bovinehost
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First, thanks to bassmonkeee for the fabulous thread title.
Thursday night, Cowpilot takes a gig at The Flying Pig in Lake Dallas. Seems like it might be an okay place - bikers, people from the edges of the Big City, and what else would Cowpilot be doing anyway?
Nice stage. Big enough, not nasty at all. The bartender remembers our names - don't forget the tip! We get in early, get what I think is just a killer sound and wait for the appreciative crowd to roll in. We go on at 8 pm.
I bring the Big Poppa Bongo (yes, with the Ludwig pickguard) and the 20th SR5. Brian, being sensitive to such things, says that if I bring "the big, visually impressive" rig, he'll help me load in and out. Yewkay. So I have the Sunn and both Ampeg cabs, doing my best imitation of Grand Funk Railroad circa 1972.
I get a BIG, IMPRESSIVE sound, that's for sure.
The 20th sounds great.
So we start at 8 to about 10 people at the bar, all apparently mesmerized by the World Series. We open with "I Will Survive" which starts as a sh!tkicker root five then transforms into kind of a samba. Who could ignore THAT?
Um, everyone, apparently. We hit the last note and can hear glasses tinkling. Somewhere off in the distance, a coyote howls.
Okay! We tear through fast tunes, and we're KILLING.
No one cares.
We toss out anything vaguely mid-tempo. Surely they'll love "Folsom Pinball Wizard Blues"! No one seems to notice, even when Chris does his Pete Townsend windmill act.
Crickets are chirping.
It's so disheartening to think, "Man, we sound GOOD" and the twelve patrons don't even look up, don't even applaud except when I say, "Thanks! You've been great!" Maybe they had questions about who I was talking to.
Anyway, another great gig with my 20th but it was a tough one.
We've played to nearly empty bars (who hasn't?), but a nearly empty bar full of zombies was new.
Whew.
Jack
Thursday night, Cowpilot takes a gig at The Flying Pig in Lake Dallas. Seems like it might be an okay place - bikers, people from the edges of the Big City, and what else would Cowpilot be doing anyway?
Nice stage. Big enough, not nasty at all. The bartender remembers our names - don't forget the tip! We get in early, get what I think is just a killer sound and wait for the appreciative crowd to roll in. We go on at 8 pm.
I bring the Big Poppa Bongo (yes, with the Ludwig pickguard) and the 20th SR5. Brian, being sensitive to such things, says that if I bring "the big, visually impressive" rig, he'll help me load in and out. Yewkay. So I have the Sunn and both Ampeg cabs, doing my best imitation of Grand Funk Railroad circa 1972.
I get a BIG, IMPRESSIVE sound, that's for sure.
The 20th sounds great.
So we start at 8 to about 10 people at the bar, all apparently mesmerized by the World Series. We open with "I Will Survive" which starts as a sh!tkicker root five then transforms into kind of a samba. Who could ignore THAT?
Um, everyone, apparently. We hit the last note and can hear glasses tinkling. Somewhere off in the distance, a coyote howls.
Okay! We tear through fast tunes, and we're KILLING.
No one cares.
We toss out anything vaguely mid-tempo. Surely they'll love "Folsom Pinball Wizard Blues"! No one seems to notice, even when Chris does his Pete Townsend windmill act.
Crickets are chirping.
It's so disheartening to think, "Man, we sound GOOD" and the twelve patrons don't even look up, don't even applaud except when I say, "Thanks! You've been great!" Maybe they had questions about who I was talking to.
Anyway, another great gig with my 20th but it was a tough one.
We've played to nearly empty bars (who hasn't?), but a nearly empty bar full of zombies was new.
Whew.
Jack