Tennis Time

Monday afternoon, Yacht Rock played the Atlanta Challenge at Gwinnett Arena. The main event was an exhibition tennis match between Rafael Nadal and Grigor Dimitrov. We played for about an hour while people were coming in.

Easy enough. Our gear is somewhere between Seattle and Los Angeles, so all the gear was backlined (I brought my spare horns from home).

The gig went fine. It felt kind of frantic in the pacing, but I played ok. After our set, I packed up my gear and went home.

Pacific Northwest

Keeping things rolling, Yacht Rock flew up to the Pacific Northwest for a few gigs.

We flew in Wednesday evening, so I did a little exploring before we went to the venue Thursday afternoon.

Portland straddles a river, so there are many bridges to check out.

We stayed in a different location from our only previous visit, and I lucked out that we were right around the corner from an Indian restaurant.

Our first show of this leg was at Revolution Live, an old school that has been repurposed as a music venue (there might also be some other artsy stuff tucked into the other classrooms as well). Very cool place.

This one sold out! I wish this place was bigger; it's really cool and sounds really good, but we may have already outgrown it. Anyway, we had a great show here.

I did have one super scary moment--right as we launched into Africa and I picked up the EWI, I noticed that my laptop had not been charging, and was down to 1%! Holy shit! I reinserted the charger and got things going just in time, and by the time we got to the solo, I was at a whopping 2%...but I knew that the laptop was not going to go black on me in the middle of it. Guess I was lucky to notice it in time--that would've been really awful. Regardless, it gave me a massive adrenaline boost that took about five or six songs to burn off.

Friday, there was most of the day to waste, so more exploring.

Hello fren.

And more time at the Indian restaurant.

We got news on this day that an article about us had been published in the online version of Rolling Stone. You can check it out here. Pretty surreal.

Mississippi Studios is a "sister" room to the place we played the night before. It's quite a bit smaller on stage and off, but still sounds pretty good, and has a cool vibe.

This was supposed to be an "unplugged" acoustic show, but we ended up playing it pretty much like any other gig. Good sounds and a good crowd.

Saturday, we traveled to Seattle, but not until after noon, so I had one more chance to wander around.

The Neptune is an old theatre next to the University of Washington campus. It's a little old and funky, but I like it. Lots of good food options around the corner, too.

The sound is a little boomy, but the vibe was cool. Our crowd was more than double our last time in Seattle, and they were in the mood to party--the bars closed an hour into the show because people were getting too wild!

Sunday was spent sitting on a plane. 5 hours.

I watched a documentary on David Crosby by Cameron Crowe. I can't decide whether he's a giant asshole, perfectly honest, or both. One thing I do know is that the knit cab he's wearing probably smells pretty bad at this point.

Home again for a minute.

New Stuff

In the midst of all the travel, I forgot to mention that Yacht Rock released an album of new material on Friday, plus a silly video for one of the songs! Check it out.

Colorado

Yacht Rock spent last weekend in Colorado, playing a couple of high altitude shows. I love this place. Colorado might just be the best state in the country.

But first...Thursday night, I played with the Atlanta Latin Jazz Orchestra at Venkman's. Not my best playing! I came up short in preparation, and it bit me in the butt. Several of those charts are much too difficult to sightread (or play after working through them the night before, as I attempted). Add to that a pretty lame solo, and, yeah...I was kind of disappointed in myself.

Friday: We came in to Denver through what was probably thirty minutes of consecutive turbulence. Monkeyboy almost broke the armrests off his seat. I slept through most of it (though I had a dream that I was flying, but I was in a closet inside the plane, and the only other guy in the closet was eating potato chips and trying not to throw up).

Anyway, the Colorado sky. Beautiful.

Our show was at the Mission Ballroom, a relatively new place and a venue we've never seen before. Quite big and well laid out. We like it!

After soundcheck, I jumped in a Lyft to make the short (2.5 mile) ride to my favorite Indian food restaurant. The quickest way to get there, unfortunately, was on the interstate, and by the time I'd gotten there, eaten, and gotten a ride back, I'd probably wasted $20. Should've just ordered it delivered!

I made it back to the venue with plenty of time to warm up and change clothes, and also injured my big toe while throwing a tampon a Monkeyboy. It was as stupid as it sounds. I immediately had to put on the shoes that I would wear on stage and go play, and I wondered if my toe would swell up so much that I wouldn't be able to take them off later. For the first four or five songs of the night, it really hurt, and then the Advil kicked in.

Anyway, it was an epic night. 3,300 people in attendance. Lots of fun.

The next day, I went back to the same Indian restaurant, had the same waiter, and sat at the same table, and the food was just as good.

By the way, my toe wasn't too bad. The tip is bruised (maybe?), but I was able to run, the nail did not turn black, and I can grip with it.

After lunch, we headed off to our gig in Breckenridge, where they apparently had more snow.

Here's some news: altitude matters for wind players. Holy hell! My reeds felt kind of stiff, but not awful, in Denver (5,280 feet). Breckenridge's altitude (9,600 feet) was tough! It felt like I had popsicle sticks on my mouthpieces instead of reeds, and the solo I played at soundcheck felt like my sinuses were going to explode from the back pressure. I actually looked inside my tenor to see if there was something stuck inside.

I warmed up a ton and felt better by the time we started the gig, but geez. Maybe I should pack some softer reeds next time we come through here.

Other than that, nice room! The place holds 750 people; I'd guess there were 400 people?

The hotel sells oxygen bottles. How crazy is that?

We woke up Sunday morning to six inches of fresh powder. Wow! It made for a tricky journey back down the mountain to the Denver airport. Hard to believe that I was snorkeling in the Bahamas six days ago.

Mostly at Sea

I'm late with the blog, so this one will be quick!

Thursday: I played a gig in Columbus, GA with friends (Rob Opitz, Marla Feeney, Wes Funderburk, Tyrone Jackson, Billy Thornton, and John David) at a meeting of Georgia Science Teachers. It was supposed to be a Mardi Gras theme with possibly 1,000 people in attendance, but it ended up being about 100 people drinking and sitting across the room from us. Very little to suggest Mardi Gras.

For our part, Rob had a couple of books of Dixieland arrangements that were really fun to read, so we played these and a few funky/second line jazz tunes for two hours. Not a bad way to spend an evening!

Friday: Yacht Rock flew to south Florida to join up on the Sail Across the Sun cruise, traveling from Miami to the Bahamas. We had three shows over four days. The rest of the time was spent watching the other bands, sleeping, eating, or running on the treadmill.

Night one looked like this on the pool deck.

Not bad, though I've noticed that the pool deck tends to be a bit lackadaisical about gear. For instance, I got a cheap Guitar Center keyboard stand, no table for my computer, and only one sustain pedal (the two theater shows had a better keyboard stand, the percussion table that I requested, and two sustain pedals for the two keyboards). Not sure who's to blame, but it's definitely not as good as it used to be five or six years ago. I wonder if the backline company just doesn't want their decent stuff to sit outside.

Saturday, was a sea day (no port), and we were in the theater. Another good crowd, though I had a pretty terrible performance and wanted to jump overboard. At least the pictures look cool.

Sunday was a day off in Nassau, Bahamas. The band had a photo shoot and then we walked around town a little bit, but there isn't a whole lot to do here. Mostly t shirt shops and duty-free places that sell questionable diamonds and expensive watches.

The best thing about Nassau (once you've seen it), is that everybody else gets off the ship. Stay aboard and enjoy some quiet time without them!

Monday was spent mostly at Norwegian Cruise Line's private island, Great Stirrup Cay. They have food and activities, and it's a nice way to spend a day. We tried stand up paddle boarding, snorkeling, sleeping in a lounge chair, and eating all the fruit at the buffet. Interesting that their watermelon source doesn't provide seedless melons like pretty much everywhere in the US.

Our last show of the cruise was really late (11:45 PM-1 AM). Not my favorite time slot. Pack your suitcase before you go to soundcheck!

For the most part, I rebounded from my shitty performance and played pretty well, though it once again took me about twenty minutes to settle into the pace of the evening.