Another Weekend

Another weekend come and gone, a significant chunk of which I spent asleep in the van.

Friday:  no gig, but I caught the big CD release show for Indianapolis Jones at the Goat Farm.  Indianapolis Jones is Nick's original band, and also has Mark Cobb on drums.  Great stuff!  Their album is super good, and their show was equally spectacular.

Video!

Saturday:  Yacht Rock played a wedding in St. Simons.  Yay gig, boo long car ride.  Any ride that involves driving to Savannah is a bummer.  Fortunately, I slept a lot.

We stopped for lunch at Subway.

We were Constantly Awesome for this gig, which means a much broader mix of tunes instead of the late 70s/early 80s boundaries of our main gig.  The CA gigs are fun--Bencuya usually does much of the keyboard work, and I play along on my side.  For this particular gig, he was out of town, though, which meant that I had the opportunity to play some of his parts.  Very cool!  Particularly fun were the Beatles tunes with Billy Preston on keyboard, such as Don't Let Me Down and Get Back.  

The reception was at the edge of a marsh.  I bet it gets really buggy here in the summer, but for this weekend the weather (and this setting) was just about perfect.

Sunday:  We drove home.  I slept most of the way.  So did Pete.

Sunday night I was back at my church gig.  I think someone's back to messing with the amplifier settings again, as my spot for the main faders was much louder than the previous couple of weeks.

I thought I spied the trumpet player from Easter and I got freaked out that she might be coming to beat me up after our last gig together.  It was enough to keep me awake for the entire service.  I guess it wasn't her, though.  Good thing.

Another week awaits!

Trio #2

I had a really good trio gig tonight, this time with Nick Rosen on keyboard (Kevin Smith on bass).  This was connected to some kind of tour of homes--we were in a big tent next to a Buckhead mansion.

The toughest part of this one was getting there.  All three of us fought the traffic to get there, and once we dumped our gear at the site, we had to park a few miles away and ride a shuttle back to the house.  Kevin ended up going directly to the parking place and bringing his bass on the shuttle in order to save some time (and frustration).  At the end of the night we got to reverse it--ride the shuttle back to our vehicles, then drive to the house and pick up our gear.

Playing was really fun on this one.  They requested that we play lots of "familiar" songs (no love for the David Freeman Songbook?).  We still managed to cover several a few of my tunes.  In particular, I think tonight's versions of Kenny's House and Silverite, two tunes we debuted last night, sounded really good.  I was in such a good mood, I didn't even mind that much that some big butted lady knocked my microphone over into my horns.  Thanks, though.

I think T.I. was there.  I'm not positive, but the dude looked a lot like him.

Anyway, check it out the music.  Tonight's mix was waaaaay better than last night's Kenny-fest.

Trio #1

I played a fun two hour trio gig with Kevin Smith and Kenny Banks Jr last night.  Some kind of corporate background music situation.  As usual, we let 'em have two hours of my originals!  Take that!  We were 100 percent ignored (though a handler stopped by the stage at one point to encourage us to move more quickly from one tune to the next).  Little did they know that we were allowing them to hear the world premier of not one but TWO new DBF compositions.

I recorded off the mixer (I set up a PA, but we didn't need it).  Not my greatest mix, obviously, unless you are trying to steal Kenny's licks.  Check it out, especially our first attempts at Kenny's House and Silverite (the two new ones).  Fun for us!

Saturday into Sunday

I've been delayed in writing this by Hank Mobley's Soul Station.  Just as awesome and singing as the first time I heard it.



Saturday:  Yacht Rock played a big party at the Atlanta Athletic Club--the third year in a row we've played this event.  They're into it from the first note, so it's always fun.  The first year we were outside, but now they do it in their indoor tennis facility, which is way better--less pollen, less direct sunlight during set up/soundcheck.

Ugh.  Speaking of soundcheck, we had one of the longest, most brutal sound checks ever.  It was at least an hour and a half, maybe two hours of boredom and frustration.  We eventually got what we needed (or could live with for one gig), but the path there was mind numbing.

The gig itself was great.  These people are cool, and their women are hot and expensive.  More of that, please, especially if they'll help load our gear out at the end of the night.  Maybe next year?

Sunday:  I'm back to only having my PM church gig.  I hope everybody at my AM church gig is severely disappointed that I'm not there anymore.

The PM church gig was pretty good.  They had some dudes come and check the sound system, and discovered that G is an extremely resonant note in the cathedral.  Yep--evidence of that at last week's mass.  What they're going to do about it remains to be seen.  In the mean time, I will keep doing what I'm doing.

Afterwards, I went to Smith's Olde Bar to check out Jake Clemons (nephew of Clarence Clemons, Springsteen saxophonist).  I guess I should've investigated it beforehand--not what I was expecting.  He played a sax solo on part of the first tune, but the rest of the time he played acoustic guitar.  I ended up watching more of this gig than I wanted only so I could get a picture of him with his horn for my blog, but it didn't happen, and I had to leave.  I wasn't into it at all.  I guess I was expecting there to be lots of saxophone--maybe some kind of a soul band with him singing and taking solos?  It was more like watching a Northpoint band play a set.

I woke up on the couch in the middle of the night.  Thus the week ended.

The Beatles of Buford

Last night, Please Pleaserock Me (Yacht Rock Revue plays The Beatles) ventured beyond our home at Smith's Olde Bar to try some Beatles at 37 Main in Buford, Georgia.  I think we had a very successful first night!

37 Main is a pretty cool place--the sound system is pretty good and the sound guys know what they are doing.  The staff/management there is also very easy to work with.  It's a good gig (even though it is FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR away).

We had Rob Opitz joining us on trumpet for this gig.  Excellent playing!  Working in a horn section situation is fun with a guy like Rob--he plays the charts very accurately and shows up prepared for the gig.

I hope that we can get back to doing a regular (monthly) Beatles gig--maybe more if we can get into a rotation with Smith's, 37 Main, and the soon-to-be-open 37 Main Johns Creek.  It's easy (for me) and fun, and we've begun playing some of the really cool solo stuff, such as What is Life off George Harrison's All Things Must Pass, Watching the Wheels by John Lennon, and Band on the Run by Paul McCartney.  Great records!

Mild Terror

Unusual gig this morning...I was hired to play the National Anthem for a couple of thousand people for a big luncheon at the World Congress Center.  The Star Spangled Banner is not the kind of song you want to screw up, and playing solo makes it that much more of a tightrope!

I sound checked at 10:15 AM.  I successfully played it, albeit pretty straight.  One of the handlers (wearing not one but TWO headsets at the same time!) asked if I could "jazz it up" a little.  I worry about stuff like that--have you ever heard anybody complain that the National Anthem was too straight?  Me neither.  I wanted to then do something like this:

or even this:

but I chickened out.  I can't do either of those, anyway.  Maybe next time.

Following my three minutes of sound checking (and photo session), I was led to my own dressing room.  I hung out there by myself for a couple of hours.  It was numbing.

Not much to do except mess around with "jazz it up" ideas.

Both chairs felt the same, by the way.

The gig was ok.  I was pretty tight.  Right around the time I was relaxing, I was walking off stage.  At least I looked good!

No Sleep til Monday!

I had a tough Saturday into Sunday;  basically once I woke up Saturday morning, I subsisted on naps until Sunday night (when I passed out on the couch).  In between, gigs!

Saturday:  Yacht Rock played a wedding in Chattanooga.  About as easy as a wedding can be--the waiting between soundcheck and the playing was the hardest (and longest part).  I would bet that we hung around for almost four hours.  Lots of time staring at our phones, both in the green room and in a coffee shop up by the art museum.

We had a sub on drums:  Cole McSween from The Shadowboxers (an excellent Atlanta band).  He did a fantastic job!  Definitely one of the most prepared subs we've ever had.

The reception was one long set of approximately an hour and forty-five minutes.  No problem.  I'd rather play than sit around even more than we already had.

Kip and Zach ran sound.  We were in a tent outside next to the Tennessee Aquarium.  The stage sounded great.  Those guys are worth every penny.

Load out was pretty easy, and we were headed for home before 12:30 AM.

By the time I got home, ate something, and put my gear away, it was around 4 AM, which hurt really badly when I got up for my Easter gigs at 6:30 AM.

Sunday:  Easter gigs!  I played three services at one church, and then my usual PM gig.

8:30 AM.  Not my most awake or aware.  We played in the gym.  Not much to report.  The binders with the music were for a different mass, so we were constantly shuffling music between players to get things in the right key.  My brain wasn't quite up to full speed for this one, though I did play the Top Gun theme over half a dozen of the songs we played.  I can be your wingman any time.

10:30 AM.  I played alongside the choir for this one.  By this time, my coffee had worn off.  I played pretty well, though, and found a couple of spots to do some good stuff.

12:30 PM.  Mentally, I was fading, but the music was the best of the three.  The best combination of players (and my third look at the music) made this one really good, and really fun.  I'll miss playing with these guys a ton.

From here, I went and had dinner with my parents before racing home for a thirty minute nap.

My PM gig was, uh...interesting.  A trumpet player was there because...nothing says Easter like a trumpet?  The weird thing was that we had the trumpet, but she played no fanfares.  No special arrangements to showcase the fact that ON THIS DAY, WE HAVE A TRUMPET PLAYER!  Instead, she played the melody along with the vocalists, and also me when I was playing the melody.  I didn't get it at all.  So djembe, acoustic piano, and then three female vocalists and a trumpet and a flute all playing in UNISON.  I don't think the trumpet played anything above the staff for the entire hour.  For a few songs, she sat out and I did my usual improvisational stuff, but the rest of it was arranged middle school band style.

I really wanted to take a picture of the trumpeter for my blog, but I think she would've beaten me up, and I was really tired and just wanted to get through the gig.

The highlight of the gig had nothing to do with music, though.  The priest's microphone desperately needed some EQ, and there was some lowish feedback that followed every word he said.  It finally exploded like a tornado siren about two thirds of the way through!  Forty-five to sixty seconds of full blast air horn (if you want to know, it was a G in the staff--that's how bored I was.  I figured out what note his feedback was based on my relative pitch from the song we'd just played).  He fumbled around and finally turned his microphone off to kill it.  That woke me up.

That was that.  This week, Please Pleaserock Me is taking the Beatles to 37 Main in Buford on Friday night.  How many times will we have to explain that we're not the Yacht Rock Schooner?  On Saturday, the Yacht Rock Revue is playing a pretty cool private event in Duluth (Atlanta Athletic Club).  This is our third year on the AAC gig.  The scenery is very nice.

Back in S.O.B.

Please Pleaserock Me (Yacht Rock plays the Beatles) was back for our almost monthly show at Smith's Olde Bar.  We sold it out!

Playing these songs is a nice change of pace, not only because they're not the Yacht Rock set list, but also because I play almost nothing but saxophone.

It was unfortunate that our load in occurred during an afternoon of rain.  The water coming off the roof made for a wet gauntlet going up and down the stairs with gear.

There have been a couple of improvements in the dressing rooms.  Gone are the couch and the crappy plywood shelf, replaced with a couple of much nicer benches and built in refrigerators.  Very nice.  Also, it doesn't smell like cat pee anymore.  Hopefully they'll rebuild the men's restroom next.  It might be cleaner to pee in the alley.

The gig went pretty well.  I didn't have much to offer--I played alright, but there wasn't anything special about what I did.

We crashed and burned on the end of Hello Goodbye.  I think Nick missed a verse.

Darren English joined us trumpet for the evening.

Full room!  Very cool.

We're doing this stuff again next Friday night at 37 Main in Buford.  See you there!