Hello friends,
This past Saturday me and the ANCC
(a.k.a. ANB) played at a birthday party for a friend of the band's.
We've known Elysa for years and she comes to as many of our performances
as she can. She treats us like family, so does her family. It was a
nice family and friends get-together.
I treated my trusty Astro van to a set of new tires, an oil change, new
windshield wipers, and a real store-bought car wash. Between the tires,
the oil change, the wipers, and the car wash, I spent over $500 on good
ol' Bob van Astro today. The Kelly Blue Book says he's worth only $975
but he has a lot more value than that to me.
Wouldn't you know it? It rained that afternoon for about a minute, just
enough to mess up my brand new wash. Oh well. I loaded up my gear in my
clean-ish van and took off on my new tires.
I headed into the deep, dark Inland Empire on this cloudy day. This was one of the closer gigs for me, less than a half hour away.
The party was at the American Legion Hall in Rialto CA. Elysa's family
has roots here so it seemed the appropriate place for a party. I guess
Arnie is glad to see me and gives me a wave.
You can tell we're in the IE. These are our neighbors. There is some screwy zoning around here.
Inside the hall is your typical low key atmosphere decorated for the
festivities. Just charming. We're supposed to set up in the corner next
to the fireplace.
All of us hairy-legged boys begin our setup dance. It's a tight squeeze.
We're trying to leave as much dance floor room as possible because
there's also a DJ here.
Randy sets up his gear and calls someone to make sure it's working.
John was running sound for this "little" gig. There was a mountain of
cables running to his side of the stage. We used John's little 12"
Yamaha sub along with Arnie's EV sticks and monitors.
Here's our beautiful birthday girl with the lovely Amanda Kate.
The guests are arriving and starting to have their supper while we finish up our sound check.
The DJ is set up next to the wall in front of us. We traded sets. DJ
Shreck played some good stuff and kept the crowd in the fun zone.
It looks like we've just about finished with our sound check. Here's
another shot of the room from the bass player's vantage point.
Yep, we're all done with sound check. Here's a shot of the stage. We're
going to put on our cowboy clothes and get something to eat before we
start.
Out back of the hall a tent and tables were set up along with the taco chef.
Our chef served up some great carne asada and chicken tacos.
For my first round I had a couple chicken tacos, rice and beans, and a
dab of potato salad. I came back later for a couple carne asada tacos.
It was all terrific.
Then we headed for the dessert table where we found rice crispy treats,
brownies, and chocolate covered pretzels. Later the birthday cake would
be here.
Did I mention cookies and turtles? It was hard to stay away from the desserts.
We put on our show to a very appreciative audience. They line danced and two stepped all night long. Amanda kicks us off.
She's goin' out tonight. She's feelin' all right. She's gonna let it all hang out.
The ladies are on the floor having a good time.
No inhibitions, make no conditions, get a little outta line...
Jason brought his small kit but it was still pretty loud. These guys are
really good musicians but sometimes it's a struggle to play in a small room. They are used to big stages.
It's another guitar intro so I take another picture.
John's looking a little fuzzy. The band took advantage of our open bar tab. I guess this was the result.
More folks dancing. Everyone enjoyed themselves, even the band.
On a break I took another picture of the room. There were probably 200 friends and family at Elysa's party. Pretty fun.
Just before we start the last set I remember to take a selfie with the talent.
We played four quick sets, up until midnight, then it was time to channel our inner roadie.
Before I close, here's a shot from out front that showed up on a friend's social medias.
We changed clothes and loaded out. Then our host, Elysa's dad, Mark,
bought us another round at the bar so we had one for the road. Even
though this was a close gig for me I didn't make it home until 2am. We
had fun, got a belly full of beer and tacos, and received decent
remuneration for our efforts. A good time was had by all.
I've got two gigs this coming week. Wednesday night (10/10/18) John and I will
be in Phoenix at the Arizona State Fair to play with True Willie. Then
Friday night (10/12/18) the quartet version of the ANB will be at the
Old Crow Smokehouse in Huntington Beach. A road trip to a big outdoor stage and a small stage in a loud room should provide quite a bit of variety in my next couple of posts. See you soon!
Thank you for your indulgence,
BassCliff
The account of a "weekend warrior" musician playing bass in cover bands around Southern California and beyond.
Monday, October 15, 2018
Friday, October 5, 2018
Cowboy Country Route 91 Benefit, 10/1/18
Hello good people!
Well, it turns out that we were not off all week. Me and the ANB got a last minute invitation to join a tribute/memorial/fund raiser/jam session at a well-known honky tonk in Long Beach, Cowboy Country. We hadn't played this room for a couple of years for various reasons but it was nice to come back and help out the cause. In lieu of a cover charge the club was taking $5 (or any amount) donations to benefit the victims of the Route 91 Concert shooting last year in Las Vegas. There were about thirty people in attendance who had been at that concert. I gladly donated my time and $5 for the cause and had fun hanging out with some musician friends I hadn't seen in a while.
It was a fairly pleasant sunset commute down to Long Beach although the 605 at that time of day can be a schlog.
My camera washed out the club's sign, but it's a real honky tonk looking sign.
The honky tonk itself looks like a honky tonk, a red barn, if you will.
I arrived about an hour before downbeat and the place was already crowded. It got more crowded as the evening progressed. I went upstairs so I could keep an eye on the stage and the front door, keeping a lookout for the rest of my bandmates.
This is the secondary dance floor next to the stairs. Those are real honky tonk decorations.
I'm standing at the rail overlooking the second dance floor. Behind me are the pool tables and an interesting display with the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and Clink Eastwood as the High Plains Drifter. They also serve food upstairs but I did not partake this evening.
I saw my friends in the Killin' Time band setting up on stage so I went down to say "Hi" to Luke (bass) and Steve (steel).
The club owner got up on stage to get the festivities started. The place was jumping.
Brad Johnson and Killin' Time play mostly traditional country (Waylon, Johnny, etc) along with some originals. I don't know Brad that well but I've known Chris (steel), Luke (bass), and Justin (guitar) for a while. They have a good sound that fits well in honky tonks.
This is Denise, Chris' significant other, and Ali, a fiddle player. I was hoping to jam with Ali but I had to leave before her group got on stage.
While I chatted with Denise and Ali, one of the Kelly Boys got on stage, James, with his drummer. Arnie and Randy were sitting in.
Then it was the ANB's turn to play a few. John couldn't make it tonight because he has previous plans with Mrs. Fingers.
Randy was enjoying himself. He's looking a little fuzzy. I didn't think he had been there long enough to drink that many beers.
Jason was laying down the beat on a strange kit. My thanks to the Killin' Time band for letting everyone use their backline.
During the next ensemble's performance the club unveiled a special banner to honor and remember the victims and survivors.
The event was newsworthy. The local ABC affiliate was out with a truck, reporter, and camera guy. I'll have to check their website to see if we made the 11 o'clock news.
Brad Johnson's drummer, Rick, had the special drum head made for the occasion.
A fuzzy picture of ANB, sans Johnny Fingers and my Scully shirt. I was slumming a bit.
A nice crowd shot showing all the folks who came out to raise money and support the victims, survivors, and families of the Route 91 tragedy. It was a real feel-good night.
It was pretty awesome, the feeling in the room was electric. I was glad to be a small part of it. We all sang the National Anthem before the music started. You would've thought you were at the World Series or something the way everyone cheered at the end. It was a terrific event and I thank everyone who made it possible, the owner, Ken, Brad Johnson and his band, all the other musicians who came out to perform and support, and the staff at Cowboy Country who all worked hard making sure everyone had a good time.
Thank you for your indulgence,
BassCliff
Well, it turns out that we were not off all week. Me and the ANB got a last minute invitation to join a tribute/memorial/fund raiser/jam session at a well-known honky tonk in Long Beach, Cowboy Country. We hadn't played this room for a couple of years for various reasons but it was nice to come back and help out the cause. In lieu of a cover charge the club was taking $5 (or any amount) donations to benefit the victims of the Route 91 Concert shooting last year in Las Vegas. There were about thirty people in attendance who had been at that concert. I gladly donated my time and $5 for the cause and had fun hanging out with some musician friends I hadn't seen in a while.
It was a fairly pleasant sunset commute down to Long Beach although the 605 at that time of day can be a schlog.
My camera washed out the club's sign, but it's a real honky tonk looking sign.
The honky tonk itself looks like a honky tonk, a red barn, if you will.
I arrived about an hour before downbeat and the place was already crowded. It got more crowded as the evening progressed. I went upstairs so I could keep an eye on the stage and the front door, keeping a lookout for the rest of my bandmates.
This is the secondary dance floor next to the stairs. Those are real honky tonk decorations.
I'm standing at the rail overlooking the second dance floor. Behind me are the pool tables and an interesting display with the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and Clink Eastwood as the High Plains Drifter. They also serve food upstairs but I did not partake this evening.
I saw my friends in the Killin' Time band setting up on stage so I went down to say "Hi" to Luke (bass) and Steve (steel).
The club owner got up on stage to get the festivities started. The place was jumping.
Brad Johnson and Killin' Time play mostly traditional country (Waylon, Johnny, etc) along with some originals. I don't know Brad that well but I've known Chris (steel), Luke (bass), and Justin (guitar) for a while. They have a good sound that fits well in honky tonks.
This is Denise, Chris' significant other, and Ali, a fiddle player. I was hoping to jam with Ali but I had to leave before her group got on stage.
While I chatted with Denise and Ali, one of the Kelly Boys got on stage, James, with his drummer. Arnie and Randy were sitting in.
Then it was the ANB's turn to play a few. John couldn't make it tonight because he has previous plans with Mrs. Fingers.
Randy was enjoying himself. He's looking a little fuzzy. I didn't think he had been there long enough to drink that many beers.
Jason was laying down the beat on a strange kit. My thanks to the Killin' Time band for letting everyone use their backline.
During the next ensemble's performance the club unveiled a special banner to honor and remember the victims and survivors.
The event was newsworthy. The local ABC affiliate was out with a truck, reporter, and camera guy. I'll have to check their website to see if we made the 11 o'clock news.
Brad Johnson's drummer, Rick, had the special drum head made for the occasion.
A fuzzy picture of ANB, sans Johnny Fingers and my Scully shirt. I was slumming a bit.
A nice crowd shot showing all the folks who came out to raise money and support the victims, survivors, and families of the Route 91 tragedy. It was a real feel-good night.
It was pretty awesome, the feeling in the room was electric. I was glad to be a small part of it. We all sang the National Anthem before the music started. You would've thought you were at the World Series or something the way everyone cheered at the end. It was a terrific event and I thank everyone who made it possible, the owner, Ken, Brad Johnson and his band, all the other musicians who came out to perform and support, and the staff at Cowboy Country who all worked hard making sure everyone had a good time.
Thank you for your indulgence,
BassCliff
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