Postby WildcatOne » Mon May 01, 2006 4:34 pm
Sometimes I scare myself. I did that yesterday. I played 3 sets with 3 bands at the Cindy Peterson benefit at 5th Street in Kemah. There were 12 bands; the last one didn't show up, so we put one together and played the last set behind Toree Montgomery. The Citykings played at 4 and we did great considering we haven't played in a while, live. I was lit-up and I did the best-ever "Meet Your Maker" that I've ever done. I was proud of the CKs. They really played excellently. What got spooky was I switched over to keyboards for Shakedown's set, which followed the Hourglass' set between the CKs and Shakedown. After Shakedown came the dreaded Blue Agave. I mentioned in a previous post that I had helped Grady set up his stuff and let him use my amp Friday night, and he proceeded to play the worst set of music and vocals I've ever heard. He played every song off-key with wretched ineptitude, and he sang each song he did in a different key than he was playing in, which was also different from the key the rest of the band was in...get the picture? He SUCKED. Well, there he was, waiting for Shakedown to finish. The last song had not yet ended and he was dragging his stuff up on stage, making it impossible for me to tear down my stuff to get out of his way. Before we had ended the song, he was in my face, drunk, making winces and using his fingers in my face to tell me something. The song ended. I turned to him. I said what do you want. He said "Leave your amp set just as it is. The way you had it set the other night had WAY too much treble in it and it made me sound bad! You know what I'm saying? Leave it like it is!" I hadn't changed the settings on my amp in over a month...I said, just give me a little space, and two minutes, and I'll have my stuff off stage and out of your way...he steps closer...and begins the exact same routine over again to me. I said, did you hear what I said, let me have some SPACE and TWO MINUTES and I will have my stuff...he interrupted me and put his fingers up to my face like he was turning knobs and he said "I need better TONE, man! You gave me bad TONE!" Without thinking for one split second that I was talking to a 6'5" 250 pound black guy from New Orleans, I reached up, pointed right between his eyes, and I said: YOU! Will NOT come up to me with this! I haven't changed that amp in over a month. It is YOUR PLAYING that screwed up your sound. I sat there and listened to you. Don't give me this line of crap. Now BACK OFF and let me get my stuff out of here before you bring yours up! I'm doing you a favor, man. That's MY amp you're using, remember? You want to bring yours, fine. Where is it? I was not using this exact language...Mikey grabbed me. I was backing Grady off the stage. He goes, "What's your problem, man? What's your problem?" I pointed at Grady and said "There's my problem, just get him off me, man. He's messing with me and he needs to BACK OFF and STAY OFF! Grady is holding his hands up like he's displaying the stigmata and wincing at me. He is whining now. He goes "I just was asking him where to plug in. I was trying to help him..." I said, "That's NOT what you said, and that's NOT what you DID! My amp is a Fender Twin Reverb, Grady. You plug in where it says 'INPUT'. I was still going at him when Mikey pulled me back and said, come on. I need to get my amp out of your van and it's locked. I said my van is not locked. He said yes it is, come on...I went back and grabbed the side handle on Ludwig and it slid open. It was then that I realized that Mikey had pulled me out of there to get me away from Grady. I kind of appreciate that. The chemistry of our two personalities clashing was about to create atomic fusion. Blue Agave played slipshod but at least they were all in the same key, more or less. Grady left his keyboard stand behind and his mic stand also when they all went home. I put it inside the place next to Tom's PA. If I had kept it until I see Mikey, I'd have posession of it and Grady could say I stole it. I had to tell Willie that when we left, because he said let's keep it till we see Mikey again and I said no, I don't want it in this van. It'll be safe inside 5th Street until Grady sobers up and realizes that he left it there. The guy came up to me at the wrong time, saying and doing all the wrong things. I decided today that the next time Blue Agave sponges a set off of Shakedown, that I'm leaving my amp out of the deal and I'm not going to help him with anything. Other than that incident, it was an excellent benefit and the music we played was super. Brandigirl stole the show and Lynn threw me more solos than I really needed. Billy Bourbon came up and asked me to play keyboards on a song he's recording and I said sure. I'm supposed to call him this week. Thanks Mikey for pulling me out of that situation, because my righteous indignation had turned into rage and was quickly developing into all-out violence. I'm clean and sober. I wasn't high or drunk. I have absolutely no tolerance whatsoever for whining, stupid people that are blaming me for their failures. That guy pushed buttons in me that I wasn't planning on having pushed. Mikey did preventative damage control. Cheers, WC1
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