Postby WildcatOne » Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:45 pm
We had a great gig last night, the whole show went extremely well. These people showed up to party with Willie and Mikey; they're part of the group of folks that went to Iraq for a couple of years, and they have stories to tell of their adventure. They can more than double the normal alcohol intake of an average human and still function, but it doesn't work that way for some musicians, Willie and Mikey especially. Another group of musicians showed up...before the night was done, the band had invited and hosted 3 different drummers, 3 different bass players, and 4 different singers. The drummers were of varying quality and experience, the singers were pretty much good, and the bass players were all very good. I prefer the core unit of Shakedown to play, because we know a lot of songs that can only be pulled off live by having played them many times together over a period of time and we've worked up the proper dynamics and so forth to do the songs justice. If somebody's sitting in on one of those songs, that perfect chemistry is not in balance and it can get screwed up. That aside, it was OK to have these folks play with us and I had fun. But while they were sitting in, guess what was happening out in the crowd with Willie and Mikey and their buddies...by the time they got back up on stage to play the last 3 songs of the night, they were both totally smashed beyond repair. Willie passed out during "Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'" by Journey...Brandi was also out there drinking with folks and she had some trouble getting her voice back after not singing for an hour or so, but she got the words out and gave it the best shot she had, which for her under those conditions is still better than the other singers put together. Me and Lynn are stone-cold sober. We have to be. We move the equipment and the people around before and after the gigs and we are the main elements of the band's music. If we got drunk during a gig, the whole scene would disintegrate and we'd lose our popularity and all our gigs. We have a reputation now, and it's important that we back it up every time we play. We're booked well into 2007 now and we're not gonna let anything screw up the momentum we have now. Anyway, it took me 2 hours to get Willie home. It's hard to move an unconscious guy around, not to mention all his stuff...drums, cymbals, gig bag, etc...but I got him back home, I appreciated the fact that he waited until I had put his whole drum kit back in the condo, picked his crumpled carcass up off of the grassy knoll next to the parking lot's handicapped space (where I parked...it's OK, it was 3 in the morning) and was in the process of carrying him inside before he finally tossed his waffles. I set him down 10 feet from the door and waited until his body emptied itself of the poison all over himself, then I said look. I have to go now, but I don't want to leave you out here. Why dontcha let me get you 10 more feet to the door here, and you can go into the bathroom right next to the front door...he said, no, go ahead...I'm OK...sorry...didn't mean to do this...Willie knew he'd ruined his gig but he really didn't mess me up other than to not be able to get his stuff together...I had to do all of that. I could have just said Screw you, ya friggin' idiot, and split from the CES, leaving him there for somebody else to deal with, but I brought him there, so as if he was part of my equipment, I carried him out of there like a bag of cymbal stands. I think he knows that this kind of BS is not my idea of how a professional carries out his business. If I was Lynn, I would have a little talkie-poo with him, maybe. Mikey wasn't near in the shape Willie was, but he took off his bass at the end of the night and threw it across the room, into the wall, and it scared the daylights out of the crowd...except for us...we're used to it now. Like I say, the destruction act is part of Shakedown lore. The hard partying, the top-flight musicianship of the band, the peaks and valleys. We played "Sweet Child O'Mine" by Guns and Roses last night on a request, we had never played the song before and we nailed it precisely as the record has it...the people who requested it were holding up their cell phones to the band, taking pictures and sending their signals to their friends in Austin, who were actually watching us play. It was a strangely beautiful night. The band rose to excellence and then half of the band collapsed during the last set...I had a long and very deep conversation with one of the guys that came back from Iraq. I learned a lot. You have to filter information because of the drinking going on, but the guy was sincere and he told me straight out how it is. He just got back. He's a big ol' boy and he's healthy as a horse, but he's got a lot on his mind and he unloaded a lot of pain. That's another subject, but overall this was one night that felt like 2 nights. Cheers, WC1
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