In Which the Prof Is Reminded that Rock and Roll Is a Young Man’s Game (If You Don’t Have Roadies)

Played a gig down on the town square last night, as part of a summer community concert series. We’ve played this a few times before over the years, to generally elderly and indifferent crowds (as a friend of mine once said, “These people didn’t like this kind of stuff when it was new.”) To compound matters, the high yesterday was somewhere around 103, with a heat index listed merely as “a night in the box,” (hence the cooler of bottled water I brought) and we did nothing but original material — guaranteed success, right?

Actually, it went pretty well — the crowd was a bit larger than in previous years, with ages ranging from three and four to approximately dead, with a smattering of college kids and recent grads, along with several faculty. They were pretty responsive, and I think we followed Niven’s Law (“If the applause isn’t louder than the music, something’s wrong. Play better or softer.”) throughout.  Lots of smiles, little kids dancing, people snapping pictures, and some seeming interest in our upcoming EP.

We did 18 songs in our one-hour set — not Ramones or Minutemen numbers, but I’d like to think we were in the best traditions of 1966. We had a few clams here and there (I know I had two missed crashes, and a couple of fills that sounded better in my imagination than in my hands), but no trainwrecks, and I think we actually sounded pretty solid — and we would have been better if we had monitors. I also caught the eye of a young hottie at the show — turns out I’m married to her. How convenient.

So I’m pretty sure a good time was had by all, at least until the load out, when I strained something in my back. (Note to my 25-year-old self: That oversized seven-piece kit does not get lighter over the next two decades.) So I came home, took a couple of extra-strength Tylenol, booked a hotel room for next Friday night so that I don’t have to make round trips for the session next weekend, and crashed a little later. Woke up this morning feeling like Heinz Guderian was conducting maneuvers in my lumbar region, but have already rallied sufficiently to mow the jungle around Spackle Manor, and am looking forward to a trip to Real City with the Spawn to see Captain America and hit the comic and book stores. Catch you later.

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9 Responses to In Which the Prof Is Reminded that Rock and Roll Is a Young Man’s Game (If You Don’t Have Roadies)

  1. majormaddog says:

    Count me in for a copy of the EP. Mad pup thought CA was the best of the comic book films this year. For me it was a tossup with X-Men. Oh yeah, they have these things called video cameras and this thing called YouTube so that you can keep those performances for posterity, or at least for friends and fam not in Mondoville.

  2. majormaddog says:

    Count me in for a copy of the EP. Mad pup thought CA was the best of the comic book films this year. For me it was a tossup with X-Men. Oh yeah, they have these things called video cameras and this thing called YouTube so that you can keep those performances for posterity, or at least for friends and fam not in Mondoville.

  3. Joe says:

    ProMo,
    I know I’ve said it before, but perhaps it bears repeating: I’m delighted to find you still funny! I too had a gig last week at Eaton Ohio’s lovely Crosswalk Coffeehouse. Chamber music may not be, but the coffeehouse is basically dead as a venue for it. Except at Crosswalk, where, despite a number of contraindicators, a loyal audience of about eight or ten people will file in, grab some noshes, sit down, shut up and reverently listen to your show. If there is AC at Crosswalk, it is always set to low. Eaton is about 30 miles east of Dayton or north of Hamilton, take your pick, but there is no direct access from 75. Still the audience comes and tips in fives and even tens and the house usually kicks in enough for your gas…ok, one way. I did have the pleasure of sharing the bill with my friend of the fretboard, Lexingtonian Chris Weiss and the show marks the first time an audience member requested a specific Celtic tune and I happened to know it! Stay healthy, keep rockin’ and get a haircut!
    Joe

  4. Fudd says:

    Man, you’re dead on about the age thing. Every time I forget and pick something up with my right arm and my surgically reconstructed shoulder goes pop, I ask myself why someone with a reconstructed shoulder is even doing this 🙂 So add to Zappa’s description of a perfect musician’s woman (combo of a waitress and Hoover vacuum cleaner, to paraphrase) ability to lift and carry large objects…

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  6. 357 says:

    Professor, as I learned the hard way in my younger days, helping to load in and out a full Hammond B-3, Ibuprofen is your friend when there are no roadies.

  7. Fudd says:

    Every gig Montage plays, while we’re loading/unloading, Doug says at least twice “this is what we get paid for” haha

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