A Wild Friday

Yacht Rock set sail from Andrews Upstairs last night.  We did well.  A good cruise.  A few highlights...

I used my new reeds (the ones I'd frantically worked on yesterday) on both alto and tenor.  Both worked well.  Actually, I may have softened the tenor too much, because I choked off the high note in the riff for Who Can it Be Now.  Oops.  Got a little excited.  What can I say--I was going for it.

I'd like to hear what I played on the solo for Little Jeannie.  Jim Horn played the original, but he basically just plays the melody.  Sometimes I do that, but last night I augmented it a little more, and it felt good.  Hopefully it stands up on the recording!

In May, my EWI ran out of batteries in the middle of the gig.  This month, I made it almost to the end.  They're lasting almost exactly a month.  I've got to be sure to switch them out before the next gig, so my rig doesn't die in the middle of the Rosanna solo or something like that.

It was packed.  Insanely packed.  I have a feeling this is what Ruperts went through about twenty years ago. 

There was a chick fight right in front of us, but I missed it because I had my eyes closed during a solo.  When I finished, guys were pulling them apart and one had a cut on the bridge of her nose.  How crazy is that?

No encore last night.  Maybe we've peaked?

The first load of gear to go out the door witnessed two guys being held in handcuffs for the cops.  One tried to steal a bottle of vodka from the bar, and the second guy punched the bartender in pursuit of the bottle.

After I loaded out, a bouncer body slammed a guy right at the front door and held him to the ground be the throat.  Excessive force?  Jaco Pastorius, anyone?  Brandon (one of our keyboardists) was sort of confused about what to do, as they were almost up against the side of his car.

Whatever that street is...the cross street with East Andrews...is always clogged with cabs and cars, but last night was really bad.  I sat for four of five minutes in dead gridlock (at 2:30 in the morning!), watching in my rearview mirror with strange detachment as a county hoss and a frat boy tried to kill each other on the sidewalk.  Another fight!  Lots of wrestling involved in this one, but not many punches landed.  

I'm off to Calloway Gardens tonight for a wedding reception.   Hopefully there will no fighting!

Reed Crisis!

I spent the bulk of yesterday dealing with a reed crisis.  By Wednesday night I'd lost faith in my alto set up, and I was worried that maybe mouthpiece had a flaw which made it incompatible with 90 percent of my reeds.  The one good reed would feel AWESOME, but the other nine reeds in the box would be really terrible.  So yesterday I went to work sanding, carving, and praying to the reed gods and we got it sorted out.  What a relief!  I don't want to drop a ton of money on another mouthpiece to replace it (especially if it was just a bad box of reeds).

Yacht Rock last night was unaffected by the weather.  On the way to the gig, I had to stop at a gas station and move all my stuff out of the back of my truck and into the cab due to a furious downpour.  For sure I thought we'd be playing to an empty room last night.  I guess it cleared off, though, because we had a good night, crowd-wise.  My only complaint would be the guy that stood front and center and whistled super-loud to show his approval.  I'm glad he enjoyed it, but every time I came out for a solo, and pretty much had to wait until he ran out of air before I could begin.  Not very smooth, dude.

On the end of Takin' it to the Streets,  I got into a cool thing where I was swinging back and forth between a high A (on tenor), and a flat A, sort of a Stevie Ray Vaughan thing (in my head). 

Tonight we're at Andrews Upstairs.  The weather's nice, so I'm hoping for a great crowd and great show.  We're bringing Regulate in over I Keep Forgettin'.  That crowd is gonna fall out when they hear it.  I guarantee.

Rickie Lee Jones (and some Gadd)

The usual Monday stuff...laundry, vacuuming.

I got a CD in the mail that I haven't heard in a while--the self-titled album Rickie Lee Jones from around 1979.  You probably know it by the first track-Chuck E.'s in Love.  Interesting how much this stuff I hear in the female singer/songwriters of Decatur, not to mention someone like Norah Jones.  I love it, though.  Some of my favorite late 70s stuff, including some great horn stuff by Tom Scott, Ernie Watts, and Chuck Findley.  Anything where the saxes are playing in unison really gets me excited (Steely Dan does this alot, and I thank them for every note of it).  Love that sound.  Steve Gadd is also on this one (ahh that fill in the middle of Chuck E.'s!!!!!!!), and I'm in love with everything from the 70s that has him on it, so this one does me good.  (Here's a great Steve Gadd clip from YouTube from some clinic--he seems pissed about having to demonstrate something yet again, so he starts off like he wants to die, but about 2 and half minutes into it, he's lost in it and going nuts!)

Rickie Lee Jones has some cool things in her blog.  I can relate to the idea of bringing the music to life at the gig, and how sometimes you want to share it with the audience, and sometimes it's more of your own thing.  I think it's safe to say that most non musicians think that you show up to the gig and the magic happens, when in fact some nights you just can't get it there.  The notes are right and nobody's messing up, but it just isn't happening.  I bet on half my gigs I drive there worried about it not happening...what if I can't summon the spirit?  What if I try as hard a as I can, but the notes just don't connect?  I dread those rides.  It's a kind of fear of failure, but not failure like I'll play wrong notes;  more like the failure that I'll play the right notes, but it still won't be right.  What do you do then?

It's Saturday Night!!!!

So it was.  After a nice day at the pool (and tuning up my lawnmower and leaf blower), I headed out to a pretty reasonable Platinum gig.  The crowd came to party.  About the only thing I could say bad about it was that the sound in the room is pretty terrible due to the acoustics.  Looks nice, sounds bad.  A night for ear plugs.

I played alto tonight for something different.  Mainly it was because we opened with a David Sanborn tune (Chicago Song).  Maybe it's because I almost always play tenor on that gig, but alto sounded weird on some tunes like Respect.  It wasn't as difficult to shift gears to a fifth away like I thought it would be.  

Stars and Stripes

Yesterday was pretty rough, evidently.  I worked in the yard yesterday (along with the usual phone calls and emails and a random saxophone lesson) for a good chunk of the day.  After that I edited and uploaded a piccolo sample to my website (go to davidfreemanmusic.net and check the "instruments" page--click on "piccolo", or just click here).  A funny thing about recording...I recorded four passes of piccolo, and the first one was the best one!  First one was pretty good;  second one was a little worse, third one was a little worse;  fourth one, I really tried to nail it because I had a student walking in the door--technically it was good, but my face was starting to tire.  The first take ended up being the keeper.

I read stories to Jack and put him to bed around 8:30.  Thinking I would watch to see if he got up and wandered around, I laid down for a couple of minutes...and woke up at 7 this morning!

Bari Sax

I added some baritone saxophone samples to my website (davidfreemanmusic.net).  They're not meant to be anything mind boggling, just some quick stuff I recorded in between lessons yesterday.

The funkier one is four tracks of bari sax.  I laid down the bass line first (Chameleon?), and then I got the jones to stack some more stuff on top of it.  Just me screwing around.

The classical thing is the high school All-State etudes.  I downloaded them, played through them, and recorded them.  Perhaps they could use more polish, but I really doubt anybody will be hunting me down for a classical bari sax gig anyway!

That's Doc Kupka from Tower of Power in the picture.  Bad dude.

RAM

My Powerbook started acting funny last Thursday night at Yacht Rock.  I figured it was just the heat on stage was making it hang up in weird ways.  Friday night, I played a gig in a cold room, with my Mac right near an air conditioning vent.  Same problem!  That got me thinking that maybe I'd added stuff along the way, and I needed to bump up my RAM.  

I checked my RAM in the "About this Mac" menu, and it said I only had 512, but I remember buying an extra GB when I purchased the computer.  So...I figured out by swapping the 512 and the GB sticks in and out that my GB had gone bad.  Bummer.  Luckily, I had purchased it from Small Dog Electronics, and the RAM had a 10 year warranty.  I'm swapping that one out!

I was hoping to buy some RAM locally so I could be sure everything worked before Thursday, so I called Onyx Consulting yesterday morning and asked about purchasing the RAM.  Yes, they had it.  Great, I'm on the way.  I drove all the way to Spaghetti Junction, walked in, and the guy refused to sell it to me because he wanted to install it in my computer.  I was not pleased--wouldn't that be pertinent information to convey over the phone before I drove across town?

On the way home, I called Small Dog again and had them overnight me a GB of RAM.  It was here before 9 AM.  The other GB (that I am swapping for my bad RAM) should be here by Friday.  Then my Powerbook will be all full.  Sweet.

So...I'm still pretty pissed about it.  I ask that you avoid Onyx Consulting for Mac stuff.  Deal with Small Dog Electronics instead.  They are awesome!

In an unrelated note:  the blog that mentions the sunglasses got me free shipping on said sunglasses.  That is why.

Sunglasses

I ordered bought some sunglasses from these guys: http://wildfree.com

Hope they get here soon!

In music news, I just found a really slick Brecker diminished lick on a bootleg.  One I'd never heard before!  Ahh, sweet bliss!

Memorial Day

My friend Nick married Elliott yesterday. Congratulations!
I played flute for the wedding ceremony in a sextet of trumpet, violin, flute, acoustic guitar, harpsichord (keyboard), and vibraphone. Nick wrote arrangements of several Y.O.U. songs, a Beatles song, a few classical things, and a Monty Python tune. It was some pretty intricate stuff, but we made it through ok.  The performance fried my brain.  
I was also invited to play on a few songs at the reception. We did a few Yacht Rock songs, as well as some Y.O.U. stuff. That went pretty well, considering the swapping of instruments and singers from song to song.

More than anything, it was a nice chance to hang out with my friends (away from a gig for a change) and show off my wife.  Surrounded by a bunch of other musicians, I felt almost normal!

Highlands, NC is a beautiful little town in the mountains. Beth and I had a wonderful time.  I am tempted show a picture of Beth after sampling the wine, or a picture of me feeding Mark Dannells wedding cake, but you will have to imagine it.  Or you can email me and I'll show you.

Wedding Weekend

Last night (Friday), I played a wedding.  Sunday night I am attending a wedding.  Due to my attendance, I am unable to play someone else's wedding.  However, I have no gig tonight (Saturday)!  Everybody's getting married on off nights to save money!  Weird, weird, weird!

Steve Cunningham filled in for our regular guitarist, Dave MacDougal.  I've probably known Steve around twelve years--we used to teach at the same music store.  The last gig we played together was probably one of mine at Sambuca about nine or ten years ago.  He's even better than I remember.  If you get a chance, you should check him out!  Wow!

Yacht Rock article

Here's an article from the AJC about Yacht Rock. My mom says we're famous.

Last night's Yacht Rock gig was pretty smooth. There were no flame-outs or catastrophes. A couple of old friends from college came by to check us out. Other than that, it was business as usual. My laptop started acting funny at the end of the night. I think it was the heat...the thermostat on the wall behind me never got below 79 degrees. Too hot for polyester!