Some Anecdotes Along the Cover Music Performance Highway #7
Madonna Inn 11 Hour Gig
As the Whale's Knees Band and later, the Main Street Band , we became a very in-demand provider of wedding music, from the sol ceremony music to the background dinner music, to the full blown celebration dance music. Weddings were great. People were usually in a great mood ready to have fun and celebrate. There was always spontaneity, never knew what was going to happen or be said with the wedding party, extended family, and friends who aligned with bride or groom. Sometimes we felt like the band on the Titanic...as a little on the side running bet we would project the percentage possibility of the couple staying together. With some you just knew there were storms ahead. All part of the fun for us. Always good food, plenty of flowing drink, and most of the time, a good cake to be sampled later.
The Central Coast is a destination spot for big weddings because of its beauty and the places that cater to weddings. We were in cahoots with Wedding Planner, Eileen Hobbs, of Weddings and Happy Times, so we would often be the recommended first call band. Let's face it, we knew a shit load of music of all styles, could learn and cover anything, had good musicians, sounded great, knew how to work the room and build the energy, knew and respected typical wedding protocol, and looked good. What's not to like? And weddings were where you could really make some great money to augment the club wages.
Some Anecdotes Along the Cover Music Performance Highway #8
The Whales Knees Permutations
It started in Paso Robles in the Summer of 1972 when I met a songwriter, Steve Peters, from Castro Valley, California and a guitar player from Atascadero named Gary Roda. I honestly do not even recall the circumstance of the meeting. But it was fortuitous for it would set in motion collaborations and bands for the next 30 plus years. Steve had the songs. I had the voice and could also play acoustic (I had picked up my Martin 000-18 acoustic guitar with my first student loan when I started my collegiate career in 1970 at Claremont Men's College in Pomona...isn't that what you do with a student loan?). Gary had the guitar chops and the higher range to round out our beautiful 3 part harmony. This was the foundation. Three months of practice in a house in Paso Robles and then Steve convinced me to take my 1957 Volkswagon bug with us and our gear on the journey to fame in Boulder, Colorado. We were called Flapjaw back then (don't asked me why, but it was 1972, and names were kind of odd).
Fast forward after an epoch journey that got me and Gary back home with the Volkswagen sold to a Sheriff in Henrietta, Oklahoma, and me needing to get back into school to make sure my mother kept her welfare...Steve found his way back at some point. We reconvened and added a bass player, Mark Stoltenberg, who was a classmate of mine at Paso Robles High School. We had played together for a year or so in a cover band called Statesboro Blues,
Some Anecdotes Along the Cover Music Performance Highway #9
The Art and Science of Solo Gigs
Showing up in front of people and sharing your voice and your songs is a courageous thing to do. It is scary at times, it's invigorating, and it's inspiring as well. It is a place to find a zone of peace within, to learn to not be so attached to outcome, to stay focused even when there is little response to validate. One learns to be stronger and more confident and less looking for others to tell us we are ok and good enough. And yet, the music industry in the large scale is cut throat, vicious and abusive. Careers rise and fall over night. The public feels it is their right to ridicule and pass judgement of your song, the way you look, your dress, your talent...and in these times, so much of it is done anonymously. So why on Earth would someone want to be a performing musician?
For me, it comes down to the feeling I get when I sing and really resonate with what I am singing. It is a timeless place where I feel in a flow that rides the melody and the rhythm. I get fed by singing, especially now that I know all about sound and how it massages and clears and uplifts my own physical and emotional self, I see an expanded value in it. Mostly it is an intimacy that happens when sharing the core of me, vulnerable to all who hear and see, and, honestly, making a human to human connection. It may not be everyone, but it is someone...and that is usually enough. When I was writing songs weekly for the Sunday...