Asked to turn up at a gig
Greg D
asked to turn up last night for the first time ever. We had become
accustomed to compliments on how low we play which allows folks to
talk, so being asked to crank was unexpected. Even so, we didn't crank
much. It's like we've reached this volume threshold that we can't
transcend... funny really...
Greg
fl...@comcast.net
>We have become masters of low volume play - so much so that we were
>asked to turn up last night for the first time ever.
Sounds like you had a gig in the bizarro universe :)
Frank
Frank Milewski
http://mywebpages.comcast.net/flat9/corps_of_discovery
Joe Finn
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> On 3 Jan 2004 07:44:28 -0800, oas...@cox.net (Greg D) wrote:
>
> >We have become masters of low volume play - so much so that we were
> >asked to turn up last night for the first time ever.
>
> Sounds like you had a gig in the bizarro universe :)
>
> Frank
This happened to me on one memorable occasion when I was asked to play at a
Catholic Church service. I got there early and was set up and in position
when the parishioners began to file in. Several of the older folks gave me
funny looks since they were evidently unaccustomed to seeing an electric
guitar in their midst at church. Others were open hostile. One older woman
scornfully informed me that, "Electric guitars have no business in our
church." or something to that effect.
Anyhow, the acoustics were beautiful; very live, rich and resonant. The
performance also included a drummer, bass, and piano in addition to a chorus
of about 30 singers. I began by playing about like I always do: loud enough
to hear myself but so loud that I have trouble hearing anything else. This
seemed fine. The band leader who was also playing piano, seemed happy with
the balance and said things were fine dynamically when I asked him.
The pastor, who is a great guy and a fine guitarist himself, made a few
comments acknowledging the presence of the extra musicians at one point
during the service. He thanked us profusely and expressed the gratitude of
the congregation. He mentioned how he thought it sounded great, etc. , etc.
Then he says, "We could use a little more guitar, though." He even pointed
at me and gestured "up, up" with his finger.
Well, I almost laughed out loud! The leader looked at me and nodded. "Turn
it up." , he said. So we played a bit louder through the rest of the service
including a semi-raucous gospel style, back beat recessional complete with a
"loud and clear" guitar chunkin' away unabashedly.
My scornful old friend gave me one last dirty look on the way out the door.
This time with her hands over her ears. ........joe
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Rick Handel
"Joe Finn" <J...@JoeFinn.net> wrote in message
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> <fl...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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> > On 3 Jan 2004 07:44:28 -0800, oas...@cox.net (Greg D) wrote:
> >
> > >We have become masters of low volume play - so much so that we were
> > >asked to turn up last night for the first time ever.
> >
> > Sounds like you had a gig in the bizarro universe :)
> >
> > Frank
>
> This happened to me on one memorable occasion when I was asked to play at
a
> Catholic Church service. I got there early and was set up and in position
> when the parishioners began to file in. Several of the older folks gave me
> funny looks since they were evidently unaccustomed to seeing an electric
> guitar in their midst at church. Others were open hostile. One older woman
> scornfully informed me that, "Electric guitars have no business in our
> church." or something to that effect.
<SNIP>
Ha! I have a similar story. I played a gig once at a Unitarian Church
service as an interlude to the actual service. I played a solo chord
melody arrangement of "Over the Rainbow" for one break and "There Will Never
Be Another You" for another one. There was an old lady in the front row who
(rather rudely and sarcastically) said "Oh, THIS should be interesting" as
the pastor nodded to me after his sermon and the woman saw the electric
guitar and amp. Her comment didn't help the stage fright much since you
could here a pin drop in the place. :) Everybody heard it. Anyway, there
was a really nice sound in there and I ended up getting a standing ovation
at the end of the second tune, so all in all it was fun. Don't know if I'd
do something like that again though. :)
Rick
Pete Kerezman
>I began by playing about like I always do: loud enough
>to hear myself but so loud that I have trouble hearing anything else. This
>seemed fine.
Well, Joe, in view of your attitude I'm not so surprised that the
poor ol' gal grumped out. <VBG>
Texas Pete
Max Leggett
>> Catholic Church service. I got there early and was set up and in position
>> when the parishioners began to file in. Several of the older folks gave me
>> funny looks since they were evidently unaccustomed to seeing an electric
>> guitar in their midst at church. Others were open hostile. One older woman
>> scornfully informed me that, "Electric guitars have no business in our
>> church." or something to that effect.
>
>
><SNIP>
>Ha! I have a similar story. I played a gig once at a Unitarian Church
>service as an interlude to the actual service. I played a solo chord
>melody arrangement of "Over the Rainbow" for one break and "There Will Never
>Be Another You" for another one. There was an old lady in the front row who
>(rather rudely and sarcastically) said "Oh, THIS should be interesting" as
>the pastor nodded to me after his sermon and the woman saw the electric
Christians, man. Who can figure 'em?
Joe Finn
"Pete Kerezman" <pete...@aol.com> wrote in message
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Hmmmm........ looks like someone on my staff of proofreaders has made yet
another error. 8-)
The sentence you quoted should actually read:
I began by playing about like I always do: loud enough
to hear myself but *not* so loud that I have trouble hearing anything else.
Sorry for the error. You can't get good help anymore these days. Thanks
for catching the mistake, Pete. ........joe
lbrt...@aol.com
> We have become masters of low volume play - so much so that we were
> asked to turn up last night for the first time ever.
<smile>Often this is just a clubowmer's affliction; i.e., to have to
critique or give orders to the band no matter how good the sound may
be, just to feel secure<G>. For many, if its just right, then it's
got to be either too loud or too soft; if you hire a new member they
are an improvement one week and a detriment the next, when the place
is lean your regular followers are wonderful people, but personae non
grata when it's crowded, etc. etc.
William C.
"Max Leggett" <mleg...@NOSPAMMAAMsprint.ca> wrote in message
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I've got a church story as well. A sizeable church (in the thousands), a
singles meeting, many folks, in the, "sanctuary," proper. An, "original,"
solo vocal/guitar. After which, when I sat down, the folks started stamping
their feet, clapping their hands, and shouting, in unison, "We want Bill."
After which the, "leader," of the substance abuse folks in the much smaller
room across the hall literally burst in, glaring and harumphing. I got a
lead into a, "Christian," record company with that song... recorded a demo
with a then older fella" (original issue bebopper on bass). The A&R guy
loved it. All I had to do (which I didn't) was dump my older friend and
front a group of young guys he'd signed.
Along the lines of what you said, Max....
There are, "Christians," and then there ARE christians.
Bill
Max Leggett
<misterw...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>Along the lines of what you said, Max....
>There are, "Christians," and then there ARE christians.
I remember my ex mother-in-law. I politely declined going to church,
saying that I didn't think the Lord would appreciate me going against
my principles. "But please feel free to pray for my soul," I added
with a smile. That got me a dirty look and, "That's your job. I'm not
doing it for you."
William C.
"Max Leggett" <mleg...@NOSPAMMAAMsprint.ca> wrote in message
yep, that would be, "A Christian." An attempt (doomed to failure, but that
ol' rebel debel & crew are die-hards) to, "kill," The Word with a word.
Guess it was always so, the necessity of a score card to actually discern
the players....
Lumpy
> ...I was asked to play at a Catholic Church service...
> ...One older woman scornfully informed me that,
> "Electric guitars have no business in our church."
> or something to that effect.
Boy, that begs for a wise guy answer..:-)
Here's some off the top of my head.
- It's ok, god sent us.
- It's not "your church" any more.
It was bought by Fender.
- Talk to your pastor. He's the one paying
me $2400 for the one hour session.
- The church has gone union. One elec guitar
is now required at every service.
Lumpy
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In Your Ears for 40 Years
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Joe Finn
"Lumpy" <lu...@digitalcartography.com> wrote in message
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Lumpy: I always think about wise guy answers after the fact. "What I should
have said" is something I find myself thinking about more than just once in
a while.
If I was really quick I might have said:
"May the peace of the Lord be always with you."
Or "Thanks, It's great to be here with you, too."
Or "Sorry I don't take requests....."
Mostly when people are rude with me I'm flabbergasted and speechless. Oh
well. ........joe
Omcha
"turn it up"..........the person asking is "not" a jazz fan.
What has inevitably happened to me with a job such as that ......is.....
The person who hired me..... likes jazz.....however ...the people at his
function ...do not..........Therefore ....When the "volume seeking brain deads"
ask for a "high noise level" ... I.....tell them the "boss" doesn't want the
music to be louder.
Of course that doesn't work.......but it may get you a ten minute reprieve from
the "tone deaf guest" and you can make a run for the buffet line!
Jess
Michael Nickolas
>Mostly when people are rude with me I'm flabbergasted and speechless.
And isn't it funny how the guests at a private gathering are far more
rude to musicians than your everyday club drunk? And the rudest aren't
even the people paying your check. It's always an old uncle or someone
with no connection to the function excepted for being invited.
Just an observation....
Michael Nickolas
www.studionineproductions.com
Max Leggett
<news...@comcast.net> wrote:
>
>
>>Mostly when people are rude with me I'm flabbergasted and speechless.
>
>And isn't it funny how the guests at a private gathering are far more
>rude to musicians than your everyday club drunk? And the rudest aren't
>even the people paying your check. It's always an old uncle or someone
>with no connection to the function excepted for being invited.
>
>Just an observation....
Musicians are mere hired help, and the insecure always enjoy
hoity-toiting it over people they like to consider their inferiors.
>
>
>
>Michael Nickolas
>www.studionineproductions.com
Myth
"Max Leggett" <mleg...@NOSPAMMAAMsprint.ca> skrev i en meddelelse
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"Hoity-toiting", he he, been a while since I heard that expression last
>
Joe Finn
"Michael Nickolas" <news...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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>
>
> >Mostly when people are rude with me I'm flabbergasted and speechless.
>
> And isn't it funny how the guests at a private gathering are far more
> rude to musicians than your everyday club drunk?
This is obviously because the drunks in the clubs are pros. The guests at
your average
private gathering are dilatants and dabbling amateurs all.
> And the rudest aren't
> even the people paying your check. It's always an old uncle or someone
> with no connection to the function excepted for being invited.
I remember playing at a reception several years ago where the stereotypical
"old uncle guy" much as you describe, imposed himself on the stand and
refused to allow the band to continue until we all told him what our
ancestral background was. He was serious but we all started laughing. I told
him I was Italian/Irish and he said, "I can't talk to you." Which was really
weird. This is all going on in the middle of a set with a couple hundred
guests looking towards us quizzically. Then he asked the same question to a
couple other guys, told them the same thing and so on. Finally he got to the
sax player who was Polish. He proclaims, "Ah! Finally someone I can talk
to!" Then he said a couple of things to him in what I think was Polish and
finally was dragged off the stand by a couple of the other male guests much
to my relief. That was a really weird scene. .....joe
Myth
"Joe Finn" <J...@JoeFinn.net> skrev i en meddelelse
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> I remember playing at a reception several years ago where the
stereotypical
> "old uncle guy" much as you describe, imposed himself on the stand and
> refused to allow the band to continue until we all told him what our
> ancestral background was. He was serious but we all started laughing. I
told
> him I was Italian/Irish and he said, "I can't talk to you." Which was
really
> weird. This is all going on in the middle of a set with a couple hundred
> guests looking towards us quizzically. Then he asked the same question to
a
> couple other guys, told them the same thing and so on. Finally he got to
the
> sax player who was Polish. He proclaims, "Ah! Finally someone I can talk
> to!" Then he said a couple of things to him in what I think was Polish and
> finally was dragged off the stand by a couple of the other male guests
much
> to my relief. That was a really weird scene. .....joe
>
who in his youth was a drummer in a jazz trio playing resorts in the summer.
Parkinson asked him why he gave it up and he told this story:
Mid-gig some elderly intoxicated gentleman approched the piano player asking
if they would play "That's What You Are" (this of course performed by
Sellers with grotesque upperclass accent), the pianoplayer doesn't know the
titel, and starts checking his fake books, no luck. Excuses to the customer,
who starts a long tirade: I never thought I should see the day where a
musician wouldn't know....blah blah. The pianoplayer asks if maybe he could
sing a little bit of the song and the old geezer goes: Unforgetable, that's
what you are.................
Michael Nickolas
>Musicians are mere hired help, and the insecure always enjoy
>hoity-toiting it over people they like to consider their inferiors.
I guess that about sums it up :-) One of the reasons I decided to
concentrate on recording and production instead of gigging. It is SO
easy to get jaded playing GB. I certainly don't knock people who are
able to do it though! More power to them, making a good living playing
their axe.
>The guests at your average
>private gathering are dilatants and dabbling amateurs all.
Right, instead of seeing a live band weekly, like your club drunk,
they see a band only once or twice a year.
>I think was Polish and finally was dragged off the stand by
>a couple of the other male guests much to my relief.
Man, I'm sure this thread could fill up with many a nightmare story! I
have my share. I was lucky though. The GB I did do over the years was
mostly with the same singer. He was SO good with the people. I don't
know how he could do it. I would see Old Uncle approaching the stand
and warn him with "incoming, at 12 o'clock". He could somehow handle
every situation, without appearing to insult. Amazing really....
Michael Nickolas
www.studionineproductions.com
Max Leggett
wrote:
>I saw this English TV show "Parkinson" where the guest was Peter Sellers,
>who in his youth was a drummer in a jazz trio playing resorts in the summer.
>Parkinson asked him why he gave it up and he told this story:
>Mid-gig some elderly intoxicated gentleman approched the piano player asking
>if they would play "That's What You Are" (this of course performed by
>Sellers with grotesque upperclass accent), the pianoplayer doesn't know the
>titel, and starts checking his fake books, no luck. Excuses to the customer,
>who starts a long tirade: I never thought I should see the day where a
>musician wouldn't know....blah blah. The pianoplayer asks if maybe he could
>sing a little bit of the song and the old geezer goes: Unforgetable, that's
>what you are.................
Or the drunk who wants to hear 'Sam and Janet'. Scramble through fake
books ... "Uh, could you sing a couple fof bars?" "Sam and Janet
evening ...."
Tom Lippincott
heh; I remember hearing one where someone asked repeatedly to hear "Funny
Butt". After the band was completely stymied, the person started
singing...."Funny, but life becomes a cold rainy day.."
Even funnier is the fact that it should have been "funny how".
BTW, speaking of Peter Sellers, I just watched Being There again last night.
What a great film.
Tom Lippincott
Guitarist, Composer, Teacher
audio samples, articles, CD's at:
http://www.tomlippincott.com
8 string guitar audio samples at:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/tomlippincottmusic.htm
Jurupari
>Butt". After the band was completely stymied, the person started
>singing...."Funny, but life becomes a cold rainy day.."
I thought it was funny but when you're near me.
My fave was from a poster here - the irishman who asked for Detroit for his
mussus and when the band started Detroit City, he sez no, no, detriot to tell
us we're too young...
I always liked the Gorilla song, too - gorilla my dreams.
As far as turning up at a gig, unless you're actually missing, you should
probably do it before the place closes or the clubowner may be obliged to cheat
someone else out of your money...
Pt
"Wrapped up like a douche".
Pt
Pt
wrote:
>BTW, speaking of Peter Sellers, I just watched Being There again last night.
>What a great film.
>
>Tom Lippincott
I bought a copy of that years ago and I watch it every few months.
One of the best.
Pt
Greg D
> At a recent gid a rock tune was requested.
> "Wrapped up like a douche".
>
> Pt
My gawd! That is has got to be one of the funniest posts I have ever
read! I assume they were referring to the Manfred Mann tune - Blinded
by the light...
"Blinded through the light, revved on like a two, another runner in
the night"
That is so da*m funny! "Wrapped up like a douche" - that is hilarious!
Greg
Pt
I cracked up on stage when she requested it.
We tried to sing it the way she said it but we were all laughing too
hard.
Acually it's revved up like a duece (1932 Ford hotrod).
We should work on singing the wrong words to songs but I doubt we
could get through it without laughing.
Pt
Tone
"Revved on like a two"??
Wow, good ears! I knew "wrapped up like a douche" couldn't possibly be
the right words but since I could never figure out what the heck the
real ones were, I too was stuck with it.
BTW you might want to keep an eye out for a desk calendar of misheard
lyrics called "Scuse me while I kiss this guy." Every other page had
me rolling. I got it a few years back but it seems like a pretty
timeless idea so maybe they still put them out.
Tom Lippincott
>
>Wow, good ears! I knew "wrapped up like a douche" couldn't possibly be
>the right words but since I could never figure out what the heck the
>real ones were, I too was stuck with it.
>
I had always thought it was wrapped up like a douche as well.
>BTW you might want to keep an eye out for a desk calendar of misheard
>lyrics called "Scuse me while I kiss this guy." Every other page had
>me rolling. I got it a few years back but it seems like a pretty
>timeless idea so maybe they still put them out.
there's a series of books, actually (sort of the bathroom reader type stuff),
and at the end they invite readers to send in their own. In the Police tune
"Every Breath You Take" there's a line that goes "how my poor heart aches" and
I thought for a long time he was singing "I'm a pool hall ace."
fl...@comcast.net
>BTW you might want to keep an eye out for a desk calendar of misheard
>lyrics called "Scuse me while I kiss this guy." Every other page had
>me rolling. I got it a few years back but it seems like a pretty
>timeless idea so maybe they still put them out.
or try:
http://www.kissthisguy.com/
Frank
Brian
>
> there's a series of books, actually (sort of the bathroom reader type
stuff),
> and at the end they invite readers to send in their own. In the Police
tune
> "Every Breath You Take" there's a line that goes "how my poor heart aches"
and
> I thought for a long time he was singing "I'm a pool hall ace."
In "Message in a bottle" on line sounds like "it's been a year since I broke
my nose" (should be "...wrote my note")
Brian
Jurupari
Bob Agnew
"Joe Finn" <J...@JoeFinn.net> wrote in message
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> <fl...@comcast.net> wrote in message
> news:3ff6f382....@news.pa.comcast.giganews.com...
> > On 3 Jan 2004 07:44:28 -0800, oas...@cox.net (Greg D) wrote:
> >
> > >We have become masters of low volume play - so much so that we were
> > >asked to turn up last night for the first time ever.
> >
> > Sounds like you had a gig in the bizarro universe :)
> >
> > Frank
>
> This happened to me on one memorable occasion when I was asked to play at
a
> Catholic Church service. I got there early and was set up and in position
> when the parishioners began to file in. Several of the older folks gave me
> funny looks since they were evidently unaccustomed to seeing an electric
> guitar in their midst at church. Others were open hostile. One older woman
> scornfully informed me that, "Electric guitars have no business in our
> church." or something to that effect.
>
> Anyhow, the acoustics were beautiful; very live, rich and resonant. The
> performance also included a drummer, bass, and piano in addition to a
chorus
> of about 30 singers. I began by playing about like I always do: loud
enough
> to hear myself but so loud that I have trouble hearing anything else. This
> seemed fine. The band leader who was also playing piano, seemed happy with
> the balance and said things were fine dynamically when I asked him.
>
> The pastor, who is a great guy and a fine guitarist himself, made a few
> comments acknowledging the presence of the extra musicians at one point
> during the service. He thanked us profusely and expressed the gratitude of
> the congregation. He mentioned how he thought it sounded great, etc. ,
etc.
> Then he says, "We could use a little more guitar, though." He even
pointed
> at me and gestured "up, up" with his finger.
>
> Well, I almost laughed out loud! The leader looked at me and nodded. "Turn
> it up." , he said. So we played a bit louder through the rest of the
service
> including a semi-raucous gospel style, back beat recessional complete with
a
> "loud and clear" guitar chunkin' away unabashedly.
>
> My scornful old friend gave me one last dirty look on the way out the
door.
> This time with her hands over her ears. ........joe