Indianapolis No. 2

Back to Indianapolis on Saturday for a festival appearance downtown.  The high was projected to be 79 degrees, and we were all pretty excited about a break from the summer heat.

Before we even left Atlanta, we had a major emergency:  Monkeyboy's Delta app on his phone crashed right before we were called to board, and the person working the gate was unwilling to help him--he'd obviously had a boarding pass and photo ID to make it through security to the gate, and THEY COULD EVEN FIND HIM IN THE COMPUTER FOR OUR FLIGHT, but for some reason they couldn't print a new boarding pass, so they were going to leave him standing there as they shut the door to the airplane and pushed back.  We were on the plane asking the flight attendants to do SOMETHING to intervene, and eventually the asshole red coat Delta dude let Monkey come through.  Things were TENSE.  Delta screwed up BAD.

Anyway, we made it.  Airport lunch in Indy.  On to the gig!

There was some sort of awful battle of the bands before us.

A few thoughts about this gig:

1.  The weather was great, but as we progressed through our time slot, the direct sunlight found more and more of us, and it got hooooooooooooot.  Too bad, too, because if we could've stayed in the shade, this gig would have been in perfect weather.

2.  The gig was over at 6 PM!  Woo!  If we'd planned a little better, we conceivably could've flown to Indy, played the gig, and flown home all in the same day.

3.  I'm still scared to death of my EWI set up.  The patch-switching snafu from Birmingham has been cured by a new MIDI cable, but Tuesday night, the transpose button turned off unexpectedly (I think? Maybe a brushed it by accident or something), and the setup button next to it turned on.  The transpose button thing happened again at soundcheck, which spooked me, and I spent fifteen minutes after soundcheck trying to figure out if I could make it do it again (which I could not).  However, I paid extra extra extra close attention to it on the three EWI songs we played.  I put in new batteries (when the batteries start get old, the EWI tends to get weird), and hopefully this solves all my problems.

4.  After the gig, I spoke to a woman who asked me, "When did you learn how to play the saxophone?" Trying to explain to her that it's kind of lifetime long endeavor did not go well.  I immediately began to plot my escape from the conversation.

There was no green room available, so we changed clothes literally in the street, in between the production truck and the double-parked van and trailer.

And...Kip stole my phone...

After we ate, Kip and I walked to the hotel (with a pit stop for frozen yogurt).  It wasn't even 9 PM and the weather was so nice that I took the opportunity to go for a walk around downtown Indianapolis.

Check out the rubber bands on this dude's alto.  Several things we also duct taped in place.  Ouch!  He saving up to buy a new horn, so I put extra tip money in his case.

The Indianapolis Indians (minor league team) finished their season on this night, so I got to see the fireworks show and check out right field.

No.

I passed a bar that had a mechanical bull in the window, so I went in to check it out.  They were also having a mustache contest, so I thought, "Why not?"

This dude came off the bull a couple of times, and it kept swinging after he fell and pinned him to the mat.  Should I ride?  It's easy to think of how many way I could injure myself in front of strangers, so I got out of line.  Leave it to the experts.

I did a lap around the bar to see what the other mustaches looked like.  Clearly I would not win, so I left.

Look at those sad eyes.

Bus terminal.  MARTA doesn't have anything like this.

I walked into another bar and listened to this trio play a couple of tunes.  Nobody I'd ever heard of, but they were great!

War memorial.

More war memorials.

By this point, the foot traffic had begun to thin and the motorcycle and cars had begun to cruise around, so I headed back to the hotel.

I didn't notice this earlier, but the Indiana Roof Ballroom was right across the street from our hotel.  Yacht Rock played a wedding reception there, and years earlier I had performed on a regional healthcare commercial shoot while still in college.  I don't think I've ever seen the front the building before.

The state capital was also right on the corner of the hotel.

The next morning, we flew back to Atlanta.  I stole the hat of the dude next to me while he was sleeping.

Something I'd never seen before at the Atlanta airport:  as we were riding the long, two or three story escalators down to the plane train, we heard "LOOK OUT!" behind us, and turned just in time to see a suitcase bouncing down the steps.  The Great Bencuya stuck a leg out and caught it.  Seconds later, we heard a scream, and looked up to see a woman summersaulting down the escalator.  Ouch!  Paramedics were thankfully on the scene in seconds.  Pretty freaky.

Indianapolis No. 1

Yacht Rock played a private gig Tuesday night in Indianapolis.  Following our usual arrangement, the gear (and the van and trailer and the Kip and Zach) headed north Monday, and we flew up Tuesday morning.

The event happened to be in the Fountain Square area of Indianapolis, so after lunch, several guys killed some time with Duck Pin Bowling (the ball is grapefruit sized, and the pins are half as tall).  Check the technique.

Somebody inadvertently used two balls, and they got stuck on the ball return.  We dispatched Kip to retrieve them.

So...the gig was pretty happening for a Tuesday night!  Nice crowd.  The room was dark and very hot, though.

No food was provided at the event, so we hit a gas station before heading to the hotel.

Lotta mustard.

Wednesday morning,  Kip and Peter took the trailer to Pete's mom's house for safe keeping.  We'll need it again for our next gig at Indy Laborfest this coming Saturday.  We regrouped at the airport.

Indy's airport, by the way, is super awesome.  Maybe if the Atlanta airport was less concerned about being the busiest in the world, they could focus a bit more on making it a slightly more pleasant place to visit.

The whole band was upgraded to economy comfort on the way home, which I guess was cool, though we usually request the exit rows, so the legroom was approximately the same.  The flight was only about two-thirds full anyway.  We have a few long flights coming up in the next two months, and I hope we get upgraded for those.

Random thought on the ride home:  If I fell out of the plane at this height, how long would it take for me to hit the ground?  Would I pass out and never realize I was falling?  Would I have time to call home?  It's probably better that I sleep on the plane.

Shade Fest

I had no gig Saturday night, but I played in Greg Lee's band Sunday afternoon at the Grant Park Shade Festival.  With the exception of Eddie and the Cruiser's On the Dark Side and Dave Edmunds' Three Time Loser, we played all originals.  Good stuff!  I don't even know how long our set was, but it really flew by.  I guess we had a pretty good crowd, tucked into the shade because it's still super hot in Atlanta.  Will it ever end?

Speaking of On the Dark Side, I was annoyed with myself for not quite nailing the end, and then I remembered that we weren't playing Yacht Rock and so it didn't really matter.  Trying to cop all of this stuff note for note has become something of a disease.

Anyway...check out Greg Lee's stuff on his website (http://www.gregleesongs.com) and buy his new EP (http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/greglee3?SourceCode=widgetbaby).

Immediately following Greg Lee were the familiar faces of Indianapolis Jones.  Their music is so good that it made getting sunburned worth it.

Birmingham

Yacht Rock made another pilgrimage to Birmingham, Alabama Friday night, our second attempt to break into another regional live music market.

But first...more tire troubles!  Remember, if you will, that we had a bad back tire on the van a couple of weeks ago on our trip to Nashville?  The other back tire went bad on this trip, so we had to pull over in Hoover, AL and pick up a new tire.  We were extremely fortunate that someone could take care of it immediately.

Our previous adventure in Birmingham was at Saturn, a pretty cool venue with a place to spend the night upstairs (you can read about it here).  This time, we were across the street at Avondale Brewing Company on their outdoor stage.  Pretty cool.  It's like a festival stage in the backyard of the brewery. The staff is excellent and friendly.  A very hip place to play!

Pretty cool gig.  It'd been a while since we'd played a regular ol' Yacht Rock gig, so there was a little rust, but nothing too major.  The crowd was pretty good--we're still building momentum in this market--a few hundred people?  I'm not a good judge of the crowd size.  They seemed to really enjoy the show, but they would get very quiet between songs, which is a little odd.

My own performance was flawed by a gear problem:  the solo on Africa was a disaster, due to a bad MIDI cable (I think!).  Sometimes the signal to switch patches would go through from the pedal to the MIDI to USB convertor and sometimes it would not, and when it would not and I would try again, then it would leapfrog the patch that I wanted.  So Africa...intro sound (kalimbas), then switch to first solo patch, play first phrase, switch to the next patch, play second phrase, switch to the next phrase, play the third phrase.  Instead, I played the intro sound, switched to begin the solo, but the sound didn't change, and that threw me off.  I hit my pedal twice to try and jump to the second phrase sound, but the sound switched to the third phrase sound, so that didn't work.  I tried to back it up to get to the second phrase sound while I was playing, but ended up passing that and ending up on the first phrase sound, so I just gave up.

What the hell just happened?  I thought maybe that I'd stepped on the wrong button on the switching pedal, but there was no time to stop and troubleshoot the damn thing.  The only other song that used EWI in the set was Rosanna, and I thought that there'd be no problem--no switching sounds!  However, the sound changed inexplicably to the sound after my solo patch.  So, once again, I began the solo on the wrong sound, but this time when I tried to revert to the previous sound, it worked, and I made it through the solo.

Post-gig, I tried to switch patches, and sometimes it worked (but sometimes it didn't).  The switching pedal numbers were changing on time when I would step on the button, but the MIDI to USB didn't always see the signal, so I've swapped out the MIDI cable and hopefully that will fix it!  I checked it yesterday and it worked in my kitchen, but I'll be scared to death of it for the next half dozen gigs.

This venue had loaders (yay!), and they use a forklift from the brewery to get gear on and off the stage.  I've never seen this before.   Usually, there's a ramp.

One of the stagehands was amused that I was taking pictures of the forklift, and when I told her that I'd never seen this in any other venue I'd ever played, she explained that it was the easiest way to get gear on and off the stage.  What about a ramp?  She said that they would need a sixteen foot ramp for a stage of this height, and you can only purchase a sixteen foot ramp from Europe.  That didn't seem right, so as we drove away, I did a quick internet search on my phone.  

Loading out with a forklift is more fun, I bet. 

After the gig, we had pizza from Post Office Pies.  Maybe we were really hungry, but the general consensus was that this was some of the best pizza we've ever eaten anywhere.  Wow!

In other news, here are a couple of pictures, courtesy of Mixtape Atlanta, of the 2016 Revival.

2016 Atlanta Revival

The 2016 Yacht Rock Revival in Atlanta is now history.  Another fine evening with the original artists and 4,000 people in attendance!

Highlights:

Ambrosia is extremely consistent from night to night.  This was my first time hearing them out front, and I was extremely impressed with how good they were.

I had a nice chat with David Shaver from Starbuck before the show about what he's been up to since the last time I saw him.

Their posse far outnumbered everyone else's at the show.  I'm pretty sure I could pick out the band members, but they also had crew, spouses, and the crew's spouses.

Robbie Dupree:  We've played with Robbie so many times over the past few years that we are extremely comfortable with each other.  His songs are fun to play--not so complex that you don't know what parts are important, but there's enough musical meat on the bone to keep you interested in playing them more than a handful of times.

Robbie through us a curveball last night when his harmonica failed on Saturday Night (I'm really not sure--I just saw him come back to the riser, toss one harmonica, and pick up another), and I guess he restarted the solo?  I must have missed the cue to restart that section, and I plowed into the next chorus before I realized that I was off.  I blame Robbie.

Stephen Bishop:  First time with The Bish, and what's not to love!  He gave us some good stories, bad jokes, and I think he was genuinely impressed with the band--as he was leaving rehearsal on Friday, I overheard him say, "I haven't heard it sound like that in years" (speaking, I presume, about the last song we played with him, On and On).  Pretty cool.  This was also his first time playing the theme to Animal House with a full band, which is somewhat noteworthy.  I don't think he knew what he was getting into when he agreed to perform with us.  He seemed a little shocked by the whole event.

Matthew Wilder:  It's been really cool during the past year to watch Matthew transform back into a performing musician after a thirty year break.  He's much more comfortable than he was a year ago.  We like him, which means it's only a matter of time before we start making fun of him to his face.

Player:  We've played many, many times with Ronn and Peter from Player.  Their songs are cool, and they are also very entertaining as people (on stage and off).  Definitely the old, married couple in all of this, they intend to be rock stars to the very end (which will be when one eventually strangles the other).  I enjoy the California craziness that they bring.

Juice Newton:  Our first female guest performer!  She definitely hit a home run with her songs last night.  Not much keyboard for The Great Bencuya or myself--he handled handclaps on Queen of Hearts and I played the tambourine part on that and Love's Been a Little Bit Hard on Me.  I nailed the bells and chimes on Angel of the Morning, garnering kudos from Juice at rehearsal.  Maybe I should add that to my one sheet.

Big thanks to our crew for making it such a fantastic success--Kristen, Rebecca, Kip, Zach, Hans, and Matt!

Nashville

Yacht Rock played a show in Nashville last night as part of our revival summer tour, featuring the same crew of originals we'd brought along to the northeast:  Robbie Dupree, Matthew Wilder, Player (Ronn Moss and Peter Beckett), and Ambrosia.  We've almost always previously played at the Cannery Ballroom or the Mercy Lounge, so this show was a serious upgrade--the Schermerhorn Symphony Center where the Nashville Symphony performs.  What a room!

But first!  We only made it as far as West Paces Ferry in Atlanta before we had to pull over with some kind of tire problem.

The caravan limped to Smyrna, GA for a repair.  It turned out that the steel belt was separating from the rubber.  We wouldn't have made it very far!  The tire guys were able to replace it immediately, though, so it didn't slow us down very much.

On to Nashville.  Beautiful room!

Easy gig!  Dudes to load our gear in and out and a plethora of dressing rooms made it all very easy, and the tire issues didn't slow us down very much.  Everybody played well, and the old guys seemed pretty happy with everything (not much bitching after the gig).

This day also happened to be Mark Cobb's birthday, and his parents came down from Indianapolis with cake.  Happy birthday!  There is no better drummer in Atlanta, and his playing was, as usual, impeccable.

Other things...cool to see one of my former clarinet teachers in the section for the Nashville Symphony.

This was on my phone.

Thursday:  Our gear and luggage plus the old guys' luggage makes for a very full trailer.

Random pitstop in Tennessee.

We got back to Atlanta, reshuffled the gear (some of it going home, some of it going to rehearsal, some of it going to storage until Saturday), and set up for the big revival rehearsal on Friday.

New clarinet!  Like I mentioned previously, I've lost all confidence in my Buffet, which I've had since I was a freshman in college.  At the time, I bought it solely based on the fact that it was the standard professional clarinet that everybody owns (at one time or another).  After putting up with its idiosyncrasies for twenty-whatever years, it's time for a change.  Because the Buffet is such an internationally known standard, they can't make any major updates to it--the clarinet community would freak out--so they're stuck replicating flaws and outdated technology.

So...I bought a Yamaha.  The intonation is better and it plays easier right out of the box.