Tuesday

Tuesday was the Baja Fresh/Ventanas redux.

Not much else to say, other than the gig was four hours long.  Very long.  Two hours of House Live is good.  Four hours is very long.

I played really well, though.  I felt pretty inventive.  I didn't run out of gas.  I played a little bit of drums (with Wayne soloing on some iPhone app--it sounded really good!).

The gig was for Air BP--I'm guessing their jet fuel division?  Everything was green.  It made for good pictures.

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Monday House Live

Monday night was a House Live gig with Wayne and Jeff at Ventanas.  I should get reserved parking spot or something.  I'm there all the time!  How about a free helicopter ride?

Anyway, usual stuff...not much to report.  I decided not to bring my soprano because the gig was only two hours, and I don't have any good soprano reeds.  I am fixing that right now--I soaked a box of reeds, and now they are drying on my desk.  I'll play them this afternoon and see what which are my best prospects at the moment.  The remainder will dry for a few more hours before I put them back in their plastic sleeves and in my reed box.  My flute face is kind of out of shape because I've been so busy doing other stuff.  After a couple of hours of it, my embouchure was definitely getting tired.

Monday during the day, I did a horn section rehearsal for an upcoming gig (Halloween night at Smith's Olde Bar!) with Ben Lovett.  Ben's stuff is really cool.  I recorded some of his stuff for his latest album last year--I really don't remember.  I met up with him one night after a gig and played bass clarinet for a few hours.  The next night was a big mid-seventies Elvis brass thing.  

Anyway, we (Tom Gibson, trombone and Paul Poovey, trumpet), got together and played through the charts.  It sounded pretty good.  I think the show's going to sound good.  Here's hoping it's a packed house!  You can listen to one of Ben's tunes here.

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Saturday Night and All of Sunday (and some of Monday!)

Saturday night I played with the Yacht Rock Schooner at the Wild Wing Cafe in Suwanee.  It was really good and really easy.  I just show and blow on the sax and flute stuff.  I had pretty good reeds on both saxes, and I reached way back and pulled the flute part for Diamond Girl out of my butt.  Impressive!

A funny acoustical thing:  as we got going and got louder, the a few of the bass notes started resonating in my tenor, which caused a random low frequency feedback.  For instance, the first chord of the verse on Peg is a CMaj7, and when the bass would play a low C this low roar would begin cycling between my mic and the monitor.  Awesome!  Not really!  The sound guy couldn't figure out from where it was coming, but I knew.  Not that I said anything...

Sunday morning's church gig went pretty well.  We had to contend with a middle school choir.  They were pretty funny because they're all of that age where they're full of themselves.  It was pretty entertaining to watch their body language.

On the break (the sermon!) we went down in the basement in search of doughnuts.  I'd never been down there.  It's quite a complex, complete with rows of music offices, and video production studio (manned by three humans), a small recording studio, and rehearsal rooms.  The doughnuts were ok.

Sunday night's church gig was about average.  My soprano reeds are done!  I desperately need another box.  I need to find time to go to the music store.

Sunday afternoon and evening (and Monday morning) were all taken up with creating charts for my Halloween gig with Ben Lovett.  Big rehearsal tomorrow!

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Friday into Saturday

Last night Yacht Rock played a private party on the senior quad at Wofford College in Spartanburg, South Carolina.  We all met at Avatar, loaded the van, and waded through the Friday rush hour to get up there.

Three hours later, there we were, pulling up next to the stage in our van (with a U-Haul).  We set up, soundchecked, and ate.  Then we were off!

The gig posed two main problems for me.  First, the cold weather made my EWI react differently.  As you probably know, the thing senses breath and translates that into volume.  When the weather is hot and humid (aka "Atlanta"), it's necessary to turn down the sensitivity, or the thing plays itself.  These leads to really annoying problems like the accidental transmission of MIDI data to my laptop.  Boo.  Last night's cold and dry (aka "winter") isn't any better or worse, but I need to reset the thing to account for the cool, dry air.

The second problem, is of course, the tuning of wind instruments when the outside temperature is somewhere below 50, as it was last night.  Since I'm usually picking a saxophone once or twice a set, the thing is ice cold, and thus 20 cents flat (at least later on in the night).  So...push in!  The problem is that while I'm playing and the horn heats up, the pitch rises, so I start solos flat and nasty, and end up trying to play one handed and wrestle the mouthpiece into a better spot.  Again I say--boooo!  Then I put it down, and the next time I have to play, the whole process begins again.

Soundcheck:

Other than that, it was pretty easy.  The crowd was fine...what can I say about college seniors at a small private college (population 1,600).  They've already got the expensive attitudes.

The sound was great, by the way.  Everything on stage sounded good.  However, I think the general opinion was that the back corner (behind Bencuya) was sinking, and the longer we played, the more it appeared that I was uphill from him.  Weird.

We returned to Avatar at 3:45 AM to discover that Mark Dannells' car window had been shattered and his very nice Egnater 1x12 extension cabinet had been stolen.  Again, what can I say...people who do stuff like this need to be reprogrammed.  Dannells cursed the surrounding neighborhood at the top of his lungs for a good five minutes.  We hung out until the police showed up and filed the report.  Anyone with ANY  information should contact the Atlanta Police Department immediately:  (404) 614-6544.

Saturday, Please Pleaserock Me played the Decatur Beer Festival.  It was pretty good.  After all the gigs we've played at Smith's Oldest Bar and Park Tavern, it was nice to be on a stage where we (the horns) weren't shoulder to shoulder.  Special thanks to Greg Lee for deciding what should be in our monitor mix.  He had his own mix (and monitor), but he insisted on having the monitor guy put what he wanted in our box.  Not too cool.  This is not my first wedge, and I know what I want to hear.  Between Greg's monitor, Dannells' monitor, and the live sound on stage, I'm not sure what we would have missed if we'd only had the horns in our mix.  Maybe Greg can explain that some time.  Guest blogger?

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Thursday!

Let's begin with a couple of things from the Braves game this past Monday:

a few pictures:

a video of the National Anthem:

Acknowledge and move on.

Thursday began at the Ritz (as it should).  We got up and drove back to Atlanta, and went ahead and set our gear in the 10 High so as not to deal with it later.  Smooth move.

Thursday night we met up again and carpooled over to Ventanas for the Creative Loafing "Best of Atlanta 2010" party.  We played a one our set on about half our usual gear (I was on one keyboard and saxophones--no EWI,  Bencuya brought his Wurly and left both his keyboards at the 10 High).  Who could tell the difference, anyway?  It was fun and easy.  The Red Bull and Vodkas were free.  I did the best I could to keep up.  

That show wasn't too bad.  I couldn't hear a single note I played (on keyboard), as there were no keyboard amps.  I played by sight and hoped it sounded correct.

On saxophone, I had to chuck my tenor reed--it just wasn't happening.  

Sometimes you just have to give up  on it.  It was dull and dead and kind of mushy, even though it was fairly new. I do work on my reeds to balance them and make them play as efficiently as I can, but at some point I think you have to throw them away if they're not working.  I can always hear  (even in a reed that's not there yet), whether there's something in there, or it's just a crappy piece of cane.

We moved over to the 10 High (after a brief spot on the red carpet).

The set there was pretty good.  It didn't get very sloppy, so it was pretty fun.  I kept my amp turned down--it occurred to me that every week I push the volume up higher and higher, and I'm blowing out my left ear. I think I'm seeing (hearing) the light.

We started the set with Heart Hotels.  I've got my keyboard part down.  My Michael Brecker part is still a work in progress--because it's usually the only spot where I improvise a solo the entire night (pretty much every other solo is whatever was played on the record) I tend to go crazy and try and play an entire gig's worth of notes.  I need to relax.  They're major seventh chords!  Calm down!

Perhaps you've heard this beautiful mashup of Imagine and Jump.  Here's a version by the great Mark Dannells!

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Yachting on Lake Oconee

Yacht Rock played a private party at the Ritz at Lake Oconee last night.  It was a pretty easy gig, and they got us rooms there for the night.  How sweet is that?!

When we turned up at the rehearsal space to load gear into the van, Sugarland was there conducting tour rehearsals.  No doubt tweaking Jennifer Nettles' fake twang.

We stopped for gas somewhere.  Bencuya didn't want to.

Soundcheck looked like this:

The Ritz is really nice.  The weather was fairly uncooperative--we set up with no cover, and then a cloud sprinkled on us, so we moved inside.  After that, it never rained again.

My highlight of the night occurred on Peg.  I got kind of funky (for me, anyway), on my clav part.  I'm a long way from Stevie Wonder, but at least I'm not playing chord, chord, chord.  

We're back in town for the day to do a couple of gigs, and then out again tomorrow!  Stay tuned for more.

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Charles River

I always thought Charles River was a river;  turns out it's a drug company.  I think these people might have been on some Charles River medications.

We did a House Live gig for them last night at the Omni.

Wayne.

Jeremy.

They were an annoying, drunk bunch.  We endured lots of people trying to talk to us while we were playing.  Multiple people walked up on stage to talk to Jeremy (the DJ).  By the end of the night, there were more than ten people sitting on the front of the stage at my feet, and occasionally the fat girl would fall over backwards and almost the microphone stand or my instruments.  We had requests (we're not even playing songs!) for Dave Brubeck and salsa.

Here's my personal highlight of the night:  we're playing, right?  We're background music--we're setting the vibe of the party.  Keep in mind that It sounds something like this, and I'm just improvising over it.  As I'm switching from flute to saxophone, a girl starts yelling to me, so (for some dumb reason) I lean down to hear what she wants.


She:  "Do you know what the next song is?"

Me:  "No."

She:  "Can you ask the DJ to play something more upbeat?"

Me:  "This isn't upbeat?"

She:  "What's the next song?"

Me:  "Inagaddadavida."

She:  "What?"

Me:  "Inagaddadavida."

She stares blankly.

Me:  "It's a classic.  You're gonna love it.  It's upbeat."

She stares blankly.

She:  "What's the next song?"

Me:  "Inagaddadavida."

She stares blankly.

She:  "It sounds really good."

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