Last night I played the Wild Wing Cafe in Suwanee with the Yacht Rock Schooner (the B band to the Yacht Rock Revue).
It's a strange feeling getting dressed for a Yacht Rock gig at home. I have become "that guy" when I put on those clothes; it's weird to put on my clothes and walk through through the house.
I pulled up to the Wild Wing across town--in a shopping center with a Wal Mart and a Dollar Tree, and I couldn't help but think that I was going to kick everybody's ass--in the band, in the audience, in Suwanee. The environment definitely challenged me. I was playing with a big chip on my shoulder.
The band played pretty well. Some things, Peg, for instance, really grooved. I think they're still trying to find bedrock on some of the other tunes. I can't remember what it felt like when we started out, so I can't say that we didn't have the same struggles. We've reached a point, musically, where we have our identity, and I don't think they have that yet. It feels like eight guys trying to come together. It's not a band yet.
Tonight's my regular church gig. No biggie. I need to get ready for next week's stuff (which starts TOMORROW!!!). I have a trio gig Monday night with Tyrone Jackson, and I need to be good on that one. Tuesday morning Yacht Rock leaves for a gig in Mexico, so I need to feel good about my playing for that too.
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Karate Cobb
Mark Cobb!
Mark Cobb!
Mark Cobb!
Cobb was pretty on fire last night, especially in the first set. At one point, he took some crazy fill, and kept flipping it over and playing a different way every eight measures. So cool...I loved it (every version of it). That stuff really makes the gig for me.
My first set went pretty well. I actually got off a good solo on Takin' it to the Streets. I never ran out of ideas. Bencuya recorded last night (mostly for the banter, but maybe there will be something musically good, too). The second set he will hopefully erase! I kind of tripped and kept falling for a couple of songs. In particular, I totally bit it on All Night Long (I have not mentioned today that I hate that song, so...I hate that song!). I was pretty terrible.
Last night was judged by Wheat Williams. Wheat is an amateur musician who knows a lot about the music we are playing, and most conversations with him are either inquisitions or trivia contests. He and I spoke before the gig began, and he let it be known that really thinks we need to add a second keyboardist (that keyboardist being his old friend Eric Frampton). His take on my situation was that I was probably fine as a player, but Eric Frampton is WORLD CLASS!!! (he reminded me that Frampton had toured with Yani! What's the matter Wheat? What about the B-52s? Did you forget about them?). I agree--Frampton's ten times the keyboardist that I am. Congratulations. If you think you can take this gig from me, come and get it.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Enthusiasm Tempered with Indifference
I played a last minute trio gig tonight at the Westin Buckhead with David Ellington (piano), and Kevin Smith (bass). It was some sort of awards dinner thing (my specialty!). I don't have much to say about it other than the crowd ignored us and we ignored them. They were really loud, and I couldn't always hear very well what we were doing.
We tried several of my tunes...some were more successful than others!
We tried several of my tunes...some were more successful than others!
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Worthless Blog Entry
I ended up with nothing for this past Friday or Saturday night. It was good and it was bad, as my self worth is closely tied to my gigs.
Sunday night I did my usual church gig. After watching the football game, I got started on a new pleaserock.com project focusing on The Beatles, titled Please PleaseRock Me. Several songs have horns (either in the original, an excellent cover version, or because we want them to fill up the sound), so I'm pumping out horn arrangements.
This week just got a little busier. I just picked up a last minute gig for tomorrow night, so I cancelled students and a rehearsal. Thursday is Yacht Rock at the 10 High. Friday is Yacht Rock in Nashville. Saturday is Yacht Rock back in Atlanta.
www.davidfreemanmusic.com
Sunday night I did my usual church gig. After watching the football game, I got started on a new pleaserock.com project focusing on The Beatles, titled Please PleaseRock Me. Several songs have horns (either in the original, an excellent cover version, or because we want them to fill up the sound), so I'm pumping out horn arrangements.
This week just got a little busier. I just picked up a last minute gig for tomorrow night, so I cancelled students and a rehearsal. Thursday is Yacht Rock at the 10 High. Friday is Yacht Rock in Nashville. Saturday is Yacht Rock back in Atlanta.
www.davidfreemanmusic.com
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Not Much to Say
Hey wow, it's been almost a week since I last blogged.
Not much happening this week, musically speaking. Monday and Tuesday was the usual teaching muck. I tried really hard to be good and not spew sarcasm. Some lessons were more successful than others in that regard! I did teach a handful of students who actually pay attention to what I say, but the majority are not practicing enough and not taking my suggestions.
Wednesday I taught from home, which was a little better, but it's still teaching.
Thursday night was Yacht Rock at the 10 High. A pretty good show overall. We had "Good Luck Ganesh" holding down the drums while Mark Cobb is enjoying the weather in southern California. The on stage sound was a little different from usual--Ganesh doesn't play with the same volume, and that altered the balance. It's still good, just different. Anyway, I couldn't hear Bencuya very well (compared to other weeks), so that was disappointing. Dannells was not quite on target--we had fun, but he didn't have much to say.
For myself, I played pretty well. I had one nasty wrong chord in Jive Talkin' in the verse. It was of my standard ways of screwing up: my hands are in mid-flight on the way to a F chord, and the voice in my head goes "B flat!", and my hands jab a B flat out instead, and I'm wrong. Again. Like an idiot. Who is that guy who keeps telling me the wrong stuff? Same thing happened on the boat on Reminiscing. We finally got set up, and I was not happy with the stage situation and just wanted to play well so that I could bury the feeling that I was dragging the band down. Right when we got to the first thing for me to play, right as the air is making its way from my lungs to the mouthpiece, right as I am about to play my part which is CLEARLY in B Major, the voice in my head says, "It's in C", and I played several notes a half step away from reality. I was so mad I could've thrown my horn across the room.
A Half Step Away from Reality could be the name of my biography.
What else...I played the solos to FM, Caribbean Queen, and the riff for Who Can it Be Now? for about an hour Thursday afternoon, and none of them was perfect on the gig. FM was better than it has been, but I always flail at it a little. Caribbean Queen was good up until I missed the high Bb towards the end. One of those situations where I got a little too excited and didn't aim the air correctly. Same thing with Who Can it Be Now?, which usually shows up in the last few songs of the night when my reed is drying out and the alcohol is fully functioning.
The keyboard playing went really well. Other than my Jive Talkin' schizo moment, I was pretty on target. Strangely, I did nothing to prepare--no frantic practicing this week. The set list didn't come out until the last minute and I was forced to wing it. That usually results in some anxious moments, but all my stuff was there, and even, and I was makin' the changes, I mean I was actually kind of loose on Peg and Kiss You All Over (and thank god there's no recording because what I played probably only sounded good to me!).
The crowd didn't seem any different from the previous week, but we ended up with a good bit more money at the end of the night. It could've been Ganesh, but it might have been turnover. The new time still seems to mystify our audience--people are turning up at 10 thinking they have time to get situated, but we're already halfway through the set.
Last night's set and the week before really make me feel like I did a crappy job playing on the boat, not only from a musical standpoint, but also for the show. I know we're on our home turf and it's easy and comfortable, but the contrast between what I didn't do out there and what I do here is kind of depressing. I wonder why? Equipment? The vibe? Sleep deprivation? Whatever. I can do better. I would suspect that's why a couple of my songs got cut at the end of the last night at sea.
I'm off again tomorrow night, and hopefully I'll actually get something done. Next week is another stack of Yacht Rock--the usual Thursday, then Friday in Nashville (Mercy Lounge), and Saturday back in Atlanta playing with the Schooner (Yacht Rock B band).
www.davidfreemanmusic.net
Not much happening this week, musically speaking. Monday and Tuesday was the usual teaching muck. I tried really hard to be good and not spew sarcasm. Some lessons were more successful than others in that regard! I did teach a handful of students who actually pay attention to what I say, but the majority are not practicing enough and not taking my suggestions.
Wednesday I taught from home, which was a little better, but it's still teaching.
Thursday night was Yacht Rock at the 10 High. A pretty good show overall. We had "Good Luck Ganesh" holding down the drums while Mark Cobb is enjoying the weather in southern California. The on stage sound was a little different from usual--Ganesh doesn't play with the same volume, and that altered the balance. It's still good, just different. Anyway, I couldn't hear Bencuya very well (compared to other weeks), so that was disappointing. Dannells was not quite on target--we had fun, but he didn't have much to say.
For myself, I played pretty well. I had one nasty wrong chord in Jive Talkin' in the verse. It was of my standard ways of screwing up: my hands are in mid-flight on the way to a F chord, and the voice in my head goes "B flat!", and my hands jab a B flat out instead, and I'm wrong. Again. Like an idiot. Who is that guy who keeps telling me the wrong stuff? Same thing happened on the boat on Reminiscing. We finally got set up, and I was not happy with the stage situation and just wanted to play well so that I could bury the feeling that I was dragging the band down. Right when we got to the first thing for me to play, right as the air is making its way from my lungs to the mouthpiece, right as I am about to play my part which is CLEARLY in B Major, the voice in my head says, "It's in C", and I played several notes a half step away from reality. I was so mad I could've thrown my horn across the room.
A Half Step Away from Reality could be the name of my biography.
What else...I played the solos to FM, Caribbean Queen, and the riff for Who Can it Be Now? for about an hour Thursday afternoon, and none of them was perfect on the gig. FM was better than it has been, but I always flail at it a little. Caribbean Queen was good up until I missed the high Bb towards the end. One of those situations where I got a little too excited and didn't aim the air correctly. Same thing with Who Can it Be Now?, which usually shows up in the last few songs of the night when my reed is drying out and the alcohol is fully functioning.
The keyboard playing went really well. Other than my Jive Talkin' schizo moment, I was pretty on target. Strangely, I did nothing to prepare--no frantic practicing this week. The set list didn't come out until the last minute and I was forced to wing it. That usually results in some anxious moments, but all my stuff was there, and even, and I was makin' the changes, I mean I was actually kind of loose on Peg and Kiss You All Over (and thank god there's no recording because what I played probably only sounded good to me!).
The crowd didn't seem any different from the previous week, but we ended up with a good bit more money at the end of the night. It could've been Ganesh, but it might have been turnover. The new time still seems to mystify our audience--people are turning up at 10 thinking they have time to get situated, but we're already halfway through the set.
Last night's set and the week before really make me feel like I did a crappy job playing on the boat, not only from a musical standpoint, but also for the show. I know we're on our home turf and it's easy and comfortable, but the contrast between what I didn't do out there and what I do here is kind of depressing. I wonder why? Equipment? The vibe? Sleep deprivation? Whatever. I can do better. I would suspect that's why a couple of my songs got cut at the end of the last night at sea.
I'm off again tomorrow night, and hopefully I'll actually get something done. Next week is another stack of Yacht Rock--the usual Thursday, then Friday in Nashville (Mercy Lounge), and Saturday back in Atlanta playing with the Schooner (Yacht Rock B band).
www.davidfreemanmusic.net
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday/Saturday/Sunday
It's been a busy weekend for sure.
Friday night we played Andrew's Upstairs. We sold it out again--such a strange feeling (still) to see a line of people waiting to see a gig that I'm on. The gig itself was pretty good. I was much more tired than the night before, so I don't think I was as sharp, but I can't recall any major disasters. It doesn't sound like FM is going to make the cut. We played it again (debuted it at the 10 High the night before), and people don't give much of a reaction. That's a bummer. I love playing it, and I'm pretty good on the string part (and getting there on the sax solo), but I guess songs with long rambling jazz solos don't appeal to these people. Perhaps Steely Dan is overrated.
Andrews video made a video recording (I would say "taped" except for the lack there of) of the performance. As usual, I'm kind of curious as to how it sounds, and then I'm also scared that my performance will not get good grades. With any luck, the soundman's love of reverb and delay will cloud any of my questionable efforts.
Other than that, we raised $600+ more dollars for Haiti. I can dig that.
Saturday night, I played a Platnumb gig in Knoxville. A very strange gig--it was a 2009 holiday party, even though it's now 2010. I believe somebody said they were a bunch of pawn shop owners. That made sense--lots of very tacky people. We played at the Marriott in Knoxville, which looked a lot like a multi level bomb shelter.
On this gig I played sax and EWI. We had a one hour soundcheck where we rehearsed (not really a soundcheck). For the entire soundcheck and the first TEN songs of the night, nobody noticed that my EWI was not in the PA at all. Not in any monitor and not in the front of house sound. I kept playing in between songs to see if maybe it was really faint (the way the sax was in the front of house--not inspiring, by any means). So ten songs in, he finally realized he'd never checked it and turned it on in the front of house, but not my monitor. My monitor was off the entire night--the aux knobs were up on the board, so I would bet that he forgot to turn on the amplifier for the box. Nice. I'm really just bitching to bitch here--I could've said something. It was more frustrating, however by the fact that nobody else on stage ever mentioned the fact that I couldn't be heard. If listening is part of music (I would say that listening is all of music), and if playing music with other people means you need to hear what they're playing (and you do, as best you can), then the lack of musicianship on stage is staggeringly low. It's like trying to have a conversation with someone who doesn't even know you're talking to them.
Steve Florczykowsi played bass with us. One of his heroes is Will Lee (of Letterman band fame, and about a billion other banda), and he is getting more like Will all the time. It was totally awesome--the kind of performance where you say, "Yeah. That's what we're looking for." He was fun, he was dancing, he was playing great. He also had on a pair of red plaid pants. I had on a pink afro wig.
Steve and I rode up together, and we bolted out of the gig in 10 minutes flat. We got back to my house at 3:30 or so. He had to get back to Snellville and then be a church gig at 9 AM. Ouch!
Tonight (Sunday), I did a House Live gig with Jeff (DJ) and Wayne Viar (percussion) at the Georgia Aquarium for KIA. It was pretty fun. This gig usually gets really boring after 30 minutes or so, but tonight's gig was much more creative. I could hear myself really well, and I think because of that I was able to play lots of good ideas. I don't think I started to run out of gas until about the last 30 minutes. I brought soprano, alto, tenor, and flute to this one.
This week is really slow--just the Thursday night at the 10 High. After the madness of the past two weeks, maybe a couple of nights off would be nice.
www.davidfreemanmusic.com
Friday night we played Andrew's Upstairs. We sold it out again--such a strange feeling (still) to see a line of people waiting to see a gig that I'm on. The gig itself was pretty good. I was much more tired than the night before, so I don't think I was as sharp, but I can't recall any major disasters. It doesn't sound like FM is going to make the cut. We played it again (debuted it at the 10 High the night before), and people don't give much of a reaction. That's a bummer. I love playing it, and I'm pretty good on the string part (and getting there on the sax solo), but I guess songs with long rambling jazz solos don't appeal to these people. Perhaps Steely Dan is overrated.
Andrews video made a video recording (I would say "taped" except for the lack there of) of the performance. As usual, I'm kind of curious as to how it sounds, and then I'm also scared that my performance will not get good grades. With any luck, the soundman's love of reverb and delay will cloud any of my questionable efforts.
Other than that, we raised $600+ more dollars for Haiti. I can dig that.
Saturday night, I played a Platnumb gig in Knoxville. A very strange gig--it was a 2009 holiday party, even though it's now 2010. I believe somebody said they were a bunch of pawn shop owners. That made sense--lots of very tacky people. We played at the Marriott in Knoxville, which looked a lot like a multi level bomb shelter.
On this gig I played sax and EWI. We had a one hour soundcheck where we rehearsed (not really a soundcheck). For the entire soundcheck and the first TEN songs of the night, nobody noticed that my EWI was not in the PA at all. Not in any monitor and not in the front of house sound. I kept playing in between songs to see if maybe it was really faint (the way the sax was in the front of house--not inspiring, by any means). So ten songs in, he finally realized he'd never checked it and turned it on in the front of house, but not my monitor. My monitor was off the entire night--the aux knobs were up on the board, so I would bet that he forgot to turn on the amplifier for the box. Nice. I'm really just bitching to bitch here--I could've said something. It was more frustrating, however by the fact that nobody else on stage ever mentioned the fact that I couldn't be heard. If listening is part of music (I would say that listening is all of music), and if playing music with other people means you need to hear what they're playing (and you do, as best you can), then the lack of musicianship on stage is staggeringly low. It's like trying to have a conversation with someone who doesn't even know you're talking to them.
Steve Florczykowsi played bass with us. One of his heroes is Will Lee (of Letterman band fame, and about a billion other banda), and he is getting more like Will all the time. It was totally awesome--the kind of performance where you say, "Yeah. That's what we're looking for." He was fun, he was dancing, he was playing great. He also had on a pair of red plaid pants. I had on a pink afro wig.
Steve and I rode up together, and we bolted out of the gig in 10 minutes flat. We got back to my house at 3:30 or so. He had to get back to Snellville and then be a church gig at 9 AM. Ouch!
Tonight (Sunday), I did a House Live gig with Jeff (DJ) and Wayne Viar (percussion) at the Georgia Aquarium for KIA. It was pretty fun. This gig usually gets really boring after 30 minutes or so, but tonight's gig was much more creative. I could hear myself really well, and I think because of that I was able to play lots of good ideas. I don't think I started to run out of gas until about the last 30 minutes. I brought soprano, alto, tenor, and flute to this one.
This week is really slow--just the Thursday night at the 10 High. After the madness of the past two weeks, maybe a couple of nights off would be nice.
www.davidfreemanmusic.com
Friday, January 15, 2010
Back to Earth
When I got there, I got a parking place right next to the door (awesome!), and it didn't take me 10 minutes of wiggling my monster truck into place. Things immediately got weird, though. Some homeless guy was poking around between cars, and some lady started yelling at him that the police were on the way--she was convinced that he was looking to make a break in. Right around that time, the sound man pulled up and we explained to him what was going on. I was watching the guy as I was telling him the story, and I turned back to face the soundman just as he was pushing a clip into a pistol. Great...shoot out at the 10 High.
We debuted three tunes last night. Two (All Night Long and Caribbean Queen) are not my favorites. I'll just leave it at that. The third was Steely Dan's FM, known for its famous saxophone solo. All three went pretty well. I'm still trying to get comfortable. FM is one of those tunes where the solo needs to be pretty much spot on, and I'm most of the way there, but I wouldn't say I'm quite nailing it.
Overall, the gig went really well. Bencuya recorded it, and I think the tape will show that the shedding I put into it on Wednesday night and Thursday day made a huge difference. Bencuya said he did not play well at all, but everyone I talked to in the crowd said it was great--one regular said it was the best we've ever played. I'll take it. Nick told me on the break that his voice was not working, but he performs at such a high standard that even if he wasn't feeling it, it still sounded great. Dannells explored the major sixth on a minor chord. I can dig that, gettin' all dorian on me. I kind of bit it on Caribbean Queen (the tape will show that, too). All this stuff with synths...we can't cover everything, and it's going to take some time to figure out what must be covered (and what cannot), and who can grab it.
We managed to raise about $220 for Haiti relief last night. Tonight's the same deal--we are donating a dollar for every person that pays. I guess that means we had 220 people last night? Actually, the crowd was pretty good last night. We were concerned due to the B band playing our gig the past two weeks, plus an earlier start time, but by the end we had a pretty decent crowd, and they stayed to the end. We even did an encore for the first time in a weeks (Total Eclipse of the Heart again, just like on the boat). It's great fun. All respect to Brandon, but it was nice to get my gig back.
I am thankful to have a gig like that where I can focus on something else. My head is not good these days.
www.davidfreemanmusic.com
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