Ugh. Direct sunlight. I'm not a fan. Yacht Rock played a gig--a private party of some sort--on the west side of town. We were tucked in a corner, outside, no stage, no cover. It was brutally hot at load in. I was really pissed about letting my gear fry in the sun for several hours, let alone playing a gig out there.
Fortunately, right as we began the sky got hazy, and that kind of saved us.
The crowd looked good, but they were kind of indifferent to what we were doing. Maybe they were just curious like they'd never seen us before. Anyway, not a lot of love.
My favorite part of the gig was when a passing train's brakes started squealing at the beginning of Maneater. Kip thought it was feedback and began frantically searching for it. The squeal was a B (Maneater is in B minor). Really loud!
