Kevin Smith's finest hour (and a half)

I played a short trio gig at the Loews Hotel in midtown this evening.  The group consisted of myself, Tyrone Jackson on keyboard, and Kevin Smith on bass.  I can't remember off the top of my head who the client was--I suppose it doesn't really matter.

We had a wonderful time, and though we all played well, I think Kevin has probably never played better on one of my gigs.  He was super groovy, had a great sound, and played logical solos.  Tyrone had an exceptionally good night too--we've played together for so long that he knows exactly the right thing to play.  He never fails to amaze me.  This was one of those gigs where I loved every second.  My dream would be for this to happen every time I played a gig.

The first twenty minutes of the gig were played to an empty room--I guess the guests were still in meetings.    Good for us!  We could hear each other, and the result was a really relaxed performance.

After our set of an hour and a half, we ate off the buffet, which ended with some crazy chocolate dessert.

The parking was free--did I mention that?  What a gig!  Not bad for a Monday.

Here's the audio:



Here are some photos:

my new suit!

the room

my friends Tyrone and Kevin

Jeff

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Weddings

Last night (Friday), I did a wedding with Yacht Rock at King Plow.  I arrived determined to avenge myself for Thursday night's fiasco, and I must say that things were much better.  Neither song got me, though Stayin' Alive is still very confusing at the end.  I knew where I was (I was reading my chart), but I could have easily been pulled off course.  You Should be Dancing was fine--back to normal for that one.
I got in a couple of good sax solos last night.  Both horns felt good and I was directly in front of my monitor, so I was really comfortable.  We began the gig with Reminiscing, and right before we went on Bencuya dared me to quote Hava Nagila in my solo, which I did-twice! but he never acknowledged it.
After the gig Greg Lee gave me some unnecessary B.S. comments--something to the effect of me being exceptionally slow at packing up.  Hopefully Greg can figure out a way to scale down my setup so I can finish sooner.  Another option would be for him to shut the hell up.

Today I played a wedding with Yacht Rock Schooner at the Botanical Gardens.  An early gig!  Wonderful!  A couple of us played the wedding ceremony (flute, guitar, piano), wilting (dressed in all black!) in direct sunlight.  From there, I moved on to the cocktail hour where I played saxophone in a quartet (sax, piano, bass, and drums).  Both of these were fairly easy.  We then had a scheduled hour long break for lunch, which was bizarre--usually people have the "we're paying you too much money for you to ever take a break!" mentality.  Affairs to Remember has new vendor meals, and though it was still the cold chicken breast, fruit, and a brownie, it was not bad.  They had some beans with jalapenos which were really good.  Also, the entire container is biodegradable.  Much better than the all plastic containers they used to use.

I think we ended up playing about an hour and a half of Yacht Rock in the Day Room (which looks remarkably like a high school cafeteria).  After that, it was a race--who could get out that fastest!  I was home by 5.
That room is really horrible--hard surfaces everywhere.  When we soundchecked, the guy running sound decided to only put vocals in the PA.  Once we started playing, however, it was apparent that I would never be able to hear myself (or be heard) over the crowd and the band, so he put a microphone in front of me and ran it through the monitor (just a little bit--I really never got enough).  It helped, but I get the feeling that only the few people directly in front of me heard any saxophone.  I don't remember the sound man ever walking out in the room once the crowd arrived, so once the noise and the body count went up, things changed drastically.  To confound my fears, I went across the room during a song in which I did not play, and could only hear vocals, drums, and bass.
Once again, I wish that I'd brought some sort of speaker as a monitor.  Every time that happens, I curse myself because I can't hear.  I need something to bounce my sound back towards myself.  Otherwise, I end up overblowing and playing poorly.  I guess when I eventually get around to it, Greg Lee will give me crap about bringing that, too.
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(Not) Staying Alive

Last night at the 10 High was Yacht Rock at full strength.  For the past few months, I think at least one person in the band has been out on any given Thursday.  We're back!

We were sailing along quite well until the end of the first set, when two Bee Gees songs leapt up and bit me in the butt.  The first was Stayin' Alive, which appears to be a simple song--I don't think it's much more than F minor, Bb7, and Eb.  The form is really weird, though, particularly later on in the song.  There's a tag after the second chorus, and then after the third chorus it does a similar (but different) series of tags, every other one being longer.  To further complicate my problems, I'm playing the brass part on EWI and the string part on keyboard, and during those tags it jumps back and forth.
All of this is a bullshit excuse, anyway.  I failed miserably regardless of the reason.

Immediately following my own little disco Hindenburg, we went into You Should Be Dancing, which should have been fine because we've played that one a good bit, but the voice in my head was still flipping out about Stayin' Alive, and I couldn't get my head into the next song.  All I wanted to do was get off the stage.

I was pretty furious through the break and most of the next set.  In two songs, the gig went from something I was excited about to something from which I wanted to run away.

After the gig, Pete came by to ask about all the things I messed up, including a couple of gacked notes (the high F# in Who Can it be Now? being the usual suspect;  if I had a setlist in front of me, I could tell you every mistake that I made).  That was a fun conversation.  It certainly does wonders for my confidence.

Today I'm trying to get Stayin' Alive in my head.  I think I've got it (but do I really have it?  if somebody else flinches, will I follow them?  this remains to be seen).  Dealing with this means that I'm not practicing ceremony music for tomorrow's wedding ceremony.  Not good.  I need a week to reload.

We're playing a wedding reception tonight.  I've got to get my head together quickly.
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Don't Stop Believin'

I'm back from Las Vegas.

The first night we were there, we stayed up really late drinking.  Somewhere around 3 AM local time (6 AM to me), I was convinced to go get my horn and crash the dueling pianos bar in our hotel (New York, New York).  Here's video:

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The Night Belongs to Andrew Gold

Dear Andrew Gold,

Today I played two gigs.  The first was a Please Pleaserock Me/Yacht Rock Revue at the Dunwoody Beer Festival.  Just like last year, we had to deal with some on again/off again rain, but the crowd dug our stuff and we dug the crowd.  It was super hot and muggy.  I did my best to stay hydrated.  About the only problem I can think of is that I couldn't see if some of the lights were lit up on the side of the EWI.  Outdoor gigs are like that.
Here's the pile of gear I took with me:

After that, I boogied up to Suwanee to play with the Yacht Rock Schooner at the Wild Wing Cafe.  It was there that I performed your hit song Lonely Boy (I played the piano part) to the best of my ability, and if I do say so myself, I nailed it.  I am sure you would have dug my playing on that tune--Bencuya, G Lee, and Kevin Spencer noted my skills.
The performance was one of my greatest musical accomplishments;  I felt like I should have taken a victory lap around the bar draped in an American flag.
From there on, it was normal Yacht Rock stuff, but excruciatingly loud.  It sounded like this picture of me looks:

You get the idea.
Anyway, thanks for the tune.  I hope to play it again soon (before I forget it).

Dave
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Thursday

Thursday was a big gig day.  Here's all my gear that I needed to get through the day (minus clothes):

Gig #1:  I played saxophone at the Omni hotel downtown for people getting off buses.  Here's the drill:  bus pulls up, I play saxophone, they walk into the Omni, I stop.  Repeat as necessary!

Gig #2:  I played a House Live gig with Jeff and Steven.  This gig was a tough one--we (Steven and I) need to "fit" into the tracks that Jeff is playing.  Unfortunately on this gig, the client asked us to keep the volume super low.  I couldn't really hear much of the track (neither could Steven), so I it was more or less the two of us playing for each other and trying to make sure we were in time with the track.

Gig #3:  Yacht Rock!  Yeah...awesome!  The crowd was terrific, and the band played like we were actually pretty into it.  Kudos to Mark Dannells, who really ripped it up last night.  He said that he's finally getting back on some sort of regular practice schedule, and it sure sounds like it.  He was on fire!

Also noteworthy at this gig was the fact that the beer tub girl reported a male and female having sex next to her.  This would be approximately ten yards directly in front of me.  Yacht Rock will do that to you!

Tomorrow night, I get to play Andrew Gold's Lonely Boy.  Faithful readers will recall how much I dig this song.  I get to play the piano part.  How awesome is that?!  I've got to get it right, though, which means I've got some practicing to do.  Gotta hold up my end...
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Trio mp3s

Last night I played a quartet gig with Tyrone Jackson (keyboards), Joseph Patrick Moore (fretless bass), and Marlon Patton (drums).  An awesome musical experience and a very easy gig!  I couldn't have asked for more from those guys.  Unfortunately, my recording device ran out of batteries about four minutes into the gig, so there is no record of how terrific the band was, save for about three minutes of the first song.

The only damper on the gig was that someone walked through the parking garage breaking into cars last night, including Joe's jeep.  They grabbed a bag containing charts he needed for upcoming gigs with Earl Klugh and Bob James (AGH!!!!), but the security guys found his bag in another part of the garage.  Evidently charts are of no value to burglars.  

I finally cut up the audio from last Wednesday's trio with Louis Heriveaux (keyboard) and Kevin Smith (bass).  The mp3s sound like this:

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