8 Traxx

Friday night Yacht Rock played our monthly gig at the room formerly known as Andrews Upstairs, but now called 8 Traxx Disco.  In addition to changing the name, they also asked that we start an hour earlier than usual so that the DJ might commence spinning after midnight (and presumably "take it to the next level"?)

We were supposed to begin at 9:30, but there was no one there, so we waited until 9:45.  At that time, there were still very few people there (the main level of the room was completely empty).  People finally started trickling in somewhere around 10:30 (our usual start time!).  Nice move.  We played until 12:15 or so before giving way to the DJ.  The club had requested that we clear the stage in fifteen minutes so that the DJ might set up and get going, but fifteen is impossible for me--thirty minutes is possible if I'm flying, and forty-five minutes is my average.  When we started tearing down, our crowd dispersed, and by the time we were clear of the stage, the room was empty.  I'm not sure if the club had really thought this one through--not only did they mess up our gig by starting early, but trying to mash a set with the DJ on the end of the night killed her gig too!

Playing-wise, things were good.  We continued on the previous night's good playing--perhaps were even better since the great Mark Cobb was playing with us last night.  I had a couple of minor oops moments (Bb in the bass instead of C for the last chord of How Long and a really sad glissando in Steal Away that made Bencuya laugh).  Other than that, things were pretty good.  Saxophone-wise, I'm still overblowing a bit, and I had no good ideas for the second solo of Takin' it to the Streets, but I could hear myself pretty well and my reeds felt pretty good.

One funny thing:  I was putting everything I had into Baker Street, and I was leaning way back, and the girl in the front row happened to lean way forward and she nearly headbutted me in the...groin!  Seriously, the combination of me bending my knees and leaning back and her (I presume) rocking it out caused her forehead to hit me high on the left thigh.  I kept playing, but it was a weird moment!

My denim suit looked fantastic, but was very hot.

Some idiot had spilled fog juice all over the carpet right where I was set up--it was like playing in an oil slick.  I'm sure all my gear has that stuff all over it, which now means the inside of my truck now has that stuff all over it.  Buy a funnel!

Kip Conner ran sound for us.  Even though he was there (with Zack, his assistant) all day fixing stuff and making everything way better, several people in the band still complained about the job he did.  I think that for some of these guys, it's just their way of discussing the sound post-gig--bitch about what the guy SHOULD have been doing.  I think Kip did a great job, and I'm way happier that he was there instead of that diabetic ogre we used to see.

What a night!  The crowd, in the end, was pretty solid, so we made our money and got out early.  Greg Lee and Bencuya and Co. helped load my gear out.  Thanks for that!

I'm playing with the Schooner tonight, and then my first church gig STARTS at 6:30 AM Sunday morning.  Somebody sleep for me!
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The Yacht Rock Weekend Begins!

Thursday night was a really good night of Yacht Rock at the 10 High.  It was much more crowded than it has been, and the band played really well.  All my equipment even worked!  Weird, huh?
Pete said that Dannells' and my dancing was a "swirling hurricane of physical friendship."

More tonight...we are at whatever used to be Andrews Upstairs (now 8 Track Disco?), beginning at 9:30.
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Please Pleaserock Me

Last night was Please Pleaserock Me at Smith's Olde Bar.  It went very well.  Most of my charts are almost right.
Back to Yacht Rock for the rest of the weekend, and then Easter church gigs.  Stay tuned!
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Baritone Saxophone

Here's a computer video of me screwing around with my bari sax.  I was demonstrating for a friend that I'd fixed a leak with made the low end unplayable.  Nothing great, musically speaking.  That's the beauty of the baritone saxophone!

You might want to turn down your speakers before the video starts.

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new Cobb!

Mark and Katy Cobb had a baby boy this morning!  Gadson Cobb is alive and well!  Congratulations!

Sunday in the Rain

Sunday night was a strange one.

I went to Buckhead and played my usual church gig.  No problems there, though a big pine tree had blocked one of the streets so I had to navigate around it.

The second gig was a Yacht Rock gig at Park Tavern for the Pamoja Penda Music and Art Festival.  Due to some crappy weather that blew threw Atlanta a few hours before (probably knocked down the pine tree), the crowd had dwindled from a few thousand to fewer than one hundred by the time we had arrived. A bummer, no doubt, but it did make the load in easier!

All of my equipment worked for a change.  I was sort of anticipating some sort of disaster (because that's the norm these days), but everything was fine.  The only thing I can think of is that I had to change batteries on a wireless pack in between songs.

This week should be pretty good.  We have another Beatles tribute gig at Smith's Olde Bar on Wednesday night, Yacht Rock Thursday and Friday, and the Yacht Rock Schooner (where I will attempt to not go flat) on Saturday.  It's manageable.

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Schooner Saturday

Tonight was a super easy gig with the Yacht Rock Schooner at the Wild Wing Cafe in Alpharetta.  No keyboards, no EWI...just saxes and flute.  All my stuff was in the first set, too, so I was home before they finished the gig (and I texted them to let them know).

I felt pretty good, playing-wise.  I recorded most of the first set (I missed the first couple of songs because I forgot to turn the thing on), and I'm kind of flat (speaking in terms of pitch), but the effort is good.  I didn't get much in the monitor because we (Mark Bencuya and Kevin Spencer) were sharing the wedge, and that's usually when I start to overblow and go flat.

You'd think with no keyboards and no EWI I'd be safe from technology's evil plans (or my stupidity), but I did have one small problem.  I left the transmitter on my tenor on while I was playing alto on I Can't Go for That, and a couple of times the tenor cancelled out the signal and I got no sound in the microphone (you can hear it in the solo--when there's no chorus effect it's because you're hearing acoustic sound only).  Way to go, Freeman!

Ganesh Giri Jaya played drums tonight.  I think it's the best set I've ever heard him play.  He nailed everything.
Bencuya played some awesome organ stuff on Biggest Part of Me.  He did this perfect palm slide that made my knees buckle.

Check out the HORRIBLE wrong note I sat on at the end of the bridge/beginning of the last verse of Summer Breeze!  More evidence that I could not hear what I was playing.  Ouch.


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