys have their stuff figured out.
Friday: I played two more gigs!
I went to bed a 3 or 4 AM after getting home from the 10 High. I was up at 7 AM so I could be at the scene of one of my church gigs--we'd be contracted to help beef up the children's winter concert. So…the middle school choir was on my right; the middle school band was on my left. The rest of the band was behind me. For some reason, my music had gone missing, so it was just me standing there behind a microphone! It was pretty easy, though. I mean, I'm just improvising anyway, so the chart doesn't make or break it for me. I did turn around and check the chart of the guitarist behind me, just looking for the ones where I played soprano instead of tenor.
The second gig was with Yacht Rock at the Mercy Lounge in Nashville. I met the van around 3:30. We rolled in a few hours later, set up, ate and played our Christmas show. It went pretty well. The sound is always good there, but this particular time it wasn't quite so loud on stage, and so it was that much better. The crowd was decent. It seemed pretty full.
We stayed at the Hotel Indigo again. I got the room to myself--sweet! I really dig this hotel. Too bad I was so tired by the time we finished, I went straight to bed.
Saturday: One gig!
We got back to Atlanta early in the afternoon, which left me a couple of hours to prepare for my Sunday stuff (songs to be learned!). That night, I played a Wild Wing gig with the Schooner. They played really well! I'd left my microphones in the van, so I used whatever they had at the bar, and it worked out fine (and got me out of there that much faster). The band was playing well together--when they're gelling, they sound really good!
Sunday: Two gigs!
Sunday morning was my usual church gig. I was worried about this one because one of the songs they wanted to do was the Trans Siberian Orchestra version of Carol of the Bells, and I couldn't figure out how to make it work with our instrumentation. That version has maybe three guitars and three synths, and we're much more of an acoustic band. When I listened to the mp3 of it, I couldn't even figure out what part I should be trying to hear, and I would get frustrated and give up. Fortunately, they had a piano reduction, so I kind of worked off that at the gig and it was fine.
That group is finally coming together. We may finally be figuring out how to work together.
I was home for around twenty minutes before I had to leave again, this time to a Yacht Rock gig. We played a jewish wedding. It wasn't too bad. We learned a couple of songs (Sister Christian and Come On Eileen--EWI violin!). The break room at the temple had some amusing posters.
I wonder why it is that every gig I do with Yacht Rock, we never end up playing for the full four hours. Somehow, Pete and Nick are able to convince the people that it's not in anyone's interest for us to play while the people are eating, so on a four hour call, we probably only end up playing the final two and half hours. I only mention this because the previous band I was in always played through dinner, and we had to fight with the people about the volume, but the band leader would insist that the people were paying for four hours of music and so we had to keep going. Doing it this way makes so much more sense--when they're ready to party, we're ready to play. It makes the gigs so much less aggravating.
I was home just after 8 PM, and in bed soon after that. Yeah…nice!
Yesterday (Monday), I was going to try and catch up on things like my blog, but I ended up just taking the entire day off. I did some half hearted practicing and broke in some reeds, but really….I did nothing. It was good.
Yacht Rock played a holiday party for Turner Sports yesterday in Centennial Olympic Park, next to the ice skating rink. I was really worried about the weather--yesterday was one of the coldest days in Atlanta (I think we tied the record low for December 14). Not only does my equipment not fare well in the cold, but my hands and feet hurt when it gets like this.
We were in a tent (with sides) and heaters, so it wasn't too bad, though if they'd closed a few more of the flaps it would have been more comfortable. The sound guys had the flap on their side open--why?--but it happened to be on Bencuya's side, so that was ok with me!
We got dressed in the shed where they keep lawnmowers and stuff…
The gig itself was super easy. Because of the cold, nobody showed up! They were expecting five hundred people, but Nick estimated only about one hundred fifty turned up. We started a little late (waiting for the tent to fill up), and ended a little early. Two sets. When party planners plan parties, why do they let the visual aspects (ice skating! a band! a buffet!) overrule the obvious weather concerns (it's December! we could all die from exposure!). It seems like somebody does this every season…the same kind of thing happens in the hottest part of the summer with similar results.
Oh well, no big deal. It was a fun gig, the sound was great, and the band was happy. Everybody helped me load out, which was super awesome. I was home forty-five minutes after the last note.
