As a trombonist, when I came off of road gigs to finish college, I played with a high-end wedding/corporate band - I made union scale, I worked a lot, and played with excellent musicians. Two of the guitarists that cycled through that band went on to major pit work for musicals - one is the first-call guy in Philly (and the author of "Standing in the Shadows of Motown"), and the other has been doing Broadway for decades. My trumpet-playing partner in brass remains one of my closest friends, for more than 40 years and a continent away. The band had a strong handle on klezmer - they truly played idiomatically - and I was honored to be the token goy (This of course, after a four-year road experience as the token caucasian). During cocktails and dinner we played standards and could get away with some pretty adventurous stuff, pushing each other, as long as it was mellow. I continued with this band, on and off, for several years when I had gaps, or was off from law school. My chops, eyes and ears were enhanced, and as much as we bitched and moaned about the bandleader/office raking in real money, we all treasured the comradeship that came from playing at a high level, together. Net net - the gig is what you and your fellow musicians make it to be - good players lead to good times.