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W/usual ridiculous pics.
Last Saturday was my birthday, so I played a show with my band, Crash Pad. We called it Krash Bash 2012, and billed it as my "25th Annual 29th Birthday" (since I turned 54). I got 2 of my fave local bands with old friends in them to play, and the house added a fourth.
Here is the flyer:
This is a college town and the kids are now gone for summer already, so it was just a small crowd of friends.. It was good fun though.
Here is the openers, the Holy Sh!ts:
Here's my friends Half-Crocked, formerly known as Half-Cocked (note boy-grrl ratio), with my friends Deb and Cindy:
Unfortunately I didn't get any shots of closers the Gris Gris Boys, with my friend Rob singing and playing guitar. This is them though, I believe playing the same club on a different night:
This is us, mucho mas fotos later.
As usual, any and all questions answered, and your gibes re my poseritude encouraged.
We do originals, sorry.
This post was edited by Brian Krashpad at May 20, 2012 2:10:42 PM PDT
Obviously these guys are not professional writers, but they seem earnest and conscientious, and the review is pretty accurate!
[url]http://twoguysmetalreviews.blogspot.fr/2012/04/crash-pad.html[/url]
Yesterday was wild. Went to church and got all my gear set up in the Fellowship Hall, along with my big bass rig I was lending our bassist, and then worked on getting the PA all connected. Two hours into that our band leader arrived and said we were playing... in the [B]sanctuary![/B]
D'OH!
So, I moved everything over to the sanctuary.
Then we're about to start practice, and our band leader says, "Brian, we have something for you."
I'm totally puzzled.
He gets out an Epi hardshell case and sets it on a table and says "Open it."
I look at him like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? So I say, "I hope this is something you got for the church..."
I open the case and it's an Epiphone Casino. Last weekend someone had asked what my next guitar would be, and I said I hadn't bought a guitar in 2 years and wouldn't any time soon, but that there was a sweet Casino on Craigslist.
The nutters bought it for me! He said "It's for your birthday next month, but we thought we'd give it to you early so you could play it at Praise In The Field (our next out-of-church concert downtown in a couple weeks)!"
I'm still totally flabbergasted.
Seller's pics from cl:
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As everyone is sick of hearing, back in 2006 a
friend who was running a benefit asked if I could
provide a bassist and drummer to play with Bo Diddley.
Pardon the margins:
We were supposed to close. So I show up early and
walk into the bar and Bo is seated onstage, playing.
His daughter Terri, his keyboardist, sees my case and
says "The bass player is here!" I say "Yes, I'll
play bass if this gentleman will let me."
Bo keeps playing.
Now I look up onstage and there's a drum kit. Not my
drummer's kit. The promoter dude asked for a bassist
and a drummer so I got my side-band drummer, burned
him a copy of Bo's best and the poor guy practices up,
makes cheats, loads everything up and they've got
someone else. Crap. I love benefits.
I load in, while Bo is playing to a few dozen people,
futzing around with his guitar synthesizer thingy. I
say to Terri "If you can give me keys it'd be great."
Bo hears and turns around (he is seated facing the
audience) and says "We don't do that 'key' shit."
Haha, welcome to the big leagues, Brian Krashpad!
I'm up there playing with Bo, before the show has
started (his granddaughter or some such relative is
playing drums, while we wait for the keyboards to
arrive) and my drummer walks in. "So I guess I don't
need to unload?" I try to apologize (not that it's
anything I did) while playing. I don't see him for
the rest of the night. Crap.
So the keyboards arrive and Terri finally finds a
workable sound, and she is sweet as pie, telling me
how it is tough to play behind Bo and all, and she's
still not used to it! She also says "You're a brave
man!" and I said something to the effect of that I was
equal parts brave and stupid, but no way would I turn
down this gig.
Bo quits the stage and retires to the VIP room
backstage. Not wanting to be presumptious I stay out
front, I want to be out there when my wife arrives
anyhow. My wife arrives, as does my lead singer from
my side band, less than pleased about the $15 cover
(which my wife also paid).
After a LONG wait (Bo does some sort of interview
backstage in the VIP room), we finally are almost
ready to go on. "Where's the guitar player?"
everyone asks. I was only told they needed bass and
drums. A guitarist from one of the other bands on the
bill shows up, with an acoustic electric. Hmm. That
bit actually turned out OK though.
Bo immediately breaks a string before we start the
first song. He has no backup guitar and not even any
spare strings onstage. A relative is dispatched to go
get his spare strings. A VERY long string change
ensues. Finally, iirc we open with "Hey, Bo Diddley."
It goes over great, and is a song that my studies
have actually prepared me for.
For almost all of the rest of the night, I am making
stuff up on the fly. In some cases between songs Bo
will teach a riff to me and the guitarist on the spot,
but almost never actually saying the key or notes. He
will either play it and expect you to play it right
back, or he will sing the melody ("Go: dum dum dum
bah dum bah dum dum") and expect you to instantly
translate it into music.
A little into the set we blow a fuse or something. I
still have power and so does Bo for our stage amps,
and the keys have power but the PA is down so no vox
and no keys or guitar. Another longish delay. The
volunteer tech crew (actually a DJ rather than a live
sound man, who volunteered his PA) eventually gets it
sussed and we plow ahead.
Apparently we were onstage for a couple hours. In
general I think it was very well received. I had a
really GREAT time. Towards the end of the set this
guy from the audience comes over and stood on my side
of the stage yelling encouragement and praise (please,
do not compare me to Jack Bruce, that's looney!).
Which is not very common for a bassist playing highly
repetitive simplistic basslines. Even so, I didn't
care.
I played bass for Bo Diddley.
This last Saturday I drove through the Ocala National Forest, down to a Marriott hotel in the small town of Lake Mary north of Orlando, to play a church related High School Youth Gathering. There was recorded music I was to play along with, plus two live pieces with me and the singer from my church band. After I got there and loaded in, had to sit around for hours until a rehearsal for a "show" (the DJ/PA people referred to it as such despite the God element) preceding our service was done. Then we got about an hour quick run-through. I didn't have sheet music (don't read anyhow) or even lead sheets. I made up this for the service:
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Here's a pic of the room, I'm guessing there were 300-400 people in it, probably the most I've ever played to:
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In the first song my strap broke, I caught the guitar and kept playing, then switched to a backup. Here's me playing my original #1 for the evening, my LP:
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My singer had been goading me all week to play behind my head at this. During the first song, before the actual start of the service, the DJ was cranking a very dance-oriented mix and they got the kids up on a catwalk to dance around, so I figured that would be as good a time as any to do that. I'd been playing on the same catwalk, jumped over to an empty seat in the first row seats (the seats were about the same height as the catwalk), and standing on the chair did the behind-head thing. The kids seemed to like that.
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The rest of the service went pretty flawlessly, though it was almost all extemporaneous on my part. Here's a shot showing the kids up dancing on the catwalk, taken from the DJ platform/booth:
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After the service the kids had a dance, so I didn't get to sleep until about 12:30, crashed in our vicar's room, along with the youth pastor from the Tallahassee group.
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Woke up at 6:20, loaded out, drove back to Gainesville and went directly to church and played the 11 o'clock service Sunday. (Watched the Gators get beat in b-ball and vegged the rest of the day.)
Questions, and comments on my poseritude welcomed as always. ;)
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