Sunday, August 11, 2013

After Party

Yacht Rock played an after party last night--not the party itself, but the AFTER party.  Wait…isn't the after party usually the drunkest of the drunk standing around the hotel bar?  Ugh.  On the plus side, this 10:15 PM-1:40 AM shindig didn't have four or five hours of down time between soundcheck and the gig.

Before we even got set up, there was an adventure:  I followed Monkey (presumably to go park after dumping our gear at the hotel loading dock), and we somehow ended up going into the underground parking for the office building next door.  There was a garage door at street level and a gate at the bottom of the ramp.  Security would not let us through the gate (no parking there), but the garage door was shut, and we had quite a time (after we made Austin Powers-esque ten point turns in this small space) trying to convey to an unseen security guard where exactly we were stuck.  "Please open the garage door at street level!"  was our version of "R2!  Shut down all the garbage compactors on the detention level!"  Finally the guard opened the garage door and I got out, but it closed before Monkey could get out.  R2!

Another small stage--it'll be good to head to the Georgia Theatre this week and not be crammed in a corner.


The gig was unremarkable.  I'd guess there were about a hundred people in the room.  One thing that was cool (due to Greg subbing for Nick on the front line, Rob Henson subbing for Greg, and Ganesh subbing for Cobb) was that we played a few different tunes--Moonlight Feels Right, My Love is Alive (soundcheck only, but still fun), LowdownKodachrome, and  Hot Child in the City.


During our second break, the security guard for the building came around and started locking up--he said that they were shutting down the bar and killing the party at 1 AM.  Uhh, ok…Pete met up with someone from the client, and they agreed that we would cut the break short and play another half hour (ending around 1:15 AM).  Cool.

As we were changing back into street clothes (ten or fifteen minutes after the end of the gig), one of the other people from the party came in and wanted to know when we were going back on.  Say what?  Some kind of communication problem--he expected the party to go on until 1:40.  After another huddle between Pete and the clients, we agreed to come back out and play one more song.

I ended up in bed at 3:30 AM.  Up at 7 to begin Sunday!