- 6 years ago
- Wedding: September 2012
Just needed to blurb this. Hoping there are some other musicians in here who can relate and share their own “phew” moments!
I’m a performing songwriter. Sometimes I have a rock band, sometimes I’m just a solo artist, both doing my own original music and some wacky covers by folks like Tom Waits or Steve Earle. Sometimes I sing in a jazz band for weddings and stuff. It’s my part time job, it supplements my income, and it’s incredibly personally rewarding. This month, I am making enough extra money to pay for 150 fancypants cupcakes for my wedding! Then there are other times when it’s really stressful, and I’ll tell you right now, it’s NOT glamorous and super-fun-party-all-the-time. It’s really hard work!
In the last 6 months, the rock band has been non-existent, because my bass player took a travel job, my drummer had kids to look after, and my various guitar players are all in multiple other bands (which is the same for me as well).
Rewind to two months ago when my friend, a local concert promoter, booked me and a full band to play a new concert series in my area. A nice high paying gig for my own music in an up and coming district, and since the kickoff, it’s become very popular and successful. Sure, I say, what better kick in the butt to get a band going again than to book something like this. Win!
Remember when I said sometimes it’s stressful? Fast forward to today, when I realize THE GIG IS NEXT WEEK AND I HAVE NO BAND. Crap. I call my friend and tell him this, and why don’t I just play a solo set. Nope. The whole premise of the concert series is to give local original rock bands a stage to play and good money to do it. By going solo, OR by telling him I can’t do it and to find a replacement, I screw him over. And no way do I want to make him look bad or blemish our friendship and working relationship. Nor do I want to marr my own reputation by dumping a gig, which I never, ever do (except one time when I quit a band because I was told I had to rap Will.I.Am’s part in Let’s Get It Started In Here…if you knew me, you’d know how entirely ludicrous this is).
So, I freak out. Knowing I can’t hold even one rehearsal, let alone the 3 it would take to put together a tight band, I start absolutely freaking out. Even with all the ridiculous talent around here, asking someone to play original music they’ve never played before is no easy task. I start looking in my phone to figure out who is going to be the best person to do a good job at such short notice.
On a whim, I call my traveling bass player, thinking at the very least he can help calm me down (he also happens to be one the best friends I’ve ever been blessed with). Turns out his employment contract ended and he’s coming back THIS WEEKEND. I call my drummer. He’s TOTALLY FREE next week and would love to play. Guitar player, I’m not as worried about…if the rhythm section is strong, any of the 5 incredible players I know can hang along just fine. And if they can’t do it, my music is such that it can stand up without a lead guitar.
So, I’m feeling extra relieved, excited about playing with my guys, and reinvigorated about getting to play in front of 1300 music fans on a gorgeous new outdoor stage for a concert series that has become super popular in my great city. Plus I feel like I just escaped from a really close call of either letting my friend down or putting on a halfassed show (thus still letting my friend down). Phew. I panicked for nothing, and everything is going to be A O K. In fact, it’s going to rock. Aaahhh.
Thanks for reading. I just needed to blurb it.