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Topic: What's it take to play a "Bad Gig"? |
Eric West
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 1:26 pm |
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Since most Pedal Steel Players are in the "more advanced" caste...
I'm not going to say that any of my recent ones were "bad". ( repeated 100 times..)
I've had hundreds of 'em so bad that if I were offered the chance to wrestle a group of wild Pygmies for a half hour, hog tied and blindfolded, for 50-150 bucks, I'd take it, sight unseen. (Outnumbering the "good ones" but about 33.45%)
There is a point where you steel yourself for the gig, with getting your sound "just right" or having a new change or lick that you're going to try on "Truck Drivin Man", some Travis picking you're going to play over "That's Alright", or a dozen other things to "get through it".
Ususally *it* "lasts" about a set and a half.
Then trying to play any kind of solo over a rushing drummer, ( or a dragging one, I guess though they're the "exception"..), Playing against a rythym guitar that makes the out of tune lead guitar sound in tune an a bass player that hasn't learned the three chord songs that are being trashed in a year or so, so the initial silence of the bass part is actually one of the high points. Then the vocals, though they're mercifully out of the range that would loosen teeth, let alone fillings should they be in the range of your instrument ( or your monitor which you've unplugged).
At a certain point, whatever demons or imps of Heck find a crack in your musical armor, and stream into your soul, with their chaotic scalpels and miniature meat axes and skull saws ripping away your cerebral cortex, and attack the very fiber of your musical soul. The morning of the next day finds you wondering why you aren't coughing up blood.
Then, the Next night.
Somehow it SEEMS that all involved have had a mild awakening. The intros are there. the tuning is better, the thought that it "really wasn't that bad last night" threatens to fill your mind, or what's left of it.
That lasts through about a set and a half. Then the demons and imps come out in full force for a full assault. Pictures of the crucifiction in the first person take hold and replace clock watching. To "regular people" the club is empty. To you, it is just filled with scenes and denizens from Dante's Inferno on some hitherto undocumented substrata, well below the pools of fecal slush, and hordes of stinging gnats.
Well, then the bartender "lets you go" 15 minutes early, you start thinking of jokes to tell, tell them while you're ripping your chords and plugs out cooly but sharply, somtimes ripping the jacks off and not bothering to wind them up, load up your rig, and go back in and stand by the bar feeling like Lee Harvey Oswald must have felt waiting for his ticket to the theatre, to get yourself paid. Though your etherical being is already miles away in total flight, your entertainer's body is there waiting for ehough money to pay your months' electric bill. When it gets there, the "car accident eternity" happens while you thank them. beg off the "after work" free drink, tell them you'll see them at the next gig, thank them profusely.
And SPLIT.
The ride home is a mixture of glee, rage, and remembrance of too many broken resolutions not to "do it again". The two fifties are on the dashboard as a visual reference point and mile post markers remind you that "nobody saw it".
Then comes the Day After.
You know that you'd BETTER set up your guitar and plug it in. You're sitting hoping some inanity on the Bulletin Boards you frequent will draw your attention into some controversy that will help dull your memory.
THEN. As if by magic, you play your "excersizes", your "mentor" appears and smiles at you after your thumb gets working again. You're OK. Pretty much..
Your Next gig is one where you KNOW that it will all be reversed. It is one where the "imps and demons" are replaced by friendly spirits and cherubim, your music and practice are rewarded with magical gaining of ability.
You're playing those Paul Franlkin and Emmons licks like you wrote 'em. "Brokenheartsville" come off just like the record.
The "load out, and payout" doesn't take long enough. There is a "basking".
You're Reborn.
At least until you find out that "there aren't any more new bookings"...
The next week?
Heaven, or Hell, just like the Waylon Jennings song...
Flip a coin.
Well, here's my observation. From a Bush League standpoint:
Playing live music with ANY band is like a total rearangement of the psyche. Like a Cold Water swim. Probably like electroshock treatments (though I've not as yet experienced them). Like Chinese Water Torture™ Body Piercing,or Marathon Running.
For better or worse, I and many here and elsewhere, live lives where a regular "wringing out" is needed, expected, built up for, and is the "drug" to which many of us are seriously addicted to. Those that have "broken this addiction" I sometimes envy. Often it "denial to the death" (and lives filled with co-dependents).
"The Money" is an artful dodge to be able to rationalise playing the "bad ones" and a slightly egotistical topping on the "good ones". You can claim that "it's just the money" on the former, and that "money doesn't mean anything compared to the 'Joy of Playing®' " on the latter.
I can imagine a "top shelf guy" (or gal) going through this, and as a matter of fact I've seen and heard it on 'live feeds', though few of them can be public about their observations.
No theorum, no solution except to "plug it back in".
Just a couple observations.
My Sho~Bud awaits..
( after I reattach a couple plug ends...)
EJL
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[This message was edited by Eric West on 09 November 2003 at 01:31 PM.] |
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Gary Lee Gimble
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Fredericksburg, VA.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 1:47 pm
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Since I just finished the spell check on my thesis, "what's it take" to read long a$$ post?
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Eric West
From:
Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 1:54 pm
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GLG
I always try to leave anough mispellings and poor sentense stricture, showing that it wasn't ritten by my staph of riters.
EJL
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I can stop any time I want to, just not today. Maybe after the Next Good Gig.
I don't hide my guitar. I can't find anyplace that hasn't got harley parts stuffed away.
It doesn't make me miss work. There isn't any.
And I'm NOT in DENIAL. I'm NOT, I'M NOT, I'M NOT!!!
At "Interventions" I just play so loud that I don't here their well intentioned testimonials. They just put money in my tip jar and go home.
[This message was edited by Eric West on 09 November 2003 at 02:05 PM.] |
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Terry Edwards
From:
Florida... livin' on spongecake...
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 1:54 pm
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Yep.
Addiction is hell. With just enough good feeling moments to keep you addicted.
There's always Bette Ford.
(hello...my name is Eric and I'm a Shobud addict...)
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Bill Llewellyn
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San Jose, CA
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 4:28 pm
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| Bad gig? Well, as for me, I have yet to be boo-ed off stage or anything like that. Hey wait, I have yet even to get on a stage with PSG. Oh, well. |
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slick
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Calhoun Georgia
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 5:31 pm
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SAY WHAT???DAMM!!!Eric i hope someone has you locked away in the basement in a straight jacket.I suspect you that you are mentaly discombubilated.At times you seem to be totaly catywampusfied.You can say less using more words than anyone on either forum.
Do your fingers ever get tired or is someone else doing the typing?
Yo Buddy
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Rick Collins
From:
Claremont , CA USA
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 5:52 pm
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| Beat the hell out of the drummer. You'll feel better. |
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Eric West
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Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Eric West
From:
Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 6:14 pm
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Oh Rick. Actually there was a point outside a Holiday Inn in Grand Prairie where I came close to that solution 15 years ago. I told him that he should evenly split his wages among those of us that kept the rythym. I answered every question posed, and looked deep into his eyes just before the point where I was going to put his lights out.
When I gazed into them I was stunned. It was like looking over a cliff. There was the absolute nothingness that eastern religions strive so hard for. Perfect and Pristine Non Rythym.
It remains there to this day. Punching him would be like knocking over a statue of Bodhisatva. I'm resolved that inner semi-righteous rage will conquer ignorant inner peace. It always has.
There are three types of drummers. One that preferably has the best and most subtle rythym sense of the band. They are mostly gone working with top name bands or working the family landscape business.
#2 does everything he can think of to drive you and the band crazy, and they do it on purpose.
#3 doesn't have a clue why people are so hard for him to follow, and hopes they don't hate him for not being able to... But then he feels inwardly that since everybody is in such a state of frustration in the bands he works with, that having no rythym sense makes him no worse than people that are puking up blood trying to solo.
Punching #3 doesn't do anything but make you feel like a mean person.
#2 you can take him in the back room at break and ususlly straighten him out. I'm usually not the one that has to do it in my case, I just go get a coke and it's handled b4 the next set..
Beating people up as a management or communication tool only works well in the short term, when there is a high turnover.
I already thought of it..
EJL[This message was edited by Eric West on 09 November 2003 at 06:21 PM.] |
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Donny Hinson
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Glen Burnie, Md. U.S.A.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 7:54 pm
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Who you play music with is your own personal decision. If you play continually in a situation that isn't to your liking, you have no one to blame but yourself. Personally, if I don't think a gig will be a "good one", I don't play! Most of the gigs around here are 5 hours (9p.m.-2a.m.), and when you include travel and setup, you're tying up about 7 hours. There's too many other good ways to make $10-$15 an hour for me to get stressed out about not playing music. I've also found that your learning curve will be much faster if you play with more accomplished players than if you play with those who are less accomplished.
Now sometimes, I do enjoy a gig with "beginners" (if they are really trying), but as the old saying goes "attitude is everything", and mine isn't always the best. I'll not put up with the crap I did 40 years ago just to say "I'm playing all the time!" I cherry-pick the best from the jobs I'm offered, and if that means I only do one gig a every month or two, so be it. |
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Bobby Lee
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Cloverdale, California, USA
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 8:00 pm
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To me, the worst gigs are the ones where the other musicians are bitching about something. I just hate that. The crowd usually can't bring me down, and if some of the players aren't all that good, well, at least they're trying. But when another musicians gets a bug up his butt, it pretty much ruins the gig for me.
The people I play with nowadays all have real good attitudes.
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Ray Montee
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Portland, Oregon (deceased)
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 8:55 pm
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Hey there......ole Eric.
You described my experience of late. Were YOU there watching from the sidelines? I nearly packed up the gear in the second set to head home. All of the pre-gig packing, anticipation and prep, including the long long drive, was trashed by a few ugle remarks by the leader.
At that point, MONEY, no longer mattered. The ugly glares, the snide, personal, cutting remarks directed at me by the leader, were not the norm in my playing experiences. "That drummer" had set up in the middle of the small stage, more tubs and chrome bars and posts than I've ever seen before. There was barely enough room for my LA-400 (small amp) the lead guys small Fender amp to sit side by side. I had to sit sidewise with my Emmons in order to have room on the stage.
Repeatedly, the song title would be garbled in some other direction, other than in mine. When I asked "say what?"....I'd get this repititious 1-4-5-7-5-4 "hike" routine which still told me NOTHING in regards to a kick-off....since I couldn't determine the title of the tune to be played. All I'd get were more of those disgusted and angry looks.
Oh well........first time out in a year. Don't need to do that again.........right?
You guys from back east and down south, now don't take Eric and Me wrong. There have been some really great groups out west here to work with. At this point in time however, there are truly only a couple worth one's time and I do enjoy hearing them play.
Just don't think Eric is exagerating, okay?
After sixty some years, perhaps I should also take up booze and getting drunk so I can enjoy taking cheap shots my fellow working musicians. For some reason, "they" just fail to see that dark cloud that is growing in intensity that is hanging over their heads. Oh well..........
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Eric West
From:
Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 9:23 pm
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***Post edit after reading Ray's post***
Ray Ray ( I was writing after you posted, and this is an Edit... I can probably guess. (tee hee )
Nobody should think that I don't "pass" on gigs, or that I don't "pass on" gigs. Either way you've seen me "in combat" and I think you can attest that when you have, it's not Me that these "bad attitudes" come from. You've known me for 25 years and seen damn near all of the bands I've been with, and still play with. I thank you for your kind words, jibes,and even the [i[cold[/i] french fries.
Some of the gigs I've been on "because of the fight", found me and the band I was in opening, closing for or accompanying national acts. In the last month. They were Good Gigs. The Good was well worth The Bad, that's for sure.
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Mr's Hinson and Quasar.
Well I'll certainly not dispute the wisdom that comes with age. Even at 50.
I do envy those that can cherry pick, and have certainly earned the priveledge. Before getting a hundred bucks for a months worth of electricity again became a little more than a slight inconvenience, I cherry picked too. Believe me, I will again.
Similarly those that choose the path with the least adversity. They have their rewards verily. I've never seemed to be one of them, so I wouldn't know.
It might be noted that the good gigs I find are just as strenuous or moreso, and I don't get "called down" too much for stating my enjoyment of them. I've had fulfillment way beyond what many experienced that I wouldn't have gotten if I'd stayed at home enjoying "the good attitudes" of those close to me or a "good old easy critter club gig". Maybe the "downs" do make me more appreciative of the "ups".
Kind of like my other job, the enjoyment is not as much in the doing, as in the being able to do.
Has it "hurt my playing"? I dunno. Ask around.
We all know above all those that "can", "do", and those that "can't" well.. they do all kinds of things.
I have to admit that this morning I woke up and showed a side of my life that isn't what I would choose. I also noted the way that I get "out of it". Today after going over "buddy's therapy" (aptly named) "almost to tulsa", and playing along with Larry Bell's version of Ashoken Farewell, ( sorry LG ) for a couple of hours, and doing some recording, I found I was right back to my old smiley self
Maybe it'll register to the guy that either hasn't been "onstage" before, and gets swamped by this "stuff" after a coupleto a dozen years or the guy that is ready to hang it up because of a couple lousy gigs, or a couple years' string of them.
That's probably why I don't go back and edit them into a row of happy faces. I easily could I guess...
Life should be so easy..
Thanks guys.
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Bob Watson
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Champaign, Illinois, U.S.
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Posted 9 Nov 2003 11:57 pm
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| My favorite gigs are the ones that I like all of the other musicians in the band. I can even forgive mediocraty in musicianship if everyone in the band is pleasant to be around. Like bOb said, the worst gigs are the ones that one or more of the musicians are whining about something or other. I've also noticed that as a rule of thumb, the better the money, the crappier the music (not necessarily the musicianship). Another factor determinating a good/bad gig is how you're treated by the club owners/employees. I hate those snooty places that act as if you are the luckiest person in the world to be playing their venue. As long as we're on the subject, busy musicians that don't know when to fill or comp very well can make a 4 hour gig seem like a millenium. And when the drummer is really really bad, that is always a groove killer. I've been lucky lately, so I'll just go knock on the curly maple of my Sho-Bud Professional and count my blessings! [This message was edited by Bob Watson on 10 November 2003 at 12:10 AM.] |
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John Davis
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 1:12 am
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My favorite gigs are working with a new band when you really don`t know whats coming next!I reckon its an adrenalin shot that keeps you on the edge and makes you sharper.I don`t care that much about the money or the standard, for me, just doin it is where its at!!  |
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Joerg Hennig
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Bavaria, Germany
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 9:14 am
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My last gig (so far) was not only bad, it SUCKED.
A (chronically) drunk lead guitarist who forgets his parts and finishes off the tune when there´s actually still a verse to play.
The sound system going partially down and nobody able to fix it.
An intermission of SILENCE for more than half an hour and a frontman who doesn´t know any silly stories to entertain the audience, not even any funny ones.
Omitting the best songs from the set list and repeating the worst ones up to three times.
When it was over: "Sorry, but we´ll have to pay you next time. The club owner doesn´t have enough money right now."
That did it for me. I´m never gonna play with those idiots again. I´ve got something much better now.
Regards, Joe H.
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Rick Schmidt
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Prescott AZ, USA
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 9:27 am
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I'm not gonna preach to anybody right now. Lord knows I get a hopeless feeling in the pit of my stomach most times I'm onstage kicking off some lame song I can't stand...With a band full of knuckleheads and an audience who has no idea who I think I am. I gotta admit, I've put myself in that position though, taking it up as my "profession" and all. Then one day I woke up and found I was unable to get a "REAL JOB".
but have you heard.....?
Q.How do you get a musician to complain?
A.Get 'em a gig
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Jack Francis
From:
Queen Creek, Arizona, USA
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 10:10 am
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b0b
Now I know why you left our band.....
To me, the worst gigs are the ones where the other musicians are bitching about something. I just hate that. The crowd usually can't bring me down, and if some of the players aren't all that good, well, at least they're trying. But when another musicians gets a bug up his butt, it pretty much ruins the gig for me.
The people I play with nowadays all have real good attitudes.
You thought Tim was serious when he was alway complaining....Go Figger!
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Eric West
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Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 10:37 am
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RS. Indeed I know of what you speak. All the way around.
I've watched the finest musicians I worked with run each gig down to the end, and at this point most are staying at other peoples' houses, and it's wearing thin. They never "got what they deserved" Musically anyhow. Early on, I got a "Real Job".
I just rechecked my "personal profile". I don't see "Musician", or "Pedal Steel Player" listed anywhere. Strangely enough, it's not even listed as one of my "Hobbies". I look at it as something I "have to do" as mentioned in my initial post, for the reasons I listed.
While the "other guys" were sleeping til 2pm, starting about 85 when construction re-emerged, after "playing full time for a sole source of income for 6 or 7 years" I was waiting under an asphalt plant with a dump truck, or loading up a trac hoe at 6 am. Sometimes right after the 200am gig. Until this last year I was working three music jobs and doing 40-60 hours every week. That's probably why I have a nice house, and can see a whole year out in front of myself before I have to start "selling things".
My recent reluctant renaissance was brought about due to economic conditions in my state, which is the Worst economically in the Union. Lots of people are doing things they never thought they'd have to do again. I get a kick out of people, especially those that haven't been through a number of recessions (or a depression) opining how not having a "proper car" or a "suitable house" or "a good entertainment center" let alone full medical and dental, and college funds for the kids in "appropriate universities" is a "personal choice". I know a whole city full of them that don't even have half the things that I have, let alone part time work skills to fall back on. Now they're having a hard time selling their jet skis, power strokes, and new harleys to make their house payments. MOst of them are just going broke quietly hoping that the bankrupcy court will be to clogged to deal with them.
Due to the choices I made, I'm in a better spot than most of the people I know.
I do get a kick out of these "horrible" jobs, listening to the bickering that I hear. They're fighting about "who's singing the worst harmony" or "who never loads equipment", or who isn't paying who back for the couple hundred bucks they borrow.
I tend to save mine at least until after the gig.
Incidentally, the people that I play with can at ANY time read my asessments, and they often do. If I considered any of them wrong, or was told that they were "off base" I'd be doing the "smiley edit" thing. Among the many things I am here, a "tourist" is not one of them.
Certainly my fellow players. Most of them know exactly what I mean, including one I can think of that recently lost his "day career", and a couple that are "having to look at their "joyful pursuits" in a little different light. Ray too, at 60,is fighting to keep his day pursuit options open while driving the biggest trucks with younger competetive guys, and like most everybody I know in Oregon, hoping ( and we REALLY hate to have to "hope") that things get better.
I certainly am.
Others that have made "better decisions" too, I appreciate.
I suppose people with arthritis shouldn't have eaten the way they did..
I too don't think "luck" has a lot to do with how you make it in this world. Keeping in mind that nobody leaves alive..
Those that don't have struggles, aren't really doing much of anything. Those that pretend that they aren't having them, and actually are, I suppose they have their reward. Stoicism is certainly still a manly value. So it seems, is Illiteracy.
I certainly have plans when either the economy gets better, or I move temporarily to a place where it is. I've never been one to "hope in one hand and wish in the other".
I've lived here since the Centennial in 1958 and have seen 3 or 4 of these economic downturns. It's no surprise.
Yesterday's QA Exec is today's Oil Can Henry attendant.
Todays Hi Tech employee is tomorrow's Pizza Guy.
If I'd have started off at a McDonalds 20 year ago I'd be hiring musicians to wash my Beemer. ( I'd be too fat to..)
Either way. I'll weather it. I've seen worse.
Just a little "slice of life" here in the Big Poodle..
Anybody feels like they need to "pile on".
The Fairway's open.
Tee Up.
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Jesse Harris
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Ventura, California, USA
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 4:53 pm
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2 FIFTIES????????
wow Oregon must be the land of milk and honey
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Eric West
From:
Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 4:59 pm
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Yes indeed. Come on up. We can "plug you right in".
After you've been here 6 months you can be considered an "old timer".
Up here you can turn Arnold off if you want..
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Bill Ford
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Graniteville SC Aiken
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Posted 10 Nov 2003 5:42 pm
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After you have already set up,you find that the Silvertone(the one with the 10"speaker)amp is not the lead guitar players(?)moniter,but his real amp,then the singer/bandleader comes strolling in dressed like Roy Rodgers,complete with pantlegs tucked in his cowboy boots,took one look at my D12 MSA and said.....Damn that looks lak one of them Nashville boys rig.
BTW the band sounded about as good as that Silvertone amp,or worse.
That was at the top of the list as super bad,which was one of the reasons I gave it up in 79 for a day job......
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Eric West
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Portland, Oregon, USA, R.I.P.
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Mike Cass
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Posted 11 Nov 2003 8:03 am
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Eric, good thread!
Ive struggled with that quandry all of my professional life. I recently put a stop to all the nonsense & sold my gear outright to another psg'er. The relief I experienced after selling it all & the ensuing release of both positive & negative emotions was cathartic. I mean, when the last good gig I played was with say,Darrell McCall,then I follow that up with a series of drunken, near-brawls culminating with a Halloween job where a soused patron fell into my horn twice, whos fault is that?? Mine, unfortunately.
Youre only as good as the last band you played with so I know where that puts me. The drummer & bassist were excellent tho  .
When I started playing live(around '66 or so)the music was different,the players more into it & the audience more responsive, or so it seemed. Now I realize that nothings changed except my willingness to whore out what Ive worked so dilligently to refine. On the gig before my final one, the drummer & myself (we've known each other socially & musically since the early '70's) surveyed our surroundings & damm near simultaneously remarked on how we hadnt really come all that far since Minneapolis... back in a beer joint, being the backup band for a bunch of no talent drunks who wanna get up & sing(?)some Elvis to facillitate a late night rendezvous with their chosen victim. Of course, when accomplished players on what ever instrument are thrust into a venue such as Ive described, the results are predictable. Maybe the club owners wife(the bartender)put it best when she came up to me a few weeks before & remarked "youre messing up the whole thing here becuause you can REALLY play!"...gotta love that .
I dont reccomend to everyone the drastic steps Ive taken, but a little space does clear the cobwebs. Now I can concentrate on a certain S-12 C6 tuning thats been haunting me since I was introduced to it. Forgive me if this post smacks of "sour-grapage" but I honestly believe that I have to be the worst player in the band if I want to learn. If not, Im teaching Country Music 101 again & the old adage about horses & water comes to mind at that point.... [This message was edited by Mike Cass on 11 November 2003 at 08:34 AM.] |
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Gene Jones
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Oklahoma City, OK USA, (deceased)
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Posted 11 Nov 2003 10:09 am
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"Sour Grapes"?....I don't think so.
It's one thing to come home from a "bad" gig and it takes two or three days to get over it....and it's another thing when it begins to take longer to get over the bad job before it's time to start over.
Whether the fault is with the band or with our motivation......or when the bad gigs consistently outnumber the good and it's no longer any fun to go play, then it's time to hang it up....either temporarily or permanently!
Been there and done that!
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