Two outdoor gigs this week...in mid November...what the hell? I'm sure it's fine when you're walking around (and can LEAVE WHEN YOU GET UNCOMFORTABLE!), but I'm sitting on a stool touching a cold plastic keyboard or a cold piece of metal, and I like the check, but my hands go numb and we need to stop this outdoor gig in November bullshit.
Thursday: Off to Bluffton, South Carolina for a food festival thing. We played this gig last year (you can read about it here). I'm still not exactly sure who's attending this or why. Also, why does it have to be so late in the year? A month earlier would've been much better, temperature-wise.
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| green room boredom |
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| this is about twenty degrees too cold for me |
Fortunately for me, Kip had a heater brought to the stage, which we planted right behind me. My hands still got cold, but I was able to occasionally reach up and thaw them out when things got really dire.
Basically, this was a nifty corporate gig.
Friday: We raced back to Atlanta, dropped Zach (half of our sound crew) off at the airport, went home for a couple of hours, and then returned to the airport to catch a flight to Boston. I scored an upgrade to Delta Comfort--lots of legroom.
I watched most of the HBO Documentary about Robin Williams. Fortunately (I guess), we landed right as things were about to get depressing at the end of his life. I don't think I need to see the rest of it.
In the hotel room, I watched most of The Shape of Water. It's REALLY weird. Like, sex with Amazonian-swamp-creature weird. I don't need to see that ever again.
Saturday: 7:30 AM lobby call, and it's 40 degrees outside. This was the basic framework for today's gig. We played a tailgate party for the Harvard/Yale football game at Fenway Park. Once again, I like the gig, but holy shit is it cold.
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| soundcheck |
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| our green room/tent was toasty warm |
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| why God, why? |
This one was not too terrible. I mean, it was crazy cold, but we only played for an hour an a half, so just as I was reaching the limit with frozen fingers, the show was over. As you can see, the crowd response was ok, but it wasn't really a concert, so it's understandable that there wasn't a giant mass of people directly in front of us.
Go Harvard! (their alums hired us)
The bass amp started whistling like a boiling tea kettle in the last fifteen minutes. Kip and the local crew guys were on it pretty quickly with a spare.
I had Indian food for lunch. Excellent.
Harvard won.
After lunch, we headed to the airport for our flight home. This perfect six month old was in front of me, but it wouldn't have mattered if he'd been a little terror--I was asleep for nearly all of the ride home.
