you wonder what it’s like to play music for a living.
Typical Gig on New Year’s Eve and it's all True:
download the directions from map quest - very reliable but you still get lost.
thought to leave three hours before start time, never mind the 75 mile drive
Thanks to cell
phones, you can call others in the band for directions. They followed the
same instructions you
The gig turns
out to be for 30 people. You
show up with
‘dangerously unregulated’ sound capacity.
The venue is in
a neighborhood with no streetlights and it’s dark
is a short
door, but the
is covered with three inches of gravel
The carts can’t roll …
they drag… and
create pretty fair sized trenches.
to the bottom of your shoe. You think
it’s a bit of
gravel… but no, the heel of your left
crumbled. Bits of your shoe are strewn
behind. Oh my! It's NYE! You’re still off-loading the gear and
recently absent heel.
'How could this
happen'? They were fine when I left
the house! You think… "At least it’s only the one shoe!"
Then you discover
you’re no longer walking lopsided because the other
has gone too!
You leave a black powdery trail everywhere you travel and straight through the
residence as well.
Everyone in the
crowd speaks German and they ‘sank you’ effusively. They ask if you can start 35
minutes early. “Sure no problem,”
you say, “just let us finish bringing in the gear.” On the
you find your cell phone on the floor
and you never
fall. It happens.
The band starts without you because your
tuned. You jack-in
and suddenly discover
power supply has gone bad. There’s no
choice but to do the gig without this effect pedal. There’s no
battery. If only you still had your shoes...?
The first set
is 90 minutes long and the keyboard microphone still
and try to
chart. But the
keeps blowing the
stand. Party streamers have littered the floor.
You see them at your feet and come to realize that if this gig
doesn’t end soon you’ll be standing in a trash pile of
dance floor is
very small and
bang into the head stock of your
like standing on a cutting board while someone
chops a salad! A short speech
ensues and you stand around awkwardly while everyone
). Pretty soon you just start to join in
said. Momentary panic ensues when a few guys threaten to
heave a woman and her chair into the pool. The splash would have
drenched the band completely especially the keys!
this crowd loves
the band! You finish having played 35 minutes overtime for free. You
thank the crowd and play the final tune, then someone comes up to request
Left my Heart in San Francisco'. During the load
a speaker stand has
bottom and it won’t come
loose. Three trips later you’re out
the door. It’s now 1:40 am
and you still have
home is peppered with flashing lights as police clean up the
drunks and the crashes. Expressway traffic is jammed in a few
places. Finally around 3:30 am you arrive home. A party of
residents is just ebbing in
parking area. You leave most of
the gear in the
tomorrow. You made it.
- Everyone adoreD the flute player.