By the way I have posted some good jazz stories before about my times at the NYC jazz clubs and got zero replies. I will repost my latest one and see if that changes : )
I see Gary Bartz in the Isle of Wight festival link acman3 posted and it brought back a great memory I have of meeting him.
I was at a Lou Donaldson gig about 7 years ago at the Iridium NYC and when I left after the first show I saw Lou at the burger joint upstairs out on Broadway (Iridium is on the corner of 59th and Broadway). So I walk in and sit down at his table and we just start talking. Mostly about boxing, baseball (Lou is a big fan of both as am I), and music.
The time flew by and then one of the employees from the club sticks her head in the doorway and shouts "Mr. Lou your second set starts in a minute." Lou asks me am I watching the second set and I say no don’t have a reservation so he invites me down to sit on the side of the stage right up on the left side just out of view of the audience. People were packed in like sardines in a can in that joint so my leg hit one of them small (and quite wobbly) tables on the way up there and spilled everybody’s drinks. Mr. Lou said don’t worry bout that crap!
I watched the show then afterwards Sweet Papa Lou (as he is known as) takes me into the band and staff room. I talked for another half hour or so with Lou and the band and a few other people that were back there. When I left I shook hands with everyone and I asked one guy I didn’t recognize his name. He says "Gary Bartz pleasure meeting you." Well needless to say he was much older and did not look the same but I still felt like an ass for not recognizing him.
I see Gary Bartz in the Isle of Wight festival link acman3 posted and it brought back a great memory I have of meeting him.
I was at a Lou Donaldson gig about 7 years ago at the Iridium NYC and when I left after the first show I saw Lou at the burger joint upstairs out on Broadway (Iridium is on the corner of 59th and Broadway). So I walk in and sit down at his table and we just start talking. Mostly about boxing, baseball (Lou is a big fan of both as am I), and music.
The time flew by and then one of the employees from the club sticks her head in the doorway and shouts "Mr. Lou your second set starts in a minute." Lou asks me am I watching the second set and I say no don’t have a reservation so he invites me down to sit on the side of the stage right up on the left side just out of view of the audience. People were packed in like sardines in a can in that joint so my leg hit one of them small (and quite wobbly) tables on the way up there and spilled everybody’s drinks. Mr. Lou said don’t worry bout that crap!
I watched the show then afterwards Sweet Papa Lou (as he is known as) takes me into the band and staff room. I talked for another half hour or so with Lou and the band and a few other people that were back there. When I left I shook hands with everyone and I asked one guy I didn’t recognize his name. He says "Gary Bartz pleasure meeting you." Well needless to say he was much older and did not look the same but I still felt like an ass for not recognizing him.