May Yacht Rock Tour

Where have we been?

Wednesday:  The Yacht Rock Revue began our little northeast tour with a local gig at the Weather Channel, celebrating their thirtieth anniversary with a party.  An unusual start, if for no other reason than I drove down to the office, loaded my gear in the trailer, and then drove most of the way back to my house for a gig.  This one was 80s themed, since they began in 1982.

The gig was pretty easy.  We backed the trailer up to the stage, unloaded, and set up.  Good weather (predictably) made it all go well.  We were on one end of a giant tent;  food trucks were on the other;  Jim Cantore in the middle.  Cantore looks like a cop, by the way--a bit shorter than me, stockier, shirt sleeves rolled up--Detective Cantore.  The food truck (Yumbii) was awesome, by the way, and I had two desserts from the King of Pops.

Detective Cantore in the lower left hand corner

After the gig, we packed up and drove up to Charlotte, NC, where we spent the night.

Thursday:  We were up pretty early for the drive to Baltimore for our next gig.  This one was a public/private event for Groove Commerce at a bar called Little Havana.  Pretty cool setting--right on the inner harbor in a pretty good sized room.  They loved us and we loved them.  B is for Baltimore and B is for beautiful boobies.  I saw many of them;  exquisite scenery.  Evidently, internet marketing is big with the babes.

The sound was good, the energy was great, and the views were mighty fine.  Another good performance by us.

Here's a video:



Friday:  We were able to sleep in because we only had to go to Washington DC for our next gig, so we left around 11 AM.  The traffic in the city was incredibly bad, even mid day--it took us probably forty-five minutes to get parked once we got within sight of the venue.

We played a public gig at a super swank room called The Hamilton.  It looked to me like a really upscale jazz club;  their calendar lists everybody from Roy Hargrove to Toad the Wet Sprocket.

They had an underground loading dock where we could stash the van and go wander for a few hours.

Dannells led a few of us to a pretty good African restaurant called Peri Peri.  Lots of dead chicken.  I ate four bowls of frozen yogurt (it was all you can eat).

We still had an hour before load in, so we then went to the Spy Museum.  Pretty groovy, with lots and lots of Cold War stuff.   It had hidden listening devices, guns disguised as other things, things you can stick up your butt in the name of national security, and an air duct for Dannells and me to climb in.

The Hamilton was cool, the stage was nice, the backstage was super groovy.  I had an hour to actually warm up for this gig, so I found a back hallway where I could zone out and play saxophone.  Ahh…

The gig itself was OK.  I figured out really quickly (as did everybody in the room) that there was some kind of low end thing happening to the right of Dannells, and whenever I would step forward to take a sax solo, it would feed back--a gig-destroying low frequency, high volume roar that the sound guys never could fix.  If I stayed at my station, things were OK, but it kind of neutered my performance (on a night where we played Baker Street, Maneater, and Careless Whisper).  I was really disappointed.  Everyone seemed to have a theory, but nobody had a solution.  Could it be that I when I walked out, I was right on top of the sub under the stage?  The sound guy didn't think so.  Whatever it was, they couldn't get it right.

Awesome light show, light guy.

Here's a video of us crushing Rosanna.    The mix sounds really good!  Early in the night, I turned my amp off for a while--I was so cranked in the house, I didn't need it!

Saturday:  This was the toughest day of all.  We spent the night at a crummy hotel in Maryland, then got up on four hours of sleep and drove to New York City for a pair of gigs.

Gig number one was a three set extravaganza on a pier in NYC (pier 83, I believe).  We were on one end of what was really just the Circle Line's parking lot);  Wrestlers were on the other end--a Nacho Libre situation.  In the middle was the most pathetic excuse for a taco stand ever, manned by the Disgruntled Asshole Taco Servers Union.  We changed on a boat with about thirty of the wrestlers, in a haze of body odor that nearly asphyxiated me.  All of us has an El Guapo to face.

The whole thing felt really cheap.  The stage was small, the taco thing sucked real bad, the wrestling thing was weird (congratulations to DJ Phat Pat for winning his match).  If I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that he was one of Cobb's biggest fans (by weight), Terry.

We had a really good all female mariachi band open for us.  Nice pants, ladies.

In spite of the surrounding BS, we played well.  The sound was pretty good, though my sax mic picked up some interference and started cutting out (nobody told me until the gig was over, though).

When the Cinco del Cheapo was over, we packed up and let a crew of guys move our gear two piers over (pier 81?) to a boat for a booze cruise (ride around New York harbor, drink yourself stupid).  The one we did last time seemed like a decent set up for music on a boat.  This one, in contrast, looked like Yacht Rock hijacked a Circle Line Cruise.  We jammed ourselves in a corner and set up.

This gig was pretty insane, like we were playing a basement frat party.  No stage (and no room), so the crowd was right on top of us.  I had some crazy girl who kept banging on the top notes of my keyboard.  She also jumped in and screamed into Dannells' microphone a couple of times.  The security guy was worthless, but I also think the crowd was so thick, he couldn't see what she was doing.  The sound man couldn't see us either.  Afterwards, he told me "When I was learning how to use this mixer last night, I was hoping to get a band like you guys."  Yikes.

Hey Gina!

This gig went well.  They loved us, and even with the strange set up, we hit another home run.

We loaded out and headed to our hotel.  Greg almost got in a fight with a guy picking up laundry.  The place had problems with the rooms, so we had to share beds.  I flooded our entire bathroom by taking a shower.  What a messy day!

Sunday:  We left Nick and Dannells behind in the city and pointed the van towards home.  The five of us took turns snoring.

Our return got as far as Gastonia, NC, where we spent the evening.  Applebees.  Yay.

Monday:  The last few hours went by pretty quickly.  Home again!

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Another Busy One

I managed to survive another crazy weekend, and there are only a few days at home before I'm gone again.

Friday:  Yacht Rock returned to Nashville.  We've been selling out the Mercy Lounge the past couple of times, so we moved downstairs to the larger part of the venue:  the Cannery Ballroom (the Mercy is about the size of Smith's Olde Bar, and the Cannery is about the size of the Variety Playhouse).  Cool.  We loaded in, set up, soundchecked…usual stuff.  Definitely a bigger, better stage.  The room is L shaped.

Before the gig, we ate at a Thai food truck around the corner.  I had the red curry with pork.  Very good.  I could have eaten two.

The gig went pretty well.  We played I Keep Forgetting, one of my faves, and we went through a string of fun sax features (Whatever Gets You Through the Night, Your Mama Don't Dance, Careless Whisper, and Baker Street).  The crowd was pretty into it.  Coming back from the intermission, the vibe changed--I don't think the we ever got to the same shared energy with the audience.

Some turd got on stage at the end of the night, but the monitor guy was quick to launch him back into the audience.  Also, Greg Lee yelled at some jackass in a panama hat at the front of the stage, who responded by throwing twenty dollar bills at us.  Alcohol...

My tenor reed died, and thus my altissimo.  It made the F#s at the top of the Who Can it Be Now? lick almost impossible.  My batting average for that note in the song was low enough to get me sent to the minors.

Load out was slow.  The final numbers were around five hundred, which would have been good in the Mercy, but in a thousand person venue like the Cannery, was just ok.  The thing that killed us, though, was the production costs--upstairs, it's around $150, but downstairs it's almost $2,000.  Ouch.  That killed any profit off this gig!  Back upstairs we go!

Saturday:  We spent the night in Smyrna--no hotel rooms were available in Nashville.  We got on the road a little bit late.

Bencuya drove away from a gas pump with the hose still in the side of the van, but we suffered no damage (the gas hose took the brunt of it).  Oops.

Chattanooga has a nice place to stop for lunch--the 212 Market.  Good stuff.  I had ravioli.

We rolled into Atlanta and went straight to our next gig--a spring party at the Atlanta Athletic Club.  They had a tented stage set up in their tennis stadium.  Not a bad place for a gig!  The only drag was that the sun was blazing on my corner of the stage--it cooked me and my equipment.

This gig was ok.  I was tired, I guess, but I just couldn't really get into it, and the stage sound kind of crushed any enthusiasm I had.  The front line monitors had a lot of stuff in them, and each wedge was cranked to the point of feeding back.

Some drunk bitch (it's always going to be a female, isn't it?) decided that we needed a chick in the band, so she invited herself on stage.  At first I thought she wanted to play cowbell or tambourine, but nobody would give in to her, so she just stood in the corner.  I got a quick picture during Footloose.  I wish we'd had the monitor guy from Nashville come and throw her off the stage.

She spent about a half hour after the gig going among the band, trying to convince us to add her on, though we were never able to determine what exactly she could do.  Loading out gear was definitely not on her list of talents.  Drinking our rider, perhaps?

Also at the end of the night was a pushy lady who demanded to hear Brick House (which we don't play).  I hope at some point we no longer have to deal with stuff like this.  It really kills gigs when you have a handful of people who want to tell you what you should be doing.

I got home, unpacked my gear and clothes, packed my stuff my my church gig, took a shower and got in bed at 4 AM.

Sunday:  Two hours later, I was up and trying to get out the door to go to Cumming, GA for a church gig.  Bryan Lopes and I played the same song we'd played at Gwinnett Church a few weeks ago.  This one was at Browns Bridge.

Easy stuff (one song in each of the services), and we got to hang out.  Wayne Viar was playing drums, so the three of us traded stories.  The song went fine, but spending time with two of my favorite people was extra cool.

Home, then straight to bed.  I got up and made my second church gig.  Kind of a light band--three vocalists.  It was a little rough sounding, compared to the previous week.  I didn't anything worth talking about.

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Empowerment

The Yacht Rock Revue played a gig for CREW (commercial real estate women).  It was a party for their thirtieth anniversary.  So...how about a party on a Thursday night?

I think they set some kind of record for use of the word "empowerment."  Definitely the word of the gig.  For most of the women at the party, it probably meant professional success.  For a few, however, it was license to be a pushy, egotistical bitch.  We had a couple of women--one who almost flipped out because we wouldn't let her play tambourine, and one who was sure she could make the party better by joining us on stage for a song (to sing I Will Survive, of all things--empowerment!).  They were so relentless in bothering us, it pretty much ruined the gig for us.

To make matters worse, we had a moron running sound.  I don't think we made it through a single song without a microphone feeding back.

We did our fastest load out ever.  Thirty-five minutes after the gig, we had everything loaded into the trailer.  Off to Nashville!

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Augusta Trio

I had a trio gig last night…in Augusta.  I got a call a few weeks ago asking if I was available.  Yes!  Send me the details!  The reply included the times, attire, and the address for the Augusta Country Club.  Boo.  You could've mentioned that.

It wasn't a big deal because the gig was really fun.  I guess the client had specifically requested a trio of sax, bass, and drums…weird.  Sonny Rollins fans?  The State of the Tenor?  Whatever.  It was cool with me.  When I first did jazz gigs as a leader, I did a bunch of these, but it's been many years since then.  I think I played differently--it was hard to not to ear Sonny in my head.

This trio had Jeff Williams on bass, and Justin Varnes on drums.  I hadn't seen Justin in a couple of years.  He's playing better than ever.  It was great to catch up with him.

The gig finally ended after I got a little out on Ju Ju.  The drunk sunburned guy looked right at me and said, "You can stop."

Here's the audio.  Check it out!

 Augusta Trio by David B Freeman

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My Busy Weekend!

This has been a crazy weekend.  I only made it through by sleeping today away (in between church gigs).

Friday:  the first big Yacht Rock gig at the Park Tavern this year.  We held the Reagan Rock prom there.  The years before this were held at the Variety Playhouse, and both were pretty colossal efforts in learning songs, scripting the show, doing the decorations (for the record, I never had anything to do with scripting or decorations, but the learning songs part was still really hard!).  This year's event was super easy in comparison;  show up, host the party, have a good time.  Probably the same number of people turned out as previous years, too.  I think we nailed it.  Thanks to everybody for joining us!

Everything went well;  I can only think of a couple of bad spots for me--a few butchered chords in I Wanna Dance with Somebody.  My alto felt great--I keep hoping to find a video of me playing more than a few seconds of Careless Whisper.



My tenor was ok.  It has a leak.  I'm also still in the bad habit of chomping down on the mouthpiece and overblowing.  Chalk it up to my fear of being flat.



Anyway, the gig went great!  Super fun.  The only hiccup we had was that we played past 11 PM and they shut the PA off on us.  Esther took it personally.

As I was packing up, some chick called me over (you can probably already guess how this goes)…


     Chick:  Where are y'all going next?  I wanna party with you!


     Me:  I'm going home and going to bed.  I have a gig in the morning.


     Chick:  Where?


     Me:  A Catholic church.  I'm playing the confirmation mass.


And I walked away.  Evidently, she tried several band members, but no one wanted to go party.

One more video…



…and you can hear my string part after the solo.  I'm in the mix!

Saturday morning:  Up way too early to go play a church gig.  I made use of the extra church gig by doing a little piano microphone experiment.  I put a Shure Beta 98 in the middle (clipped to the frame) and a dynamic vocal mic stuck in one of the holes in the frame.  Those two, with the Stupid Barcus Berry Pickup, sounded pretty good in my headphones.

I guess I played pretty well.  We didn't really play that much considering we were there for almost two hours.

The archbishop celebrated the mass--such a cool guy!  Very entertaining and engaging.

Saturday evening:  Yacht Rock was hired to play a bar mitzvah.  Super expensive gig.  I don't think we've ever been hired for one of these before, but this was a repeat customer (the parents, not the kid).  The set list was mostly Beatles and party songs with a little Yacht Rock thrown in--not a whole lot for me to do.  It was cool, though--gave me lots of time to people watch/check out the super hot women.  It was unavoidable, and the pictures I surreptitiously took of these women have been deleted off my phone--I swear!

It was us (for the adults), a DJ (for the younger humans), the Georgia Tech pep band (playing Hava Nagila), sushi rollers, a room where there was a guy custom airbrushing Chuck Taylors, chicken and waffles, lots of alcohol (for the adults), a congratulatory video featuring Dick Vitale and the Atlanta Hawks among others…you get the idea.  It was a big party.

We played You're So Vain with a guest singer, and I did very well on the piano part, if I do say so myself.  I've come a long way, baby!

Stephen 'Steak' Shapiro tried to sit in with us on Glory Days, but didn't know any of the words.  He looked like he knew what he was doing, though.

Some chick invited herself up to play maracas with us on Africa and embarrassed herself without our help.

Sunday:  Up again for a church gig.  Easy stuff--I know what to expect these days, so it's no biggie.  Read the charts down a couple of times, then go upstairs and do it for real.  I swapped out my main tenor with my backup horn.  Much better.

My evening church gig went pretty well.  I left the 98 off, but mixed the vocal mic inside with the Stupid Barcus Berry Pickup, and I think it sounded pretty good.  The vocals sounded good, and my flute face was good.  Yay!

Stay tuned!  More to come this week.

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