Postby WildcatOne » Sun Sep 09, 2007 2:13 pm
One of the craziest gigs I ever played last night. We got booked to play a 40th anniversary party in Cypress, Tx at the Lakeside Estates country club. It's a brand-new place, but it was small...not much bigger than a convenience store...and they had 200 people, dinner tables all set up and a dance floor in front of us. The sound was HORRIBLE in there. It was like playing inside a trash can. All reflective surfaces: walls, ceiling and floor. Just talking...yelling, actually...to each other was impossible. There was a constant echoing cacophony going on that was so loud and incoherent that it was just not possible, man. It was complete noise. So we played. They immediately went Whoa, hoss. Y'all're blowing us outta here! Pee Wee stood up to them and said what the heck were you thinking, having it HERE and hiring a 7-piece band with horns? This is as low as we can play. Want us to leave? The owner and the guy whose anniversary it was said hell no, let 'er rip. Do your nightclub set. So we did. The families left at 10 and that left the partiers and their open bar deal, and we were treated to the greatest dance floor wrestling match we'd ever seen. These big 6-foot-5 cowboys got out there with their dance partners and threw 'em up in the air, twirled 'em like batons, grabbed 'em by the hips and carried 'em around on their rodeo-champ belt buckles, lined 'em up and leap-frogged over 'em with suggestive connotations, and the women loved it. They LOVED the band...I pulled Clem aside, he's the sax player...he does Junior Walker, Boots Randolph, King Curtis and any style that is required, to perfection...I leaned over to him and got close to his ear and said "Swing yer partner by the neck. Swing 'er till she's DEAD, by heck!" He laughed and he said "I've seen some crazy stuff in my time but these guys are downright ABUSIVE, and look at how the women love it! Plus, we sound like a bad radio connection..." I asked him if he was going to partake in the dinner, of which we were offered a full course. He said, no, it's fish. Can you imagine if I ate that food and then blew into this sax for 3 hours, what my case would smell like tomorrow morning? I said good point. I am totally deaf in my left ear today, and I am still hearing that noise. It won't go away. That was one of those gigs that stay with you. They paid us handsomely and they squeezed every note out of us right up until midnight, so we delivered our stuff full-on with no holds barred once the money guys told us to hit 'em with our top-of-the-line show. It looks like our trombone player, Herby, is in pretty bad shape right about now. He just got sent home from the hospital yesterday. They're bringing him back in Tuesday for a bone marrow sample. They didn't find any tumors, but his pneumonia hasn't gotten better, his diabetes is not doing good, and they are going to check him for leukemia this week. He can't play, and he's too sick to get around by himself. We're very concerned. It looks like we might not just lose our trombone player, we might lose Herby. Prayers are requested at your convenience.
I have to get another van. I'm going to get a Chevy Uplander, pre-owned, low-mileage, for around 19 grand this week. Ludwig's tongue is hanging out. He has 224,000 miles, bad everything, and the cost of repairs is offset by what a "new" ride would cost. On the way to the gig, the power steering went out. I was driving up the road and I said well, I'll keep going till I find a convenience store or a gas station and get some power steering fluid. 12 miles later on Muesschke Road, by this time way past Cypress, Texas, the road was flooded over and I hadn't seen anything nearly resembling a convenience store or a gas station...just a farm supply and transportation rental place...so I had to turn around and drive all the way back to Cypress, where I did not see one gas station or auto supply store. I went to a Kroger and got power steering fluid there. My power steering reservoir was empty and I poured one bottle in, then started on the second one and it overflowed. I stuffed the cap on and split to the gig. There was a puddle of power steering fluid under Ludwig when I left the gig, and this morning there's a puddle under him in my driveway...the gearbox seals and gaskets are worn out. New one required. Also the AC is out, I've been driving around in a microwave oven all summer. The front-end bushings are worn out, the shocks are worn out, the transmission is acting up, the engine is starting to run warmer than it has, and it's looking like Ludwig's final curtain call is imminent. Life is still good. I found Uplanders nearby for OK money and we need a dependable vehicle that'll do double-duty (family trips and gigs) with no problems. I'll be working on this for the next few days until I get the deal done. Man, it's hard to do something like this. I'm just so used to having the same van for 14 years. Cheers, WC1
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