Two Gigs, One Building

Yacht Rock pulled a two-fer last night--two gigs in one night, albeit in the same building, with each "gig" consisting of three songs.  Appearance is probably a better description than gig.

Our first event of the evening was at The Loft (at Centerstage in midtown).  We participated in the "Beatles vs. Stones" show benefiting Poverty is Real.  Our set was Jealous Guy, Hey Bulldog, and A Little Help from my Friends.  I had a good solo on Jealous Guy.  At the end of Hey Bulldog, I was anticipating Monkey creating feedback and noise at his amp--maybe I have this confused with the end of Good Morning, Good Morning--anyway, once we hit the outro of Hey Bulldog, something compelled me to just to take the most out, free, squealing, noisy solo I could muster.  Nobody seemed to mind.

After that, we headed out the door and walked into Vinyl (also at Centerstage) to play for Mixtape's "The Nightmare before X Mix" show for the Songs for Kids Foundation.  This set was Donny Hathaway's This Christmas, Springsteen's version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and Two Tickets to Paradise.  I could barely hear my saxophone.  Hope it was ok.

If you want to hear more of us, come see us tonight at the Variety Playhouse for the Yacht Rock Holiday Special!

Song of Simeon

I played a really nice gig with a bunch of old friends last night.  Will Scruggs presented his album Song of Simeon in concert last night at the Sandy Springs Christian Church.  Great writing and playing all around!  It was also cool to see several old friends in the band, including Tommy Sauter, Marlon Patton, Kinah Boto, Dan Baraszu, Lester Walker, and Wes Funderburk.  It seems like we don't move in the same circles anymore, so our opportunities are fewer and farther between.

Quartet Gig!

I had a great quartet gig last night.  We played a horse related event--I never fully grasped what it was--but who cares!  A two hour jazz gig with Tyrone Jackson (keyboard), Kevin Smith (bass), and Justin Chesarek (drums).  I couldn't have asked for a better band.  Awesome playing all the way around by some of my favorite musicians in Atlanta.  I feel lucky to share the stage with them.

You should listen here:



In related news, everybody likes my beard.

Sunday

Even without a Saturday night gig, waking up early on Sunday is tough.  Too many years of training my body clock to go the other way.

My AM church gig was pretty good.  When I got there, they had the stage set for a show with the orchestra that afternoon.  I had no idea where to stand, so I ended up taking a position in between the organ and bass player.

Musically, it was another morning where I didn't contribute much.  I played some tenor and some soprano, and played clarinet (as always) on the last song.  I'm still really enjoying my new soprano mouthpiece, and after breaking in some softer reeds Saturday night, it's really fun now.  The big song for the day had a little bit of space for me to blow in between verses by the choir, so I played soprano on it, which I think fit it better than tenor.

At one point in the service, the pastor mentioned that a dollar bill was backed by gold at the Federal Reserve--I wanted to raise my hand and vehemently disagree!  Then he corrected himself--it was backed by silver.  Wait--what?  What year is it?  President Nixon ended the gold standard in 1971.  Weird stuff.

While we were on break, Wayne Viar walked by--he was playing drums in the contemporary service on the other side of the building.  Always a pleasure!  He was telling us about playing drums on some kind of national tour with somebody from ABBA.  He had to run the backing tracks, too--all on an ADAT machine!

My PM church gig was a bit of a volume war--as in, I set the level so it was audible in the back of the church, and the band leader said it was too loud.  Fine.  I turned it down.  Anybody complains, I know who to blame.

Musically, there wasn't anything that lent itself to my improvisatory noodling, so I didn't add much.  I tried to make up for it with more attentive audio mixing, albeit at a lower volume.

Nashville

Yacht Rock played a show Friday night at the Mercy Lounge in Nashville.  In spite of the crappy weather, it was beyond sold out--more people than the number they call sold out.  Very cool!

We left Atlanta and the 70 degree weather.  Just north of Chattanooga, it started raining.  We went up and over Monteagle in the pouring rain.  When we arrived in Nashville, it was mid-30s and still raining.  Yuck!

We set up and sound checked as we've done here plenty of times before.  For supper, we met up with the guys from our booking agency for pizza at DeSano.  If you've ever been to Antico in Atlanta, it's the same sort of thing--the DeSano guy purchased the concept/franchising rights from Antico and set up shop in Tennessee.

Anyway, it's soooooo good.  It's kind of embarrassing--this is the kind of place where I will eat right up until I'm about to throw up.  If I had access to pizza like this more often, I would weigh 1,000 pounds.

Back to our gig!  We had a good time and played pretty well.  That stage is always loud, and for me, it takes some time to get comfortable with the volume.  First tune of the night was Greatest American Hero (Believe it Or Not).  This one hasn't been on the set list in over a year.  I did pretty well--the last measure of the bridge has an intimidating sixteenth note run that I can play most of the time.  I think I got it.  I had some other minor flubs on the string part, but it was alright.

My solo on Biggest Part of Me was kind of blah, as was Baker Street.  I couldn't get any kind of epic energy happening in the latter.  On the former, I tried to hold off on the altissimo stuff for as long as possible and try and play something meaningful in the middle of the horn.  I couldn't really get anything going.  My EWI solo on the end of Africa went very well, however, and the flow of my ideas felt logical.

The crowd had kind of a weird vibe--or maybe it was the stage volume/ear plugs thing.  It felt like they were into the first sixty seconds of everything, and then it felt like they wanted us to hurry up and get on to the next song.

Walter Egan made the trip in from Franklin and played Magnet and Steel and Go Your Own Way with us.  It's always a pleasure to hang out with the real guys, and Walter is gracious with his stories of the 70s, and he tolerates me taking pictures of him.

We spent the night in Smyrna.  The next day, it was back over the mountain in the fog.  1, 2, 3 Greg Lee!

No gig Saturday night, but I did get in some good practicing.

This is a crazy week!  I have a quartet gig Monday night, rehearsal Tuesday morning, rehearsal Thursday morning, a gig with Will Scruggs Thursday night, a gig Friday night, and the big Yacht Rock Holiday show at the Variety Playhouse Saturday night!

Holiday Party

Yacht Rock played a holiday party last night at Park Tavern.  We usually play outside on the patio, but the ice rink made that impossible.  Because of this, we were tucked in a corner of the downstairs room. It seemed like a pretty terrible situation (acoustically speaking), but in the end, I don't think it sounded bad at all.

This gig was a holiday party for a small company, with maybe a hundred people in attendance.  It never got rowdy, which was cool by me--there were a few people dancing and watching the show, but no drunk people screaming at us.

I felt good about my playing all around--I've had some good solos on Reminiscing lately, and liked my playing on Lowdown last night.  I've finally gotten over whatever I caught in California and my voice is back to normal, so I'm also feeling more confident about my singing.

We're headed out the door today to play in Nashville tonight at the Mercy Lounge.  It's in the 70s here in Atlanta and the 30s up there.  Yuck.

Easy Day

No Saturday night gig…the weekend immediately following Thanksgiving has pretty much always been dead for everybody, so I don't feel too bad about not working.  Sunday was a regular day, though, with services in the morning and evening.

My Sunday morning gig was uneventful.  I played some clarinet on the opening song (kind of Christian klezmer oom-pah thing).  The remainder of the service, I played soprano and tried to stay in the background as much as I could.  No big spots for me to fill, so I did my best to participate without being noticed.

The instrumentation was a little unusual--in addition to the usual drums, bass, piano, church organ, and me, we had Neil from the contemporary service joining us.  Neil plays B-3 organ, so he played some with us--dueling organs?  I always wonder what that sounds like out front.

We played two services this weekend, which was cool for the money.  I must admit that my clarinet felt so good that I was happy to play two.

My evening church gig was also mostly a non-event for me.  The music chosen for this weekend didn't leave me many opportunities to play, so I stayed out of the way as best I could.  One of the hymns was such a wandering subdominant nightmare that I gave after a few seconds of trying to weave something into it and put my soprano back on the stand.

Yacht Rock will be in Nashville at the Mercy Lounge this coming Friday night if you're around.

Turkey Eve

Yacht Rock played a sold out Thanksgiving Eve at the Egyptian Ballroom at The Fox Theatre last night--a major step up from last year's Turkey Eve at Smith's Olde Bar.  Way more people, way more fun, and I played much better than last year.

This was a great gig all around for us!  We debuted a few new tunes (I'm Alright, Two Tickets to Paradise) and brought back several that we haven't played in a while (Band on the Run, Sara Smile, She's Gone, Get Out of My Dreams, and Everything She Wants).  I'm pretty sure they all went over well, though with ear plugs jammed deep into my head, I didn't hear much of the crowd.  It's one of the louder stages we've played recently.

Sunday

My AM church gig had a couple of subs--John Hancotte subbed for Charley on bass and Keith played organ in place of the absent Dustin and church organist Ira.  An unusual line up.  Other than that, it was a typical show--a couple of hymns, the big production number, a little soft-shoe closer.  

My PM church gig had an excellent mix going, thank you very much.  They repaired whatever issue was happening with the main speakers, so I got everything going in stereo again (panning things out).  The band leader said it was loud;  maybe my ears are messed up because of this cold, but it didn't seem loud to me.  I like it loud anyway.

My soprano is feeling/sounding so good these days!  I bought a new mouthpiece (a CE Winds Silver Socka) and tweaked a few of the adjustment screws in order to close a couple of leaks, and now it's exactly what I was hoping this combination would be.  It makes me look forward  to my church gigs again.  

Short Skirt Night at the Ten High

Not really…the skirts were at an all time high, but we weren't at the 10 High.  We were at 103 West in Buckhead.

The event du jour was a private party.  I have no idea for whom we were playing or what they were celebrating.  The crowd was into it sometimes.

The food was good and the load in/out was easy.  Zach ran sound and brought a donkey named David;  Kip is somewhere out there holding Shawn Mullins together.  There's nothing else to report.

I'm still sick.

Friday Night

I recorded my horn parts for an original song Friday night at Madison Studios.  I think it turned out pretty well!  Hopefully, there will be more creative opportunities like this coming up.