Postby WildcatOne » Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:47 pm
Thanks for the pics, Doc! Great pictures, man. I didn't know you were a Southpaw. Looks like you're playing a left-handed Strat. JTP looks great, he's a serious guy about the music and y'all have the dance floor jumping! Wish I could say that about last night...that was a weird gig from the git-go. We got out there and set up and there wasn't more than 10 people in there all night. The place has always been packed with hard-partying groups of bikers and wild women...there was a table with 4 of the wild women at it when we played the first set...they got up and wiggled a little but after every song (we played full-throttle)...silence...total silence...it feels weird when that happens, ya know. So we kept going. Playing our best, tearing it up. Silence. On break, I went over and hung out with a couple of guys and I mentioned, we're in there playing our tails off and everybody's just sitting there...the big guy says "I just came to listen." The owner nodded. I said well, I guess it's OK...they said yeah, it's OK...well, a lot of things went wrong. Lynn got some emergency phone calls from 5th street...the ads worked. The place is overflowing with people. They can't even fit 'em all in there. They ran out of food, booze and service. So what does Cynthia do? She calls Lynn and chews him out and tells him it's HIS fault...Lynn was furious...I said, well, what do ya expect? You helped her. So did I. Now she's successful beyond her wildest dreams and it's bad, isn't it? Go figure...anyway, while he was on the phone, we had to play. Ron Parks, our harmonica player, is unfortunately an emotional wreck. He has developed an abrasive, confrontational style of human interaction, and he used it on me one too many times last night. It was the 4th time in 3 days that he did it to me (drew me into a conversation and then insulted me with a put-down as soon as I answered his dumb-to-begin-with question), and he suddenly found me right up in his grille telling him the facts of life and how they applied to him with regards to his mouth when it's pointed at me. He was shocked, but he also knew that he was antagonizing a certified rageaholic, which I hate to admit to, but when I get pushed too far, that side of me takes over and I can't stop it...He has a great deal to learn about playing music in a band, no matter what he says about all of his past experiences. Everybody got mad at him because of the way he was conducting himself both onstage and off...playing harp solos during vocal verses and choruses...trying to hustle the waitress (whose boyfriend is probably nicknamed "Killer")...getting into arguments with people in the band onstage and customers in the place...my wife said he lurks around our house sometimes. He lives a block down the street here. I know his thing, and it's not a threat to us here, but she and the boys are scared of him. Dang. So, then my cowboy buddy, Jerry Hawkins showed up and sat in and played some country classics. For the first and only time all night, the place danced...except for a couple of songs I did on guitar from the Johnny B and The Wildcats set...some really fine chick showed up with her 13-year-old daughter and she got up and danced around in front of us while I did those songs...we needed about 20 more just like her, but from what I heard, there was a cookoff down the street, the rodeo had Alan Jackson or somebody that night, and it was just an off-night there. That's show-biz. We're back there again next Sunday and we have vowed to avenge our poor showing last night. Apparently without Ron and with Joe added on percussion...Lynn is going to fire Ron today. I'm sorry. I like the guy and he can play. But there's more to it than that. It's his manner. I don't understand how that kind of thing can get to be so bad, but I'm with Lynn and I'm not going to get in the way. Life goes on. Cheers, WC1
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WildcatOne on Sun Mar 12, 2006 11:19 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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