We played at Club 21 in Galveston last night. It's my favorite club gig, not just because the place is so beautiful (it has an atmosphere. A personality all its own.) but because the crowds we get there are so awesome. Our keyboard player skips the Club 21 gigs. He has his reasons, and I could go off on a tangent about that subject, but all it means is I play a lot more aggressively there and I comp a lot, but nobody has come up and told us we sound thin. I just make up for the absence of the other chording instrument and keep it together in the mix. Downtown Galveston is a beautiful place, it's old...VERY old...Victorian at the latest, Dickensian at the oldest...the eye candy at Club 21 is the best anywhere. Where those ladies come from, I have no idea, but they show up by the dozens to dance. There's no stage, and they're right in front of us, inches away. We do good boogie, and they return the favor, expressing their primal urges to us. Often after a particularly exciting number, the band guys just turn to each other and go..."Wow"...the head bartender there has an ongoing joke with me, because I look like Martin Mull...actually Martin Mull looks like ME...poor guy...but he told me last night his wife was there and she saw us for the first time. He asked her, does anybody in the band look familiar to you? She said the guitar player looks like Martin Mull, but he's not as funny...I told him well, my writers are on strike right now. Hopefully soon, I'll have some new material to bring in...we had a good laugh. A couple of things stayed with me besides that from last night. The waitress talked to me while we were on break. She asked me where we've been playing. I said "Uh...everywhere, I think..." She told me we pack the place every time we play there, and that's something no other band has ever done. She said it's just great music, man. It's what people want. The other bands that play there are self-indulgent, proselytizing jerks...I was kind of taken aback by her bluntness. But she continued, and told me if they established us as the house band, it'd be fine with her (it'd be fine with me, too, but we're quickly becoming a reginal act). She said our selection of material is perfect for that place. She couldn't believe all the places we've played at. I told her the club gigs, and I also added that we've played just as many private parties, which pay twice what we make there. She surprised me with not only her compliments but her intelligence. Most waitresses I work with (we are workers...taking care of the customers is our job) haven't really come across as very deep thinkers. Whoever her boyfriend is has a good thing going. I went back inside to tune up (my between-set ritual includes getting back to the stage (except there's no stage there) 5 to 7 minutes early and tuning my guitar, making sure it's in perfect A-440 before we start the next set) and Pee Wee walks up, shakes my hand and says "I want to tell you something and it's not BS. I don't BS anybody. You just did "Born On The Bayou" better than Fogerty does it. You can SING, baby. When I retire, this will be your band..." I didn't know what to say. I said "Well, when you retire, I'm retiring, too." He said "We'll just keep going and have fun. I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you being here." It's always good when the bandleader comes up and pays you a compliment. We were playing that gig without our keyboard player, and he's an excellent musician. I had to do what I did. It just turned out to be a positive thing. Pee Wee was approached by a club owner who just bought out JuJu's. He hasn't renamed it yet, but he wants to talk business with Pee Wee. They're going to work out a deal...this came in at a perfect time, since we scratched Bojangles off of our calendar, know what I'm saying? As Gator said, when one door closes, another one opens...
I gotta run. Meeting a former colleague for Fajitas in a while, his office is down the street and we will discuss business and the future.
Tomorrow Blastula is playing at Fitzgerald's in a battle of the bands. Wish them luck...they're great, and they can actually play their instruments...they also have a good degree of humility and positivity in their attitude, which goes a long way on that scene...some of the kids I've met who are in bands have an attitude, but not these guys. I won't let 'em pull the rock star crap on me. The ones that do don't know who they're talking to, but Blastula knows me and they know better than to jerk me off. I have no doubt that they will make a good impression. They show up with a certain quiet confidence in their manner, then the music speaks for itself. I admire that in a band. Off and running. Cheers, WC1
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