Mission accomplished… but it wasn't easy.
The Steve Mackay day of tribute/memorial at Winters was cool with lots of good musicians who had played w/ Steve over the years rocking' out from 3:00 to 7:00 (free). Once the space was cleared for ticket-holders only, my hang began. As most gigging musicians know - 'the hang' becomes part of your life. Some people's nature allows them to flow with it, but luckily I've never had extending periods of 'hang' in my life - it's hard work. There was a small room w/a bathroom & kitchenette upstairs of the tavern referred to as "the Green Room". (via a green light in the center of the ceiling) This is where Watt perched before the show, holding court to a never-ending flow of people. CJ wanted the signing to be more private/less people - so we were holding for an opportune moment. (which wasn't happening) Eventually Watt walked downstairs to get ready to perform and so a post performance signing was now the strategy. Their show rocked - Watt is a dynamo live! One song launched right into another with his bass front and center. His tone was what I'd call signature Watt - tubby, round, BASS, with "bass-faces" galore. A total pro. His trio was hot too - the guitarist emulating the early 80's Dee Boon songs seamlessly and the drummer tight and in synch w/Watt. I realized last night that Watt is the lead player in this band - much like Entwistle was in the WHO - cool lines, great dynamics and tight, very bass tone. A lesson in bass steering the ship.
The hang continues into the next day…
Another band took the stage and Mike moved back to the green room to further hold court for another endless stream of glommers. I realized at that point it was going to be a long hang part II. CJ who filtered in and out could have just forced his hand but preferred to have a zen approach; it will happen when it happens. ~ I've never been a groupie-type and feel uncomfortable being around such a glom-fest. I drifted in and out of conversations with people in the room, some fellow musicians and some 'groupies'. (for lack of a better word) Some nice and interesting, some I did my best to cut short. Ego's were not left at the door. Speaking of which, local Bay Area legend Jello Biafra was perched right in front of Watt going over past experiences. He sat in with all the bands earlier belting out songs in his characteristic way. The main drummer was also an alumni from the Dead Kennedy's. A local aging musician trying to impress a woman (musician) was standing 4 ft away singing an a cappella litany of songs like Wichita Lineman at a volume matching the other (loud) conversations going on in the same small space - I nearly lost it at one point.
Finally, there was a call for everyone to walk down to the ocean (two blocks away) and so seeing this hang further escalating, I cornered CJ's wife Corinne (CJ was no where to be found) and asked if we could get it signed so I could leave. (it was now 3AM) She thought it had already happened (!) and took charge - and we did the introduction/handshake and unveiling. Watt was a bit taken back first sight but then instantly launched into gear-geek mode describing how his bass was different including all minute details! I keep feeling the need to say "it's a replica, it's made of wood" when he would ask if it was a Lane Poor pu, or "this isn't the bridge like on mine".... (needless to say, he was deep into Watt world) Hoping for a big, expressive signature on the distressed section, he instead signed it over the reproduction of the small pic of Kira, taking up about 1" square! (Ha! - that cracked me up!) I took this pic and finally left for home, (a couple blocks away) feeling completely wasted - and I hadn't really done anything other than 'hanging'. Gave me a peek into his world - it was most likely just normal operations for him - doing something very much like this in different towns his whole life. Really enjoyed his performance - very inspiring seeing/hearing him belt out those iconic songs. He's really a masterful player in his very unique style.
Oh, half way through his set, Watt got a call on his iPhone from Iggy (Pop) and he put it on speaker mode through his mic. Iggy recited a free-form poem about Steve MacKay - short but sweet. It was his day and he would have loved to have been a part of it in the flesh. (he was there in spirit!)
One of the musicians sax to represent Steves presence
the man in the van with a bass in his hand
at one point he fired off a salvo of low-tones and yelled "BASS - YAH!"
"They call him mellow yellow" - NOT!

pre-signature … will update later with a close-up!