cj's landing
thursday night i played with my cousin*, nick edelstein, a local singer-songwriter, at cj's landing in bucktown.
click here to see pics, courtesy hunter the photo bug.
*his first cousin donna married my first cousin henrik. by patel standards, we're family. mrs. wintermute thinks this is weird with a capital "V."
anyway, the actual show went well. most importantly (since it was his show), nick sounded good. he was nice enough to let me choose the cover song (pixies' wave of mutilation) and even played a wintermute original. our drummer stan, despite being older than dirt, came through big time, and our improvised solos held together pretty well.
the night started out rough when the sound guy showed up an hour after the show was supposed to begin. but i wasn't complaining, b/c A, never complain to the guy who's in charge of your sound (it's like sending food back to the kitchen) and B, starting later improved our chances of having a decent crowd. at the end of the day, the crowd consisted of hunter, nick's family, stan's family, the other bands, and the organizers of the event. so we basically threw a show for each other. my view on this is that i'd be happy playing in someone's basement. so if i'm going to get to do it on a stage with a sound system, any audience is gravy.
five minutes into warming up, my bass stops working. it's not the amp, it's not the cord, it's definitely the bass. here is the point where my night just gets way, way, way lucky. first, the drummer of the other band is a guitar tech. he guesses that my input jack is detached or fried. next, hunter, has a pocket knife that can unscrew the the back plate of my bass. no way we were going to find a philips head that small. third, and this is where it gets unbelievable, the shift manager at cj's actually has a soldering gun kit.
Un.Fuck.Ing.Be.Lievable.
Finally, nick's dad is a contractor who builds houses. Nick grew up doing electrician stuff helping he dad. nick and mr. edelstein fix the jack, re-attach the plate, and presto, i am good to go. imagine if that had happened halfway through our set. i would have been up shit's creek.
here's the sequence in photos:
mcguyver # 1 taking apart the back of my guitar
jack, the manager, getting his soldering gun
macguyvers # 2 and #3 soldering the jack connection
lisa from one introduces us.
time for the mo szyclack, err, nick edelstein experience
the soundguy shows up, we finish soundchecking (shortest on record: 90 seconds). the chick from One gets up to do her spiel, and then we do our thing.
all in all a fun night. beats law & order re-runs AND it got me out of work early. thanks again to nick for having me play with him. thanks to hunter for showing up, fixing my guitar, taking pics, and not complaining when i bought him a pitcher of the cheap shit (that's actually what it said on the tap) as a thank you.
click here to see pics, courtesy hunter the photo bug.
*his first cousin donna married my first cousin henrik. by patel standards, we're family. mrs. wintermute thinks this is weird with a capital "V."
anyway, the actual show went well. most importantly (since it was his show), nick sounded good. he was nice enough to let me choose the cover song (pixies' wave of mutilation) and even played a wintermute original. our drummer stan, despite being older than dirt, came through big time, and our improvised solos held together pretty well.
the night started out rough when the sound guy showed up an hour after the show was supposed to begin. but i wasn't complaining, b/c A, never complain to the guy who's in charge of your sound (it's like sending food back to the kitchen) and B, starting later improved our chances of having a decent crowd. at the end of the day, the crowd consisted of hunter, nick's family, stan's family, the other bands, and the organizers of the event. so we basically threw a show for each other. my view on this is that i'd be happy playing in someone's basement. so if i'm going to get to do it on a stage with a sound system, any audience is gravy.
five minutes into warming up, my bass stops working. it's not the amp, it's not the cord, it's definitely the bass. here is the point where my night just gets way, way, way lucky. first, the drummer of the other band is a guitar tech. he guesses that my input jack is detached or fried. next, hunter, has a pocket knife that can unscrew the the back plate of my bass. no way we were going to find a philips head that small. third, and this is where it gets unbelievable, the shift manager at cj's actually has a soldering gun kit.
Un.Fuck.Ing.Be.Lievable.
Finally, nick's dad is a contractor who builds houses. Nick grew up doing electrician stuff helping he dad. nick and mr. edelstein fix the jack, re-attach the plate, and presto, i am good to go. imagine if that had happened halfway through our set. i would have been up shit's creek.
here's the sequence in photos:
mcguyver # 1 taking apart the back of my guitar
jack, the manager, getting his soldering gun
macguyvers # 2 and #3 soldering the jack connection
lisa from one introduces us.
time for the mo szyclack, err, nick edelstein experiencethe soundguy shows up, we finish soundchecking (shortest on record: 90 seconds). the chick from One gets up to do her spiel, and then we do our thing.
all in all a fun night. beats law & order re-runs AND it got me out of work early. thanks again to nick for having me play with him. thanks to hunter for showing up, fixing my guitar, taking pics, and not complaining when i bought him a pitcher of the cheap shit (that's actually what it said on the tap) as a thank you.
posted by Wintermute at 5:51 PM
1 Comments:
you actually paid for someone else's pitcher?
you should have taken a picture, ive never seen that event before
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