There’s something about music.
I got a call recently for a gig playing with a Swing band at the Hip Kitty Jazz Club in Claremont. I have been to this venue before and really liked the atmostphere and thought it was a real hip place, so naturally I was excited to get to play there. I said yes to the gig perhaps too soon. With gas costs to and from the rehearsal and performance, I woul be about breaking even. But, I figured, it would still be fun to play at such a cool venue.
The only available rehearsal space was the band leader’s wife’s salon. While driving up the street on my way to the rehearsal, I got a flat tire. That really set the mood perfectly for how the night would unfold. The drummer was also a sub, like me, as well as the bari sax player. I won’t bore you with specifics, but the rehearsal was 3 hours of misery. For a swing band, we certainly didn’t swing. The drummer in particular was all over the place. Beats were dropped right and left, the saxes were out of tune, all of my parts were written out note for note, and I was the youngest in the band by at least 40 years. As soon as the rehearsal was over, I bolted out the door to leave. But, alas, I still had a flat tire to change. I set about doing so when the band leader noticed my situation and did what he could to help. 2 other members of the band came out and helped me change my flat tire.
So, the gig was tonight. I had told all my friends how awful it was going to be. I had talked it up to be this horrible 4 hour performance that I was about to experience…for free.