In the Round

Yacht Rock played a random, weird gig Wednesday morning.  We were set up in the middle of the room at an exhibit hall to play two songs for some kind of sales conference.  Probably as close as I'll ever come to being on VH1 Storytellers.

Pre-show, Bencuya spilled his coffee and ruined everything.

So...we walked in, sat down, played Power of Love, played Don't Stop Believin', and then scrambled all of our gear out under cover of darkness (during a video) in less than three minutes.  All in a day's work.

Last Trip of the Year

Yacht Rock played a show in Indianapolis Friday night.  It was unusual in that it wasn't connected to any other midwestern dates--we flew up for the single gig at The Vogue in Broad Ripple, and then got up the next morning and flew home.  

Friday:  This trip felt like a series of naps.  I basically napped for a few hours the night before we left;  I slept on the plane;  we set up and played;  we crashed in our hotel rooms for a few hours;  I slept on the plane.  I even fell asleep in between sets at the gig.

A small bus picked us up at the Indy airport and drove us to The Vogue.  Almost enough room!

One major disadvantage to not having all of our own gear was that we did not use in ear monitors.  Instead, we had monitor wedges for everybody.  It was LOUD.  I'd forgotten how much more difficult it is to hear everybody on stage.  We also played on rented equipment, which for the most part, was pretty good.  Both keyboards were in good condition.  The keyboard stands (both mine and Bencuya's) were ROUGH.

We had Kip, though, so sound-wise, it was as good as it could be.  He provided Nick with an in ear pack so that he wouldn't blow out his voice.

This gig was unusual in that we played a private party for the first set, and then the doors were opened to the sold out crowd for two public sets.  Sold out!  Indy is good to us.  It's easy--mention that five us are Indiana University graduates, and the place goes nuts.

Our rooms at the Broad Ripple Inn, a house a few blocks away from The Vogue converted into a bed and breakfast.  We left too early for breakfast, but the beds were nice.

The Vogue still has one of the tiniest, shittiest dressing rooms in the universe.

Nice gig!  This one went by pretty quickly, even though it was three sets.  I guess the first set was a bit subdued because it was a company party, but the thousand people who turned up for public sets were...very excited!  Considering how different the stage sound was compared to that which we've grown accustomed, I think we gave them a great show.

My bed (and the matching twin bed) had a vintage blanket--army hospital blankets?  Nice touch.

Saturday:  up too early again for the flight home.

This is the last I saw of Kip before I fell asleep.

The early flight back to Atlanta left us just enough time to go home, eat lunch, grab our equipment, and head out the door for our next gig.

We played a holiday festival at a private school north of Atlanta.  Wow!  It looked like an expensive junior college.  The gym was an arena.  It must cost big bucks to go to school here.

Unfortunately, the party was stale.  We were on stage in this enormous room with a couple of hundred people who mostly sat at their tables far away from the stage in the darkness and watched us.  After the frenzy of a thousand person show the night before, this was very underwhelming.  We were very happy to end at 9 PM.

Kind of Blue, Take 2

The Pleaserock Horns (Rob Opitz, Richard Sherrington, and me) took another shot at Miles Davis' Kind of Blue at Venkman's.  Pretty good playing all around.  The rhythm section for this one was David Ellington on piano, Billy Thornton on bass, and Marlon Patton on drums.

Chances are, you weren't at the gig.  You can listen here:

Turkey Eve

Yacht Rock played our annual Thanksgiving Eve show at Venkman's this year.  In past years, we've done it at the Egyptian Ballroom at the Fox.  Much easier load in Venkman's, and better food.  This gig sold out (approximately 400 people).

New tunes:  Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard (Paul Simon) and Come and Get Your Love (Redbone).  I like both of these!  This was a good set list--a handful of new ones and another handful of ones that we haven't played in a while.

Two piccolo solos (Me and Julio and Call Me Al) in one gig.  Whaaaa?

Austin Powers

Yacht Rock made a quick trip to Austin, TX this past weekend for two shows, one private and one public.  I like Austin a lot, and I think we'll try and make it a regular stop on our schedule (if we can find the right room).

Friday:  insanely early flight.  Our carpool to the airport left midtown at 6:50 AM.  Ugh.  Worse still, I failed to sleep at all on the flight.  Maybe I'm dying--I always sleep on the plane.  I watched a movie instead.

First stop:  our hotel rooms, where Mark Cobb and I discovered that we had those sleep-number beds you always see on TV (but never in person).  100 is hard, 0 is soft.  Cobb's didn't work at first, and mine would change radically...and then we realized that he had the remote for my bed, and I had his.

Lunch stop in Austin:

I don't remember how you say "shrimp kebab" in Spanish, but that's what this was.  Very good.  This is the kind of Mexican/Turkish delight that The Great Bencuya would enjoy.

Our stage set up for gig number one in Austin.  The Van Halen Hot for Teacher backdrop (for Mom:  https://youtu.be/6M4_Ommfvv0?t=3m9s)

Lots of down time before this one got going.  Here's Zach playing with his new computer.  Somebody ripped off his laptop and iPad (and Kip's laptop and iPads) while the van was making a pit stop in between Chicago and Austin.  Boooooo.

Here's our pre-gig meal (not pictured:  salad, giant cookies).  Woo!  The picture does it justice.

Pretty happening for a corporate gig.  The dance floor was full pretty early, and stayed that way consistently until the end of our set.

Post gig, we returned to our sleep number beds, only to find that the damn TV wouldn't work, so we called the hotel's repairman at 1 in the morning to come check it out.

At first he thought it was the cable box.

Later on in the troubleshooting process, he figured out that the HTMI jack on the back of the TV was dead, so he left with our broken TV.

And a great sadness fell across the land.

Minutes later, he returned with a TV from an empty room!  Triumph!

Quite a tummy.

And the whole time, I was doing this.

Saturday:  our public gig on this two night stand in Austin.  Very snazzy gig poster!

I had some of that anti-Christian coffee from Starbucks.  Whatever...

Austin has a really cool trail system along both banks of the Colorado River.  I did the 10 mile loop.

Stevie Ray Vaughan statue on the opposite bank from our hotel.  No statues of Double Trouble.

At 1 PM, we checked out of the sleep number hotel and moved across town (over by the airport) to a different hotel.  Late check out and early check in equals much time laying on our backs watching TV.

I had lunch at a Subway.  There will be no pictures of my footlong.

Around 4 PM, we made our way to the venue to set up.  Much to our dismay, the stage was extremely small, and the lighting guy set up four lighting trusses against the back wall, making the space even more tight.  Everybody found a place to stand, but was invisible to the crowd due to a stack of speakers directly in front of me, and Pete stood a couple of feet back from his usual spot so as to avoid being hit in the face with the headstock of Monkeyboy's guitar.

Pre-gig meal: a cup of chili, and then tacos.

The Great Bencuya had a sandwich and fries. Very satisfying.

Tight stage and no real green room, but we made the best of it, and I thought the crowd was great!  Around 200 people, I heard.  The sound was naturally great--Kip and Zach nailed it again.  Good gig!

Look at all of this delicious pineapple that was thrown away.  A great sadness fell over the land.  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, TEXAS!?  I COULD HAVE EATEN THIS!

...and then we packed up the trailer and left.  Once we'd finished, a DJ took over, and the music was so loud and obnoxious (and kept enough people in the only space where we could've packed up) that we pulled stuff off the stage and put it in cases out in the parking lot.

Yay Austin!  I'd love to find a way to come here more often.  Hopefully now that we've proven we can draw some kind of crowd, we'll be able to get into a room with a proper stage and dressing room.

Sunday:  slept like a dead guy on the plane.  I was home for about forty-five minutes before it was time to leave for double church gig duty.

In other news, it took ten days, five phone calls, and four unanswered voicemails, but that stinky hotel in Columbus, IN finally mailed my hat, belt, socks, and shades back to me.  I guess I should be thankful that they didn't ask me to pay the postage.  A few years ago in L.A., I left some things in a drawer in our hotel and it cost me forty bucks to get it back.


The final few shows of the year:

Thanksgiving Eve...sold out...never mind.

Brunch gig at Venkman's.  Hopefully we'll play this gig before the details change again.

The Vogue Theatre in Indianapolis.

A few Christmas shows at Venkman's.

There's also a New Year's Eve gig at the Park Tavern, but the poster is not...uh...ready.  I think the one that's out right now is kind of a rough draft.  I hope.

Dave and Dave Reunion

David Ellington and I played at Venkman's in Atlanta Sunday night.  Back together again after Dave's multiple trips out of town.

I had the burger.

Here's the audio:

As is often the case, my perception of how I (and we) played was much different from what I'm listening to as I sit here tonight.  Other than my multiple mistakes on The Serpent's Charm, things feel and sound pretty good, and I don't sound as hesitant and muddled as things seemed in my head at the time.

Check this out!  A local artist (you can see his other stuff here) drew this on the menu while he was listening to us.  Wow!