St. Thomas

Yacht Rock played a pretty fantastic gig in St. Thomas, USVI Tuesday night.  Because of travel, we got there Monday afternoon and left late Wednesday morning.  Sweet trip!

Monday:  Fly day.  I'd stayed up most of the night working and packing, so I slept for the entire flight.

Greg Lee and Mark Cobb were unavailable for this gig, so we brought Tom Young and Ganesh Giri Jaya from the Yacht Rock Schooner along.

Backline was limited, so in addition to carrying saxophones and my EWI rig, we had to bring all four keyboards (plus a guitar and bass in road cases).
 

We also brought Kip!  Yay!

The roads of St. Thomas are pretty drastic, moving from the coast up into the mountains pretty quickly.

We happened upon a wreck.

The band was put up at the Ritz--individual rooms!  Nice.  We were greeted with some kind of rum drink upon arrival.

There was also some small food, which we devoured while we waited to be checked in.

Golf cart rides to our rooms.

Immediately after checking in, I realized that I'd left my suitcase at the airport, so Kip and I rode all the way back, grabbed it, and repeated the process.

Tuesday:  The view from my room.

I got up, had some coffee, and went for a run.

Later, I had lunch at a restaurant on the beach, and put it on the Underhill's tab.

Saw an iguana, watchin' the game, chillin'.

Our gig was at Iggie's.  The set up was a little bit difficult because the space wasn't ideal.  We were originally going to be on the beach (on a small stage), but it was ruled out because of the possibility of rain.  Instead, we were in the corner of an outdoor restaurant.  Nice view!

This gig wasn't ideal.  Between the set up (these kinds of keyboard stands are difficult because the legs get in the way of the pedals, and both keyboards are flat, making the top one difficult to use) and the subs, and the resulting different sound, I could never get comfortable.  I didn't play very well, though I had a pretty good solo on Takin' it to the Streets.  Most of the night, I felt like I was chasing everybody else.

Wednesday:  After another good night of sleep, I got up and practiced a little bit before we left.

All was going according to plan until thunderstorms caused us to be diverted to Charleston for refueling.  That added an extra couple of hours of sitting in the seat.  The old lady next to me was very nervous and confused about the entire afternoon.

Finally, we made it back to Atlanta!

Saturday

Woah...I almost had to play a cover band gig--the kind where they play Brick House and September and probably a couple of Bruno Mars songs, and I hate myself for submitting to such bullshit in the name of money.  Luckily, I had a hold for a trio gig, and it came through, saving me from all.  They probably would have wanted me to wear all black, too.  Fuck that shit.

Instead, I had a jazz gig with David Ellington and Craig Shaw at a showing for an upscale house in North Druid Hills that had just been remodeled.  I managed to talk the client out of having us set up under a tent in the soggy backyard (closer to the power! electronics and standing water are not a good mix!).  We moved to the patio.  Better.

It's funny when you get details for a gig from someone who doesn't deal with little trios.  We had forty-five minutes for "set up" (pulls saxophone from gig bag, puts reed on mouthpiece...2 minutes);  thirty minutes for "dinner" (which was appetizers from the caterer--a piece of cheese, a piece of bread, a crab cake, some kind of ham sandwich the size of a quarter, and something that looked like a cracker with slugs on it), and then forty-five minutes for "soundcheck."  I would rather they'd said "Show up by 6:30 and be ready to play at 7.  No food."  I should have mentioned it to the agent.

The gig itself was fairly painless, though I was pretty tired, sweaty, and tired of sweating.  Outdoor gigs in Atlanta are never well conceived--too hot, too cold, or too much pollen.  The set up, dinner and soundcheck were pretty uncomfortable, but by the time we began the actual gig, the sun had set behind the trees, the rain was long gone, and it was ok.

The house was flawless, by the way.  Beautiful inside and out.  When I get famous...

Anyway, check it out.  Basically, it's trio versions of the Dave and Dave Duo.  At one point, there's some pretty heavy stomping on one and three--Dave and Craig were testing out Hal Galper's masterclass instructions to do so.  I'll stick with two and four, thank you very much.

Friday

I spent lunch time at Georgia Tech on Friday, giving my time and brain to researchers interested in viewing the brains of improvising musicians.  After sliding me into an MRI, they had me sing a Charlie Parker tune and then improvise/scat sing for two choruses.  This alternated with imagining the Charlie Parker tunes and imagining the improvisations.  I'm pretty sure I fell asleep a few times, but the researchers didn't seem to mind or notice.  I made fifty bucks, too.

Here's a cross section of my head.

After that, it was off to the Park Tavern to sweat with the Yacht Rock Revue.  This one came close to selling out, which was nice.

Instead of setting the stage up facing the back of the building, the Park Tavern set us up facing Piedmont Park.  I think I like it better this way.  It's never made sense to me how the PA is supposed to hit all the people when they're three times as wide as the stage.

Lots of griping after the gig about the in ear mixes (is the honeymoon already over?), but I was cool with my mix, and I like leaving the Park Tavern without feeling like my ears had been hollowed out with a screwdriver.

On the break, our dressing room was overrun by...I don't know who all of those people were.  The security guy was new, and I don't think he turned anyone away.  Not impressive.

We haven't played Sara's Smile in a minute, and I missed the ending.  Forever in Blue Jeans was ok for me, and Careless Whisper was no big deal.

Thursday

The Dave and Dave Duo, back at JCT Kitchen.  The last time we played JCT, we got mostly set up and then the rain came, so we had to reset inside the bar.  Boo.  Playing inside the bar is HORRIBLE!    It's a concrete and glass box, and the people inside get louder and louder as they shout over each other.  Ellington and I are in agreement that we would rather forfeit the paycheck than play in there.  It's miserable for us, nobody's listening (they're all reenacting updated versions of St. Elmo's Fire), and the staff pretty much hates us for not playing something hipster approved.

So...right as we arrived on Thursday, a line of thunderstorms was bearing down on the west side of Atlanta.  We decided to wait it out for fifteen minutes.  Still no rain, so we began to build our set up, which naturally caused the drops to begin.  After back and forth with...a manager?...a bar back?...the guy in charge of the PA!...we negotiated to play outside but in the covered corner at the top of the stairs.  Perfect for us.  I wouldn't mind setting us there every time.  We had quite a few people right up against us until the rain finally passed for good, and then it ended up being a pretty comfortable night as they finally spread out on the patio.

We were a little rusty--I hadn't played a jazz gig since the last Dave and Dave gig (five weeks previously), and Ellington hadn't thought about these tunes very much since then either.  Still, the results were pretty good!  Check it out.



The next Dave and Dave Duo gig is Thursday, July 23, 6-9 PM at JCT Kitchen and Bar.

Up To Chicago

The Yacht Rock Revue headed up to Chicago this past weekend via Chattanooga and then Louisville. An usual string of cities for us, but it turned out to be three great gigs in a row.

Thursday:  we convened at our usual meeting place pretty early to load the trailer and head to Chattanooga for our first stop at the Riverbed Festival.  I was operating on a couple of hours of sleep, so I slept the whole way.

We set up and sound checked around 12:30 PM on a nice stage.

I'm not sure what I imagined myself doing in this picture.

After a pretty good lunch, I went back to our green room and passed out on the floor for a few more hours.  Sleeping on a hardwood floor is not the best;  I was so stiff when I finally woke up, I thought I wouldn't be able to stand up.

Our stage for the evening.  A jam band from Nashville opened for us.  I think they were probably better than they sounded--their front of house mix was pretty rough.  I gave up pretty quickly and took a stroll.  Not far from our stage the Humane Society had a dog adoption tent set up, and I briefly considered adopting a hound/lab mix, but I wasn't sure how well we'd do with a dog in the van.

We started at 8 PM.  Nice gig!  The crowd filled out pretty nicely--estimates were a couple of thousand.  We had both Kip and Zach for this run, so the sound was good and consistent.  Those guys really make the gigs easy for us.

After a long hiatus, Baker Street has finally returned to song rotation.

Friday:  We drove a few hours and stopped for barbecue in Nashville, where we met up with our booking agent.  Great food.  I had a sammich, mac and cheese, green beans, and tea.

The afternoon drive was a snooze fest.  Lots of nothing.

We made it to Louisville and loaded into the Mercury Ballroom.  We played here a year ago;  they've finished building a really good green room, and the room still looks and sounds good...plus we had Zach and Kip.

Turtle still showed up again after soundcheck.

Another nice gig!  This one had especially great sound in the in ears--we collectively guessed that the room had enough natural reverb to fill out the sound coming through all of the vocal mics.

We had maybe two hundred people show up.  While that's not a particularly impressive number, it's around three times more people than we had last year, so it's definitely an improvement.  We hung out and talked to lots of people after the show;  I once again had to answer questions about whether or not I was really playing the saxophone or just pretending.

After the gig, Monkeyboy was pretending to flip out about something, and he threw a water bottle that hit the wall and exploded all over Pete.  Oops.

Saturday:  Chicago bound.  Somebody in southern Indiana smells really bad.

I slept until lunch in Indianapolis, and then drove the rest of the way to the gig.  Kip was navigator.

The wind farm on I-65 in northern Indiana.

We played Joe's Bar on Weed Street.  It's a sports bar with a pretty big stage in the back room.  We played late (10:30 PM), following the Stanley Cup Finals game (the Chicago Blackhawks were playing Tampa Bay).  Chicago won 2-1.

We discovered some strange radio interference on the stage, and Kip and Zach quickly figured out that we wouldn't be able to use wireless microphones.  Fortunately, they'd brought regular mics and cables.  I'm so glad we didn't have to personally deal with that (or sit around while the in house production figured it out).

Another strange thing about this gig.  They got the name right on their marquee and the website...

The O in rock is upside down.  It bugs me.

...but they twenty or so TVs in the room all said "Yacht Music Revue" during our show.  What the hell?

Anyway...massive crowd for the gig--550 people, and they stayed there for the entire gig.  Absent from our gig, however were members of the band Rush, who were rumored to be planning to attend.  Unsurprisingly, they failed to show.

Chicago was great!  Love it!

We crawled into our hotel rooms around 2:30 AM.

Sunday:  we were all up in time to catch the 7 AM shuttle to O'hare for the flight home.  Ouch.  As much as I hate getting up that early, flying home beats two days in the van headed back to Georgia.

Kip and Zach drove our gear back.

Our next gig is this Friday at Park Tavern.  https://www.xorbia.com/e/pleaserock/yrrjunept2015

Sunday

Gigs on Sunday are generally great.  It's a bonus gig.  Yacht Rock played some kind of corporate party at Stats downtown, up on their rooftop patio.  It was pretty hot, but I'm glad I remembered to bring a tarp to keep my gear out of the sun.

This one was a pretty sleepy gig.  Once the sun went down, we couldn't see or hear much of the crowd (because of sunglasses and in ears).  It felt like we were playing a gig in a dark, empty room.

In the second set, the crowd got a little closer and paid us a little more attention.  I'd guess there were two hundred people there, and maybe seventy-five were engaged with the band.

The real highlight of the evening happened after the gig when we went to get our cars from the parking deck across the street.  We'd been given vouchers so we wouldn't have to pay, but evidently we needed our original parking tickets as well.  The moron who worked the parking garage couldn't solve this one - they have the voucher but no ticket!  What do I do?  I'll call my manager.  Parking lot attendants are not independent thinkers.

In the mean time, Peter ran back across the street, retrieved the original parking tickets, and got us out of there.  Those idiots are probably still trying to figure it out.

We're on the road this week, playing the Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga on Thursday night, the Mercury Lounge in Louisville on Friday night, and Joe's Bar in Chicago Saturday night.  See our website www.yachtrockrevue.com for details and ticket links.