Christmas Gigs

What a weekend!  I did a bunch of church gigs over the Christmas holidays.

The first couple of gigs were mainly flute (and a little soprano) at a church I used to play at.  They brought me in to help cover some of the extra services they were having.  It was super easy, and a lot of fun.  Most of the songs were Christmas carols, and most of the people I played with old friends (other than the douchebag pianist who mistakenly thought it really funny to mimic my flute warm ups).  So yeah, it was cool.  We laughed a lot.

The third Christmas Eve gig was at my usual first gig on Sundays.  That one was fun, too, though a little annoying that they had us show up an hour and fifteen minutes early, and then we mostly stood around until the service began.  At one point, they turned out all the lights and everybody held candles--I was thinking, "This would be a great picture for my blog!" but I didn't take it.  It was pretty cool, though.

I was super amused by one spot where the leader said, "I'm going to play during this part.  Don't feel like you need to play.  If you want to, you can, but if you don't, that's good."  Twice he stressed being gentle.  His request sounded to me like "Don't play unless you ABSOLUTELY can't stand it."

I laid out.  The guitarist laid out.  Three BEATS into the song, the bass player was in, doing his Jimmy Haslip impersonation!  Actually, that wasn't bad, but then the drummer felt like he HAD to play, and I thought it really squashed the vibe.  I was amused, annoyed, and smug all at once.

Christmas morning, I did two more of the flute/soprano services at the Christmas church number one.  Same stuff, same fun.  There were lots of people there who were very happy to see me, which I appreciated.  Hopefully they'll be able to find some money in their budget to see me more often!

Sunday is back to normal.  It's been a nice weekend of something different.

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Twas the Thursday Before Christmas...

Weird.  I thought nobody would turn up at the 10 High.  I thought it'd be really dead and we'd play one set and go home, or we'd all trade instruments or something, but instead it was more packed than it has been in months!  I guess the "nobody has to go to work tomorrow" argument won.

It was kind of a strange gig.  Nick, Pete, and Cobb were out, so we had Ganesh on drums, Greg on lead vocals, Vanessa on Pete's vocals, and Danni on bass.  The ol' switcheroo.  That left me, my man Mark Dannells, and the Great Bencuya to hold it down.

It's an entirely different thing when Greg fronts the band.  With a different line up (say Kevin Spencer and Ganesh), there's an effort to kind of stay in the same zone as the regular guys.  Greg kind of takes it and says "I'm driving!", and away we go.  It's fun because he puts his own stamp on it.

The set list had about a million songs on it.  We burn through tunes a lot quicker with subs because there's less banter in between.  We might normally play a dozen songs in a set--last night it was more like sixteen.  It really became a grind about a halfway through.

Speaking of the set list…oops.  I didn't do any preparation (such as reading the set list) ahead of time, and there were a couple of songs that REALLY bit me in the ass.  For instance, Magic…no clue.  I knew the first two chords of the string part were A/D resolving to D, and then…hmm (turns out it was a minor 2-5 to E minor).  I really need to start over and learn that one.  The other one that I sucked on was the beginning of You're So Vain.  Remember how I died on it at Halloween?  Same issue again.  I choked real bad.

Other than that, it was pretty unmemorable.  Mark Dannells and I rocked the hell out of the bridge to Brandy.  Ganesh swamped the entire boat by turning the beat around on Escape (Pina Colada Song).  I should mention that we played one verse reggae.  Ja.  I had something to do with that.  I played Jingle Bells during the breakdown in Jive Talkin', evidently only loud enough for Dannells and myself to hear.  Good enough.

That was it.  Good crowd means good money, and good money is the best Christmas present of all.

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Creston Sonata

Not much going on…it's vacation!

Here's a video I made earlier in the week.  It's the first two pages of the Creston Sonata (Op. 19) for Eb Alto Saxophone and Piano.  I played this sucker in high school, but it still kicks my butt.





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Triple Double

It's been a while since I've blogged.  My apologies--vacation has (kind of) started!

Rewind:

Thursday:  I played two gigs.

The first gig was a little trio gig at Dolce in Atlantic Station with Louis Heriveaux (keyboard) and Kevin Smith (bass).  It was a nice little gig--they had us separated from the crowd, up on an elevated floor behind the bar, which meant that we wouldn't be competing with them to hear ourselves.  I'll admit, it also makes for a better recording!  There was a clear half-wall in front of us, which helped as well.

The crowd was bussed in.  They were expecting four or five hundred people (according to the contract I had), but maybe one hundred fifty turned up on a cold, rainy night.  Most of them sat down, ate, and left!  There must have been a club or something upstairs.  Anyway, two hours into a three hour gig, the bar started shutting down.  Two and a half hours into the gig I was on the phone trying to tell the party coordinator that the room was totally empty and there was no point in us staying!

Playing-wise, I was pretty good.  It had been a month since my previous jazz gig, and I was kind of concerned about where my command of the vocabulary would be.  It turns out I was fine, though I had some really bad moments trying to remember the heads to some tunes (we played standards so I wouldn't have to deal with bringing charts and a music stand).  Louis was on fire--he was harmonically aggressive, reworking lots of these tunes.  I really dug that.  Whenever he and I have played together, I've always hoped that he would push me a little bit more past the conventional harmony, and this time, there he was.  Check out the out head of Wave if you want to hear where he was at.  Jeez!  This gig was a ton of fun.



The second gig was the regular Yacht Rock gig at the 10 High.  Playing two gigs like this is always fun because the first always gets me loose (physically and mentally) for the second.  Every sax solo on the 10 High gig sounded like it was coming out of a machine gun--it was like I was still ripping stuff from my jazz gig.

That said, I played sax on the first tune of the gig, and then nothing until I did four or five late in the second set.  It's become much less of a sax gig than it used to be.  I'm not complaining, though.  I think I'd be bored if I was just hanging out waiting to play Baker Street.  For me, this gig is much more about working on my keyboard playing.

This gig had Ganesh on drums and Kevin Spencer subbing for Nick.  At the last second, Mark Dannells decided he was dying, so Shannon subbed for him.  We were boarded by the pirates of smooth!  It was fun--the Schooner guys have their stuff figured out.

Friday:  I played two more gigs!

I went to bed a 3 or 4 AM after getting home from the 10 High.  I was up at 7 AM so I could be at the scene of one of my church gigs--we'd be contracted to help beef up the children's winter concert.  So…the middle school choir was on my right;  the middle school band was on my left.  The rest of the band was behind me.  For some reason, my music had gone missing, so it was just me standing there behind a microphone!  It was pretty easy, though.  I mean, I'm just improvising anyway, so the chart doesn't make or break it for me.  I did turn around and check the chart of the guitarist behind me, just looking for the ones where I played soprano instead of tenor.

The second gig was with Yacht Rock at the Mercy Lounge in Nashville.  I met the van around 3:30.  We rolled in a few hours later, set up, ate and played our Christmas show.  It went pretty well.  The sound is always good there, but this particular time it wasn't quite so loud on stage, and so it was that much better.  The crowd was decent.  It seemed pretty full.

We stayed at the Hotel Indigo again.  I got the room to myself--sweet!  I really dig this hotel.  Too bad I was so tired by the time we finished, I went straight to bed.

Saturday:  One gig!

We got back to Atlanta early in the afternoon, which left me a couple of hours to prepare for my Sunday stuff (songs to be learned!).  That night, I played a Wild Wing gig with the Schooner.  They played really well!  I'd left my microphones in the van, so I used whatever they had at the bar, and it worked out fine (and got me out of there that much faster).  The band was playing well together--when they're gelling, they sound really good!

Sunday: Two gigs!

Sunday morning was my usual church gig.  I was worried about this one because one of the songs they wanted to do was the Trans Siberian Orchestra version of Carol of the Bells, and I couldn't figure out how to make it work with our instrumentation.  That version has maybe three guitars and three synths, and we're much more of an acoustic band.  When I listened to the mp3 of it, I couldn't even figure out what part I should be trying to hear, and I would get frustrated and give up.  Fortunately, they had a piano reduction, so I kind of worked off that at the gig and it was fine.

That group is finally coming together.  We may finally be figuring out how to work together.

I was home for around twenty minutes before I had to leave again, this time to a Yacht Rock gig.  We played a jewish wedding.  It wasn't too bad.  We learned a couple of songs (Sister Christian and Come On Eileen--EWI violin!).  The break room at the temple had some amusing posters.

I wonder why it is that every gig I do with Yacht Rock, we never end up playing for the full four hours.  Somehow, Pete and Nick are able to convince the people that it's not in anyone's interest for us to play while the people are eating, so on a four hour call, we probably only end up playing the final two and half hours.  I only mention this because the previous band I was in always played through dinner, and we had to fight with the people about the volume, but the band leader would insist that the people were paying for four hours of music and so we had to keep going.  Doing it this way makes so much more sense--when they're ready to party, we're ready to play.  It makes the gigs so much less aggravating.

I was home just after 8 PM, and in bed soon after that.  Yeah…nice!

Yesterday (Monday), I was going to try and catch up on things like my blog, but I ended up just taking the entire day off.  I did some half hearted practicing and broke in some reeds, but really….I did nothing.  It was good.

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Brrrrrrr!

Yacht Rock played a holiday party for Turner Sports yesterday in Centennial Olympic Park, next to the ice skating rink.  I was really worried about the weather--yesterday was one of the coldest days in Atlanta (I think we tied the record low for December 14).  Not only does my equipment not fare well in the cold, but my hands and feet hurt when it gets like this.

We were in a tent (with sides) and heaters, so it wasn't too bad, though if they'd closed a few more of the flaps it would have been more comfortable.  The sound guys had the flap on their side open--why?--but it happened to be on Bencuya's side, so that was ok with me!

We got dressed in the shed where they keep lawnmowers and stuff…

The gig itself was super easy.  Because of the cold, nobody showed up!  They were expecting five hundred people, but Nick estimated only about one hundred fifty turned up.  We started a little late (waiting for the tent to fill up), and ended a little early.  Two sets.  When party planners plan parties, why do they let the visual aspects (ice skating!  a band!  a buffet!) overrule the obvious weather concerns (it's December! we could all die from exposure!).  It seems like somebody does this every season…the same kind of thing happens in the hottest part of the summer with similar results.

Oh well, no big deal.  It was a fun gig, the sound was great, and the band was happy.  Everybody helped me load out, which was super awesome.  I was home forty-five minutes after the last note.

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Loose Ends

Park Tavern Santa

Monday night was the company party for Pleaserock at Park Tavern.  A good time was had by all, and Jack started ice skating.

Here are a few YouTube videos from last week's appearance on the Regular Guys.

Bencuya, our new keyboard tech, and me

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Almost Back to Normal

Yesterday was the first day in a week that my hands weren't sore when I woke up.  I guess it's from pounding on a keyboard more than usual, but I could hardly stir my coffee in the mornings.  After an hour or so, the strength would return to my hands.

A recap of the past few days!

Friday:  The big Yacht Rock Holiday Special at Park Tavern.  Two shows, both sold out.  Maximum awesomeness.  The venue was cool…we were upstairs in that acoustical nightmare;  Schooner was downstairs in front of the fireplace;  ice skating outside on the patio.  I think all our fans had a wonderful time.

Nick had a new white three piece suit.  I'm so jealous.  It's got me shopping.

That room…ughhhhhh…we were set up in front of all that glass, which always makes for a horrible musical experience, and Friday was no different.  It looks great with the lights and the city in the background, but it felt like somebody had a screwdriver jammed in each of my ears!  I had two choices on stage--turn down and hear everybody else (and guess at what I was playing), or turn up and hear myself, but not be able to hear the band over my amplifier.  I tried both, and failed at both!

Bencuya said he had so much trouble hearing that he had to take his ear plugs out.  I noticed that Cobb actually put some plugs in!  His mom would be happy.

It definitely made me aware of how much my ear is involved in playing--even the keyboard stuff, where I'd/you'd think that I would be playing more literally "this chord, this chord, this chord."  I thought that's the way I was doing it, but in subtracting the sound, I couldn't remember if I was supposed to to hold a G or F on the chorus.   I think I played some really horrible stuff!

The other oddity of playing in that room was that some of my stuff sounded really out of tune, and I am not talking about saxophone issues (I only played sax on two or three songs per show).  The upper octaves of my synth sounded horribly out of tune--like more than a quarter step.  How is that possible?  It was an acoustical problem, not wrong notes.  It really freaked me out.  Things that I knew I was playing correctly sounded so wrong that it would make me second guess myself.  It was really bizarre.

my ice skates

Mark Dannells!

Anyway, everybody said it sounded good out front, so I guess that's all that matters.  Hopefully Bencuya's recording of the performances won't get me fired.

Nick is having a good time

In between the two shows we all went out on the ice rink and sang We Are the World.  I did two laps before we sang.  Not too bad!

All in all, an awesome night for us.  Nick and Pete really put together a great show.

Saturday:  Yacht Rock played a wedding at Greystone in Piedmont Park, a new venue right on the lake.

The room looked like it could be another problem (shoebox, hard surfaces), but the it turned out to be a great spot for us.  The stage was big (so we weren't right on top of each other), and the acoustical panels on the walls ate up the bad reflections.  Everything sounded great.  It restored my faith in my playing!

For their first dance, we were asked to play Supertramp's Give a Little Bit.  Cool with me!  It's got a nice little sax solo in there:

I hope we keep that song--if Nick can stomach it.

The batteries on one of my sax mic transmitters died…changed those out.  Later on in the gig, my EWI started blinking, so I had to change those out.  Six batteries just like that!  I was kind of relieved that the EWI batteries finally gave up--I spent too much energy worrying about them dying during the Friday show (but strangely not enough to just switch them out for fresh ones).

The gig was over at 11, and we were out of there at midnight.  Yay!  That was great.

Mark Dannells is blue but awesome

Sunday:  Church gig number one is finally finding a groove!  No disasters, no confusion.  I think it helped that we played Christmas carols for prelude music, so there was no guessing about what we were playing or where we were in the music.  Cool.  We played more than usual, but it was no big deal, and I was more awake since I'd gone to bed a little earlier than usual.

Church gig number two was fun.  There were two songs sung over drones--it's Advent, and so there seems to be lots of minor key drones.  On one, I played flute--lots of bends and flutters and sound effects to kind of fill it out.  

On the second drone, I played soprano sax--lots of false fingerings and overtone kind of things.  I must be in an overtone kind of mood.  We played The Biggest Part of Me on Saturday night, and my solo at the end had the same sort of overblown/overtone kind of stuff happening.  I guess it's kind of in my ear at the moment, though I don't know why.

One more big week of gigs and then things slow down.  I'm looking forward to practicing more regularly again.

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