After 45 years of playing and taking a brief hiatus, I've been working towards playing some light, short, early gigs again. A bunch of my old friends and bandmates (of various bands through the years) got together to play a wedding for one of them over the weekend.
I was only going to play about 4 or 5 songs. I only had to bring one of my basses and it was just to play some ZZ Top, SRV and a couple of loose blues jams. So I brought my 4 string P/J bass. I had a stool to sit on as standing (especially in the 90+ degree heat) was not good for me, But at the last minute a mandolin player took it as a stand for his little amp. The bass player had a nice upright and a killer Rickenbacker 4003S and played through a little Bergantino amp and 110 cab. Of course his URB didn't need much additional volume and his Rick was strung with flats so his tone controls were set flat or very bright with little to no low end dialed in.
My Precision is strung with bright roundwounds and it a very bright sounding bass, so when I first started playing my bass sounded so anemic and irritatingly bright (and I had little chance to dial in anything even remotely tolerable). Ugh. I sounded like total crap through his amp (no FOH support). I had to quickly roll my tone control all the way back, turn down the highs and boost the lows a lot just to get by. I know Berg's are great amps and cabs, but this one totally sucked tonewise (as dialed in anyway).
I was already having a bad day physically, but mentally, after talking with so many old friends and bandmates it was really depressing. 3 of my 4 old bandmates are dying of cancer. Others are are just in really bad shape (far worse than me) so I had nothing complain about (and didn't want to). But it was just so sad. We should have called the impromptu band, the "Rest Home Rockers". My right plucking hand was giving me a hard time with my nerves and tendonitis. My (fingertips were numb and limiting my ability to play). But you know the old saying,.. "The show must go on". I played the tunes and everyone said it sounded great (friends in the crowd and bandmates) but I can only assume everyone is deaf as well. LOL.
I've spent the past couple of days contemplating what to do. I can't see myself playing an entire gig at this point. I'm still not convinced I can't play and I'm not giving up without giving it everything I have. The drummer's whole body is riddled with cancer and he was actually inspiring as he said he was going to keep playing drums until someone pulls him off his stool. If he ain't quitting I'm sure not going to.
But unless the perfect situation and opportunity presents itself, I'm pretty much done gigging. This entire last weekend should have been a very good time, but it was just plain depressing and I'm still having a hard time dealing with it.
Vent/rant over.
I was only going to play about 4 or 5 songs. I only had to bring one of my basses and it was just to play some ZZ Top, SRV and a couple of loose blues jams. So I brought my 4 string P/J bass. I had a stool to sit on as standing (especially in the 90+ degree heat) was not good for me, But at the last minute a mandolin player took it as a stand for his little amp. The bass player had a nice upright and a killer Rickenbacker 4003S and played through a little Bergantino amp and 110 cab. Of course his URB didn't need much additional volume and his Rick was strung with flats so his tone controls were set flat or very bright with little to no low end dialed in.
My Precision is strung with bright roundwounds and it a very bright sounding bass, so when I first started playing my bass sounded so anemic and irritatingly bright (and I had little chance to dial in anything even remotely tolerable). Ugh. I sounded like total crap through his amp (no FOH support). I had to quickly roll my tone control all the way back, turn down the highs and boost the lows a lot just to get by. I know Berg's are great amps and cabs, but this one totally sucked tonewise (as dialed in anyway).
I was already having a bad day physically, but mentally, after talking with so many old friends and bandmates it was really depressing. 3 of my 4 old bandmates are dying of cancer. Others are are just in really bad shape (far worse than me) so I had nothing complain about (and didn't want to). But it was just so sad. We should have called the impromptu band, the "Rest Home Rockers". My right plucking hand was giving me a hard time with my nerves and tendonitis. My (fingertips were numb and limiting my ability to play). But you know the old saying,.. "The show must go on". I played the tunes and everyone said it sounded great (friends in the crowd and bandmates) but I can only assume everyone is deaf as well. LOL.
I've spent the past couple of days contemplating what to do. I can't see myself playing an entire gig at this point. I'm still not convinced I can't play and I'm not giving up without giving it everything I have. The drummer's whole body is riddled with cancer and he was actually inspiring as he said he was going to keep playing drums until someone pulls him off his stool. If he ain't quitting I'm sure not going to.
But unless the perfect situation and opportunity presents itself, I'm pretty much done gigging. This entire last weekend should have been a very good time, but it was just plain depressing and I'm still having a hard time dealing with it.
Vent/rant over.
If the mandolin players needs a stool they should bring one, or find some other option rather taking advantage of your good nature. But if you don't stand up for yourself and say no, it's on you. There is no reason to be a doormat. You don't necessarily have to be rude, but you do have to establish and defend reasonable personal boundaries.