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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