Sunday night ended with a thud. After kind of nodding off on the way to my evening church gig, I somehow managed to maintain consciousness long enough to get back to the couch, where I crashed. I slept quite well (and for quite a number of hours).
Monday evening I played a House Live gig with Wayne and Jeremy at Ventanas. It was pretty easy--we (Wayne and myself) are in groove, so the boredom and bullshitting come much later in the gig. I have no idea who we played for--I think there were forty people there--and no helicopter rides. Boo. We were so quiet, I didn't even use a microphone for the flute (or saxes).
We ate at Baja Fresh (pregame meal?).
My alto and soprano reeds both felt terrific all night. Sounding good on both horns really inspired me--I felt really free and relaxed, and came up with some pretty good stuff. Jeremy played some good stuff (either by luck or on purpose), and looped some good spots so I could solo without the lyrics and other things getting in the way.
I got home, ate a bag of popcorn, and passed out on the couch.
Tuesday morning I was up pretty early to play a Yacht Rock gig. It was a corporate event for IHC, which owns Holiday Inn (among other things). The gig was pretty easy. We loaded into a big conference room on the 20th floor (I could look out and see the building next door where my dad finished up his commercial real estate career!).
We played maybe twenty-five songs--maybe. It was something like two thirty minute sets. No problems. Nothing was loud, and nobody got drunk. We were done before 2 PM. Nice! If not for the crazy security guard who evidently didn't want anyone loading anything out through her loading dock, it might have been a perfect gig.
I taught a few lessons this afternoon, took a nap, and practiced piano until my hands hurt. I'm still pushing hard to learn all this stuff for my Thursday morning rehearsal. I think I'm going to be ok. So much for me freaking out Saturday. I think I've investigated all the parts I need to learn, so tomorrow I can play through all these new tunes and try and build up some consistency before I have to play them in front of other ears.
Greetings. I wonder if I should hire an assistant to take notes and compose my blog for me! I can't find the time right now.
Thursday was a two-fer gig day. My first gig was in the lobby of the new Marriott attached to the Georgia International Congress Center down by the airport. It was a four hour House Live gig with Jeff and Wayne. Pretty easy stuff...
When that ended, I hauled butt to the 10 High to play the Yacht Rock gig. Surprisingly, it wasn't too tough, and we collectively had a good night, though Greg was unable to play the gig due to illness. There were a ton of people there. It was fun.
Friday, I saw David Sanborn at the Ferst Center at Georgia Tech. It was so cool. The last time I saw Sanborn was when I was in high school, probably twenty years ago at this point. He's still got it! I do think he needs to move past the Ray Charles tribute stuff--two albums is enough! How many more shuffle blueses do we need to hear? The band was Joey DeFrancesco on organ and Byron Landham on drums. The playing was cool, but I was most turned on to hear older stuff like Straight to the Heart and The Dream in that format. Great stuff.
Saturday I did a solo wedding gig at Barnsley Gardens up in Adairsville, Georgia. The ceremony was in a really pretty pine chapel. I did some recording while the room was empty.
Here's some flute stuff I recorded in the empty room:
After the ceremony, I jumped on a golf cart and rode out to the Ruins to play the cocktail hour. Solo saxophone for this one.
I got home, ate supper, and collapsed. I woke up at 1:30 in the morning and started practicing keyboards for next weekend's gig. I have a bunch of stuff to learn. There will be no sleep! Actually, I went back to bed at 3:45 AM, and then got up just before 7 to get ready for my church gig. Easy stuff.
I've been playing the rhodes part to Hey Nineteen this afternoon at about half speed. My hands are starting to hurt! Good thing I have another church gig to go to to break the afternoon up; otherwise, hello carpal tunnel!
Please Pleaserock Me played Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band (Beatles) in its entirety last night, and opened the show by playing The Dark Side of the Moon (Pink Floyd) synched up to The Wizard of Oz, thus fulfilling the stoner myth of The Dark Side of the Rainbow!
Is it wrong of me to have enjoyed the Pink Floyd so much more than the Beatles? I know it's sacrilegious to put anything in front of John, Paul, George, and Ringo, but Pink Floyd means so much more to me personally. I lived on Pink Floyd in high school, so any chance to play their stuff resonates with me much more deeply.
The Dark Side went over well. I played well, though at one point I guess I was pushing my horn so much into the microphone that I nearly knocked the stand over. Oops! Got a little excited. I tripped a little bit on the timing of the Money solo--I just can't hear seven beats in a measure, I guess. Other than that, things were solid.
Sgt. Peppers was almost a letdown--The Dark Side was continuous (we stayed in time with the record and movie all the way to the end of the album), and all the breaks in between songs on the Beatles I think led to feeling like it wasn't as monumental of a moment. It went well, though.
So...a big crowd! Good stuff. I also drank four or five Newcastles. God save the Queen! and Sting...wasn't he from Newcastle?
Saturday's first gig was an afternoon spot at the Midtown Arts Festival for Main Street Exiles. We played, strangely enough, in the parking lot for the old Loca Luna, where I spent many a night sweating (and sometimes freezing) while playing salsa music. The club has moved, but the parking lot remains!
We played pretty well. It was fun to be on the big stage, and I liked being able to walk off the back when I wasn't playing. The crowd was ok; it's hard to imagine anyone wanting to stand in a parking lot in direct sunlight in the low 90s. It's still hot in Atlanta!
We had a good time. Once it was over, I drove home and loaded equipment into my truck and headed on to my second gig, a Yacht Rock gig for the Chattahoochee Riverkeepers. Before you ask, I will go ahead and say that I have no idea what they do to/for the river. From what I can tell, they're rich and they like to eat barbecue. I know I have supplied a link to their website, but this doesn't mean that I've actually looked at it.
Anyway, the gig was at some guy's house. He lives right on the river. It's a beautiful house, and you can walk past his pool and his garden and look out over the water. Very nice. Last year when we played, it was right after the river had risen dramatically (they showed us the high water mark), but this year it was just hot and still out there.
Before the Yacht Rock sets, I sat in on Can't Get There from Here with the REMakes. I was playing the hell out of the sax part (I hadn't thought about the sax part on that in many months, but I just reached back and pulled it out of my ass). It was like I'd taken over the song and it was all about me--I was front and center on stage, dancing and playing. The song ended, and I met the sound guy at the side of the stage; he'd waited through the entire song to point out that he wasn't getting any signal from my microphone, which means that though I looked good, I was practically inaudible. Nice. Dude could have easily grabbed the empty vocal mic next to me and told me to play into that; instead he waited til the song was over to attempt a solution.
On to the Yacht Rock set.
I played really well. I was almost annoyed with myself--why couldn't some of this good stuff have come out of me on Thursday night when Bencuya was recording? I mean, even little keyboard fills that I attempted sounded like I was doing something good. What's up with that?
We played until right up at midnight and then quit right at the noise curfew. I loaded out and was home about an hour later. I got home, unloaded all my stuff, packed up my stuff for my church gig, loaded it into the truck, and went to bed.
My first church gig went ok. I think Chuck is making an effort to be a little more organized, but he still calls audibles in the middle of the service (or, like this past Sunday, in the middle of a song!). It's getting better, though. There were no major disasters this time.
My second church gig was very different from the previous week. We had five vocalists, so I was back on my usual stuff, adding the whipped cream and cherry to their efforts.
Monday morning was another rehearsal for this Wednesday night's gig. After we play The Dark Side of the Moon, we are playing Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. We have already learned the material, so the rehearsal was mostly about vocal parts. Easy enough for me.
Tonight I started work on a new clarinet piece, titled Canzonetta by Gabriel Pierne. Here's some video of what I've got so far:
I'm back! I did not get on the computer at all yesterday. I feel so out of touch! It's like I was roughing it (except for the iPhone).
Thursday afternoon we (Yacht Rock) finally received the good news...we won three awards in Creative Loafing this year! Readers' pick for "Best Local Overall Music Act" and "Best Cover Band," and critics' pick for "Best Excuse to Get Drunk With Your Dad." It almost makes the photo shoot for the award worth it. Almost.
Thursday afternoon I did a quick recording session for Mark Dannells at his house. He has written some music to be submitted to the show Dexter, and brought me in to add some life to his synth horn parts. The stuff sounds magnificent! Mark Dannells is a genius.
Thursday night was Caddyshack night at the 10 High. We showed the movie and played our usual stuff. I only missed one entrance because I was watching the movie! Oops.
We dressed for the gig...mostly in golf inspired or movie inspired gear. Mark Dannells dressed up as Carl. Awesome!
The gig started off fairly well. There were no disasters. I was doing fine. We went on break, and when we came back, my playing took a nosedive. First tune was this fine gem by Cee Lo. I crashed on it. I tried to add the bell thing in my right hand while playing organ with my left, and let's just say I was less than successful. I worked on it before the gig, but I just couldn't pull it off in real time.
From there, I just wanted to get out. Every song had about half as much enthusiasm as the song before it, so about halfway through the set I was screwing up all over the place and hating myself/not caring at all. I don't think I was the only one feeling this way either. It was pretty rough. I went home and went right to bed.
Friday morning was the rehearsal for The Dark Side of the Rainbow. We played through it. It went well. Right before I had to play The Great Gig in the Sky, I got a huge adrenaline rush and almost fainted! Probably not, but it was pretty wired for a couple of minutes in there.
Here's what my chart looks like:
Mark Dannells went home after the gig Thursday night and learned his guitar parts. He showed up on four hours of sleep and played the whole thing without charts. Amazing! I could never do that. That's why he's the man.
I have a couple of gigs today. We're outside today for the Main Street Exiles gig and tonight for the Chattahoochie Riverkeepers Benefit (Yacht Rock). Here's hoping the rain holds off until I can get my gear back in the truck!
