frogman,
You mistakenly posted the link to the "Where were you?"
I suspect you meant to post this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylBFW9B6EJg
I was planning to use it for the "2nd break."
Here's a rehearsal story for you:
I was hired to play a gig for the local "country club" consisting of "standards." No problem.
I called some guys, put a band together and we showed up. One of the musicians was an absolute killer blues/funk guitar player that could sing his ass off. He wanted to explore the jazz scene and he was cool, so I invited him to play.
Two brothers on bass and trumpet, (the trumpet player could sing too), my dear friend Pete on keys and I played drums.
We were on our second tune when the lady that hired me came over in a panic and said, (picture dressed up woman with lots of makeup and bling),
"What the hell are you playing?!!!!!! I said I wanted standards!!!!!"
Me, being the guy that wants to please asked her, "what kind of standards do you want to hear?"
"WE WANT TO DANCE! WE WANT THE FUNKY STUFF!!!"
Quick rehearsal consisting of, "Hey guys! The lady says to funk it up!"
Bang we changed up. Old people dancing so hard I was afraid somebody would have a heart attack.
We played our last tune and were packing up. Pete was getting a beer. A guy comes to me and says "How much for another half an hour?"
I turn to the guitar player and ask him what it would take.
"500 bucks."
I told the guy, he peels of 5 Benjamins and we start in. Pete shows up with beers for the band, sees us getting ready to play and I yell, "500 bucks for 30 minutes!" He scrambles, we play.
We finished the set with "Shout" by Otis Day and the Knights. We killed it.
Long story short, this rehearsal lasted all of 10 seconds.
-- Bob
You mistakenly posted the link to the "Where were you?"
I suspect you meant to post this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylBFW9B6EJg
I was planning to use it for the "2nd break."
Here's a rehearsal story for you:
I was hired to play a gig for the local "country club" consisting of "standards." No problem.
I called some guys, put a band together and we showed up. One of the musicians was an absolute killer blues/funk guitar player that could sing his ass off. He wanted to explore the jazz scene and he was cool, so I invited him to play.
Two brothers on bass and trumpet, (the trumpet player could sing too), my dear friend Pete on keys and I played drums.
We were on our second tune when the lady that hired me came over in a panic and said, (picture dressed up woman with lots of makeup and bling),
"What the hell are you playing?!!!!!! I said I wanted standards!!!!!"
Me, being the guy that wants to please asked her, "what kind of standards do you want to hear?"
"WE WANT TO DANCE! WE WANT THE FUNKY STUFF!!!"
Quick rehearsal consisting of, "Hey guys! The lady says to funk it up!"
Bang we changed up. Old people dancing so hard I was afraid somebody would have a heart attack.
We played our last tune and were packing up. Pete was getting a beer. A guy comes to me and says "How much for another half an hour?"
I turn to the guitar player and ask him what it would take.
"500 bucks."
I told the guy, he peels of 5 Benjamins and we start in. Pete shows up with beers for the band, sees us getting ready to play and I yell, "500 bucks for 30 minutes!" He scrambles, we play.
We finished the set with "Shout" by Otis Day and the Knights. We killed it.
Long story short, this rehearsal lasted all of 10 seconds.
-- Bob