If there is such a thing as having too much fun, I just did.
My friends/bandmates and I all chipped in to bring Julie down from Philadelphia to Richmond to do a solo house concert, in the home where we play every week. In addition to six of us, including our hosts, we had another 10-12 guests, and we did the whole thing as a pot-luck dinner. At our request Julie brought along her dad (Gary, who brought along a guitar). They arrived in the late afternoon, and we got Julie set up in the living room, which our hosts had creatively arranged for concert seating. Everyone ate, partied, and had a great time, and Julie went on as scheduled around 7:30. She did an amazing set -- I'm guessing 75 minutes, though I wasn't keeping track --comprising about a dozen assorted pieces culled from various albums and an ever-growing vault of not-yet-released material. As expected, each was a heavily improvised version of a (fluid) composition that involved many layers of loops and occasional prerecorded bits. Everything was great, but the two highlights for me were a rocking version of "Skypark" (from
Terroir) and "1986" (from
Fourth Dementia). I laughed out loud when she started "Skypark," as I just couldn't believe that was something that anyone could pull off without a dummer and multiple guitars. I laughed out loud again when she crushed it.
That would've been more than enough fun for any reasonable human being to hope for, but there was more. After a good long break (and a lot more partying), my band played a set in the den (where we usually play, and were already set up). Too bad that we flubbed some things that we usually nail, but no matter: Everyone seemed to be having a great time. Then a couple of us stepped out and invited Julie and her dad to sit in. They jammed out a few classics, including "Roadhouse Blues" and "All Along the Watchtower," and finished with a rousing rendition of the Monkee's "(I'm Not Your) Stepping Stone" -- with Gary unexpectedly grabbing the mic and singing the lead. The next morning, a few of us survivors enjoyed a bagel brunch with Julie and Gary before sending them on their way.
Here are a couple of shots I took of Julie sitting in with my band -- playing my bass (!). I'm hoping she left some mojo in it.
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