This weekend, I had the great luxury of playing my most under-prepared gig ever. I was a nervous wreck, but it was a blast!!!
[5:30 pm]
An old bandmate's act couldn't muster a bassist (the person they planned on having bailed hours before the show). Needless to say, I stepped up to the plate. It was pretty simple rock/punk music, but with only an hour to learn eight songs before the show (and no charts), my brain was in overdrive. The bandleader and I discussed basic logistics, and by 6:00, I had YouTube links to all the songs I had to learn. Naturally, I was completely unfamiliar with any of these songs!
[6:00 - 7:00 pm]
In one hour, I charted/arranged everything as quickly as possible, knowing that I'd be pumping roots most of the time. Fortunately, only a couple of the songs had unison parts.
[7:30 pm]
I get to the venue at 7:30 sharp, but it took me nearly 20 minutes to find a place to park. When I finally entered, the band and I quickly went over any open questions. I brought along my Rickenbacker 4003 and my beat-up PJB Briefcase as a monitor. I knew the venue and knew I could DI. I didn't have any time to think about a more sophisticated setup as I was already running late when I left.
[8:15 pm]
Showtime! I muddle through as best I can, but remain strategically tucked away in the back. Thank goodness for my quick arrangements; I would have been completely lost without them. With wanton disregard for harmony, I played in true punk fashion, pounding out roots and sneering the whole way through. After 20 minutes, I was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever seeps from the ceilings of old dives. When all was said and done, one of the guitarists turns to me with a smile and thanks me for saving the day.
What a night...
~Nick "Klaus" G.

[5:30 pm]
An old bandmate's act couldn't muster a bassist (the person they planned on having bailed hours before the show). Needless to say, I stepped up to the plate. It was pretty simple rock/punk music, but with only an hour to learn eight songs before the show (and no charts), my brain was in overdrive. The bandleader and I discussed basic logistics, and by 6:00, I had YouTube links to all the songs I had to learn. Naturally, I was completely unfamiliar with any of these songs!
[6:00 - 7:00 pm]
In one hour, I charted/arranged everything as quickly as possible, knowing that I'd be pumping roots most of the time. Fortunately, only a couple of the songs had unison parts.
[7:30 pm]
I get to the venue at 7:30 sharp, but it took me nearly 20 minutes to find a place to park. When I finally entered, the band and I quickly went over any open questions. I brought along my Rickenbacker 4003 and my beat-up PJB Briefcase as a monitor. I knew the venue and knew I could DI. I didn't have any time to think about a more sophisticated setup as I was already running late when I left.
[8:15 pm]
Showtime! I muddle through as best I can, but remain strategically tucked away in the back. Thank goodness for my quick arrangements; I would have been completely lost without them. With wanton disregard for harmony, I played in true punk fashion, pounding out roots and sneering the whole way through. After 20 minutes, I was covered in sweat, grime, and whatever seeps from the ceilings of old dives. When all was said and done, one of the guitarists turns to me with a smile and thanks me for saving the day.
What a night...
~Nick "Klaus" G.


