I friend of mine and former bandmate has got back into singing after a four year layoff because she had back issues. Degenerated discs in her back that she had replaced a year and a half ago. Last June she finally had recuperated completely (and lost 60 pounds) and was asked to join a working classic rock band. When I saw them, I thought they were 'just okay'. They definitely needed work, but she's a really good singer and can really own a room. It really came across that she was happy to be back.
She had been with them about a month and had only done about three gigs. I was out tinkering in my garage and hadn't noticed the frantic looking texts that were waiting for me. "I need you to call me right away!" "CHECK YOUR MESSAGES!!!" "WHERE ARE YOU!!"
I checked my messages and I could hear the tears through her voice. "Our bass player died. I don't know what to do!" Evidently, after a bout with throat cancer he had developed asthma. He'd had an attack and couldn't find his puffer.
I called her as soon as I could. After the crying eased up a bit, she asked if I'd be willing to fill in with the gig the next weekend. I said absolutely. Anything I could do I would be there. It turned out the rest of her band were all pretty distraught and actually had my whole band do the gig instead of just me filling in.
I filled in the next few gigs while they tried to find someone. I wasn't about to leave my band and they made it clear they want a dedicated, one-band player, so I just kept filling.
After about a month, they asked for my schedule with the other band. I sent it and it turned out there were only two conflicting dates. He sent me an email asking if I could keep those open, to which I said I could.
"Could I make practice Wednesday?" He said.
I said "Sure." A two-nighter was coming up on that weekend.
So, I went to practice. "Okay, band meeting." I kind of ignored it. "Mike, I found subs for the two night you can't make it. Welcome to the band."
"Uhhh... Pardon?" I had made it clear I wasn't going to quit my other band.
"Yep. You're with us now!" He said.
My singer friend went "Yay!" and clapped her hands.
It's been three months now. The band is getting tighter and They're a great bunch of people. I'm having a blast, playing pretty much every weekend until the end of the year.
Kind of a lousy way to get a gig, tho'.
She had been with them about a month and had only done about three gigs. I was out tinkering in my garage and hadn't noticed the frantic looking texts that were waiting for me. "I need you to call me right away!" "CHECK YOUR MESSAGES!!!" "WHERE ARE YOU!!"
I checked my messages and I could hear the tears through her voice. "Our bass player died. I don't know what to do!" Evidently, after a bout with throat cancer he had developed asthma. He'd had an attack and couldn't find his puffer.
I called her as soon as I could. After the crying eased up a bit, she asked if I'd be willing to fill in with the gig the next weekend. I said absolutely. Anything I could do I would be there. It turned out the rest of her band were all pretty distraught and actually had my whole band do the gig instead of just me filling in.
I filled in the next few gigs while they tried to find someone. I wasn't about to leave my band and they made it clear they want a dedicated, one-band player, so I just kept filling.
After about a month, they asked for my schedule with the other band. I sent it and it turned out there were only two conflicting dates. He sent me an email asking if I could keep those open, to which I said I could.
"Could I make practice Wednesday?" He said.
I said "Sure." A two-nighter was coming up on that weekend.
So, I went to practice. "Okay, band meeting." I kind of ignored it. "Mike, I found subs for the two night you can't make it. Welcome to the band."
"Uhhh... Pardon?" I had made it clear I wasn't going to quit my other band.
"Yep. You're with us now!" He said.
My singer friend went "Yay!" and clapped her hands.
It's been three months now. The band is getting tighter and They're a great bunch of people. I'm having a blast, playing pretty much every weekend until the end of the year.
Kind of a lousy way to get a gig, tho'.