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HaHa... yes! Absolutely. First song I had to play was Isn't She Lovely. It was about 10 degrees in the hall on top of everything else, so my hands were frozen too. It was the first time in years that I felt like a complete newbie on bass. Not fun.Wow. Were you shaky playing the first couple songs? Must have been a lot of adrenaline and cortisol pumping in that 50 miles...
So I have a wedding to play yesterday. The venue is Clarks Landing Yacht Club. I type it into WAZE and head out leaving myself the standard extra hour and change that I do for long drives. 2 Hour drive. I arrive. Parking lot is empty. Hmmm.... I don't see my band truck. I see the venue, it's a catering hall, but it's empty. Not a soul to be seen. I panic for a second, but realize sometimes these places have multiple areas to have receptions. Nothing doing. I double check the venue name on my itinerary. I'm definitely in the right place. Double check the date. Call my wife to make sure I'm not having some sort of senior moment (I've had lots on my mind lately). Everything seems to be in order. We're still in October, it's not September or November. I'm in the twilight zone now... figuring there's an excellent chance I'm about to ruin somebody's wedding and get my band awfully mad at me. I Google Clarks Landing Yacht Club and lo and behold...
there are two of them in NJ.
50 miles away from each other.
Always type the address into your navigator, boys and girls. And always be early! I made it just in time to get 5 minutes worth of food at the cocktail hour, and not miss a beat.
That's my bass humor & gig story for the day, but I ain't laughing just yet. Maybe by lunchtime.
Wow. Were you shaky playing the first couple songs? Must have been a lot of adrenaline and cortisol pumping in that 50 miles...
I live by the "Panic early and avoid the rush" rule. When things start to go sideways, they all go sideways, too. Thank goodness it was your suit jacket and not something sure to be stolen or put out with the trash. I find that the more paranoid I am about screwups, the less reason I have to be paranoid.HaHa... yes! Absolutely. First song I had to play was Isn't She Lovely. It was about 10 degrees in the hall on top of everything else, so my hands were frozen too. It was the first time in years that I felt like a complete newbie on bass. Not fun.
I'll add that I just realized my crappy yesterday is continuing into today.
I own one suit. I rarely wear a jacket to gigs (just a vest), but wore the suit jacket yesterday for no good reason. Since I'm not used to bringing or wearing a jacket and didn't while I was playing....
Yes.
I'll be going back there yet again. If they put it aside for me.
So I have a wedding to play yesterday. The venue is Clarks Landing Yacht Club. I type it into WAZE and head out leaving myself the standard extra hour and change that I do for long drives. 2 Hour drive. I arrive. Parking lot is empty. Hmmm.... I don't see my band truck. I see the venue, it's a catering hall, but it's empty. Not a soul to be seen. I panic for a second, but realize sometimes these places have multiple areas to have receptions. Nothing doing. I double check the venue name on my itinerary. I'm definitely in the right place. Double check the date. Call my wife to make sure I'm not having some sort of senior moment (I've had lots on my mind lately). Everything seems to be in order. We're still in October, it's not September or November. I'm in the twilight zone now... figuring there's an excellent chance I'm about to ruin somebody's wedding and get my band awfully mad at me. I Google Clarks Landing Yacht Club and lo and behold...
there are two of them in NJ.
50 miles away from each other.
Always type the address into your navigator, boys and girls. And always be early! I made it just in time to get 5 minutes worth of food at the cocktail hour, and not miss a beat.
That's my bass humor & gig story for the day, but I ain't laughing just yet. Maybe by lunchtime.