Road Musicians, just paying their dues!

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 01:11 PM

Hmmm, I shouldda said: In this one sentence, you've nailed my life-long problem!

"Rick, I find it interesting that you say "An agent I worked for...". Don't they work for you?"

Too much Crumb and Kauffman I guess!!

Cheers

Oh.....I wuz readin' something about how young people 'talk' on the net, and I loved the "POS" thing. It means "Parents over shoulder"!

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Marion
Date: 17 Nov 02 - 12:55 PM

Re: You've nailed my "life-long problem" in one sentence Marion

That's funny, Rick, I don't remember saying "I'm afraid something terrible will happen if I stop talking," recently.

Marion

PS What's POS?

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 15 Nov 02 - 01:19 PM

Playing for recent (and not so recent) immigrants is difficult, if your repertoire is completely "anglo-centric". I would, over the years throw in Jewish, french, Italian etc. songs but find myself a bit stumped when it comes to playing for East Indian kids. Even at a Christmas show, the majority of tots are now Muslim or Hindu, and are brought by their folks for the pageantry. They always LOVE the magician, and are fascinated by the "Santa Claus" figure, but I suspect I'm less likely to take these holiday jobs anymore 'cause I simply don't feel I'm "right" for them.

Hmmmmmm, is this good enough for a separate thread discussion?

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 15 Nov 02 - 01:10 PM

You've nailed my "life-long problem" in once sentence Marion....AND I AIN'T KIDDIN'!

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Marion
Date: 15 Nov 02 - 09:55 AM

What happened is that the organizer agreed to book me during our initial phone call, so she hadn't seen my brochure... and she was not completely fluent in English... and I identified myself as a "musician" rather than a "singer"... and they made a point of involving the kids that day because a magician was coming... and so it goes.

We all survived. I threw away my set list and faked my way through some children's songs, letting the kids come up front to lead the singing (because I barely knew the songs) and muddling around a bit to find chords. I also let kids do the strumming for a few songs, which seemed to go over well. But it was still clearly a disappointment for the audience, many of whom kept asking if I would do tricks, and many of whom left early.   

Also, pretty much everybody there was East Indian and the older people weren't really relating to my prepared songs anyway; actually the organizer explained the gist of the song in Punjabi between songs. I'm thinking that I may need to do some racial profiling of my own - if the main appeal of my act is the nostalgia/familiarity of old songs, then maybe seniors who are immigrants from other cultures are not an appropriate audience.

Oh well, it's nice to get my first disaster out of the way. I actually tried to invoke my "satisfaction guaranteed" policy myself and only accept bus fare, but the organizer insisted that it had gone well and insisted on paying me.

But yesterday's gig (different yesterday now) made up for it all. I played at a nursing home where I picked up a cold - even hostile - vibe from the audience when getting started. By the end of the hour I really felt like I had won them over. This was confirmed later by a staff member who told me that they were often disappointed with entertainers, and often got complaints, but that the people had just loved me. Got another booking for next month too!

Rick, I find it interesting that you say "An agent I worked for...". Don't they work for you?

Cheers,

Marion

PS: "POS"?

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 14 Nov 02 - 11:23 AM

FRIGGIN' AGENTS!!? Ohhhh Marion, that's more than a whole thread in itself!

However.....

An agent I worked for (I've had about fifty) phoned and said "Can you handle a prison"? Hmmmmm....I thought... Sure I can. Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, and Leadbelly did. "No problem" says I, but I need Five hundred bucks. (this was in the late seventies, so that was a decent night's pay)

Holy Shit! It was Vanier WOMEN'S PRISON!!

Look, I co-wrote, and toured with Arlene Mantle, a Lesbian Feminist friend and singer. I played (with her) for large audiences of pretty pissed off women, and I'm not easily spooked, but WHAT A DISASTER!

Two hundred tough imprisoned dykes who DID NOT WANT TO HEAR FOLK MUSIC! ESPECIALLY FROM ME!

After my poorly received show, one of the guards told me "You were a last minute substitute weren't you"? "I think I may have been", I said. "Who was supposed to be booked here"?

"POLLY DARTON" the guard said, "A Dolly Parton impersonator"!! "She/He's been hear lots of times, the gals love it"!

FRIGGIN AGENTS!

What happened on the gig, Marion?

POS

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Marion
Date: 14 Nov 02 - 09:18 AM

Re: The performer who collected women's brassieres from every town he played!!

At one of my gigs last week there was a woman holding a bra and pair of panties on her lap, and after the music she asked me if I wanted them. Is this the polite Canadian way of throwing underwear at singers? I declined, and I now realize that I missed the opportunity to start a collection.

Also, for my gig yesterday I expected to play music for a seniors' group at a little community centre, and I arrived to find the room mostly filled with children who were expecting a magician. I'm firing my frigging agent first thing this morning!

Marion

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Jimmy C
Date: 13 Nov 02 - 10:29 AM

Been through many similar experiences as those posted, Ontario is one interesting place to play. Like one time in Hamilton, Ontario ( with Glen's old group), the P.A. system behind the bar somehow got hooked up with ours, in the middle of a beautiful ballad the barmaid cut in with " Taxi at the Bar - Taxi at the bar for Mr.Smith).

Playing a one week gig in the Parkdale in Toronto, a "native" requested we play Red Deer, I explained that we did not know the song, his response was to "play it anyway", we eventually ignored him and the result was a 10 inch long souvenir tomahawk being hurled at the stage and lodged in the bass players thigh.

In the Carlton club one "St.Patrick's Night" the crowd (all well dressed and very snobbish) were upset because we did not know any real Irish songs like "Who put the pyjamas in mrs. Murphy's chowder and other gems. After suffering some cat calls we took a break. Unfortunately we did not know that the dressing room had an intercom system, so we discuussed everything from the big fat bitch with the pearls, the cigar smoking turd in the front seat to the fairy bartender, unaware that every word was being heard up in the enteretainment room. Needless to say we got a very cold receprtion for the second, third and fourth set. We did get paid but never invited back.

Rick, I played the Dick Turpin room ( 2x four week gigs) alternating with George De Souza. There were so many ladies checking out the new entertainers that it was hard to tell the politicians wife from the doctors wife or the dentists's wife. It was a nice gig though, the only drunk was the president of a very larger bank who came in every night around 8.30 and was carried out to his limo by the chauffeur around 1.00am. Every single night.

Another night in the Camelot Tavern in Toronto, our bass player had to run down to the nearest drug store for some cold medicine, on the way back he was sprayed by a skunk. He did not notice because he had a cold but the rest of us on stage and the people in the first 6 rows noticed , big time. That was one long night.

Being almost fully retired now I (as Glen remarked) also really miss those days.

After close to 30 years playing around Ontario I am sure there are a lot more stories to tell, the truth is I can only remember about 10 of those years. ?.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: harvey andrews
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 03:57 PM

Great story Rick, reminds me of back when my wife and I put up a visiting American singer songwriter in our flat in 1965. A female journalist, all done up as a Spanish bolero dancer who we'd first met trying to seduce Art garfunkel at a party for him and Paul on their first tour of England managed to get herself invited back. Now to get to the bathroom in this flat you had to go through our bedroom. We left them to it at about two in the morning. At ten o'clock there was a knock on our bedroom door then she staggerd in hair all over the place, bags under the eyes. etc. We lay in bed and stared at her. She stared back and then headed for the bathroom door muttering "He never stopped...all night...he never stopped."
We got up to prepare breakfast and there he was hale, hearty, bright as a button and ready for the new day. I think today you'd say; "Respect!"
We never saw her again. He's still giging and, I understand has quite a reputation as a lady's man. Deserved I'd say. I can't name him because of the libel laws, but I bet he had no regrets about that night.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 02:18 PM

Hey Rick, You never responded to my question about deterants for unwanted stage guests?(10 or 12 posts back)

I just cant imagine you baby sitting, there must have been a pretty good incentive besides big TV,s and good records?

Hi Stephen Lee, I guess the best education I ever got ,was the times I spent, in the trenches ,so to speak, with all the wonderfull and crazy characters that I met and worked with in those days.
I didnt know it back then, but I guess I never realized what appropriate behavior was, until I sobered up and joined the real world.
All the best,
Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Stephen L. Rich
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 01:42 PM

Glen -- That's a great story. Meeting and learning from old characters like that is all part of the dues paying process.
For more than a few of us it's also a great source of material.

Stephen Lee

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Steve Latimer
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 12:33 PM

Hey Rick, have you ever met any dull people? (ducking from the obvious answer).

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 12:19 PM

JEESUS GLEN!!! YOU CAN'T TELL "THAT" STORY HERE!!

The first time I saw Big Blind Freddie, was at a place called "Steel's Tavern". He was playin' a Telecaster. Some wag sitting at my table said "guess his J-45 was full"!!

Art...so you escaped Winnipeg with yer life did ya? Poor ol' Duck...he died so young.

In Edmonton I stayed at a boarding house that was run by a gorgeous woman (in her late twenties) who was one of the classiest dressers I'd ever seen. She had these beautifully tailored business suits, and wore black shiny high heel shoes (not the standard 'folky' uniform).
She never came out to any of my gigs, although I was in town for over two months....'cause she always appeared to be busy at night. Several times when I'd get home from the coffee house, she'd invite me into her flat (beautifully decorated) for coffee, chat, and she'd ask me to play a few tunes. Sometimes her little three year old son would wake up, and she'd bounce him around a bit to the music.

By about the second week I was there, she'd guessed that I didn't make value judgements (about stuff like that) and told me that she was the city's top (her words) call girl. By the third week I did some baby sitting on my nights off, while she drove off in her red Triumph to conduct business. Yep, I WAS fascinated.....BUT she also had a good typewriter, big TV, and a huge collection of interesting records.

She told me some of the strangest tales I could imagine about her work. Prior to meeting her I'd never even imagined that people (especially big shot execs, and City Council types) would PAY to be whipped!! Gawd, I was naive!

Cheers

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 10:47 AM

I equate pool tables with projectiles ie: pool cues, pool balls, beer bottles all being used as weapons and often directed at the band, either by accident, or otherwise.
In my initial post I mentioned having a beer bottle used as a weapon, missing the intended victim and exploding in my face, upon impact with the microphone.
Here is an example of a projectile being hurled, from the stage, at the audience.
But, with a different twist!

Once again its the early 70,s and I'm part of a country band ,in a working mans tavern
(definatly not a 4 star establishment).
Freddie ,the leader of the band, was a large man, 350lbs. and totally blind from birth.
He played his guitar flat on his lap, much like a dobro, in a seated position.
Like so many others, of that time, excessive drinking was a way of life.
This man was quite a legend and a big influence on me.(He taught me an appreciation for, warm beer for breakfast, among other things).

His preparation for the gig would be a six-pack of beer on an empty stomach (he could only eat late at night, after the show was over).
Often he had difficulty keeping those first few beers down,
and well......

Its Friday night and the place was packed. Directly in front of the stage was a big round table fully seated with happy revellers.
These folks were completly caught off gaurd and never knew what hit them, when between verses of "I,m MOvin' On" ,he let go with a glut of warm beer (remember, he didnt eat).

The owner of the bar, angrily demanded, we pack up and get the hell out of his establisment, because this was not the first time something like this had happened, and he was sick of it and most certainly his customers were as well.

With an indignant aire of self righteousness, Freddie's reply was,

"I dont know what the hell everyone,s so upset about, there was no groceries in it".

I guess you just had to, have been there.

Cheers, Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Blues=Life
Date: 12 Nov 02 - 09:46 AM

Pool table. That starts with P which rhymes with T which stands for Trouble.
Or words to that effect.

When I worked in a college/townie bar while in college, that's where all the fights started. Of course.

*g*
Blues

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Stephen L. Rich
Date: 11 Nov 02 - 03:40 PM

Isn't that what pool tables are for?

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: GUEST,Steve Latimer
Date: 11 Nov 02 - 09:51 AM

I remeber telling my brother, who had played Northern Ontario gigs for a few years about being in a local place to hear a band. I said it was good until a fight broke out at the pool table. He said "fights always break out at the pool table".

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Stephen L. Rich
Date: 10 Nov 02 - 06:42 PM

"Seasoned Performers"? Not one your life! After nearly thirty years as a professional entertainer I have darned well earned the title of "Old Bastard" and noone is going to take it away from me!!!*G*

As for strange gigs? Well, that would have to be the year that I spent playing every other Saturday in a little dive in the heart of Chicago's Uptown neighborhood called "The BOOZOOREY" (the middle syllable being the opperative one here). My old friend Mark Lee Dorroh booked it. He would do one Saturday as a solo. I would similarly do the next one. We would both perform on the third one. Then we would start the rotation over again.

At that venue (if I may use so dignified a word for such a wretched place)the question was not "Will a fight break out?". The question was "When?". If it started before midnight we could probably sing through it. If it started between midnight and two a.m. things could get a bit dicey. It was a four o'clock bar, so if the fight started after two a.m. (after all of the patrons from the two o'clock bars had come in) diving for cover was the only viable option.

Strangely enough there is no experience i've had before or since which has taught me more about focussing on the music and listening to the audience. It's amazing what you can learn when you need certain skills for raw survival more than for the performance.

Stephen Lee

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Steve Latimer
Date: 10 Nov 02 - 01:39 AM

Hey Glen, Why don't you PM Sandy about this thread?

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Jeri
Date: 09 Nov 02 - 09:22 AM

Here's the What was Lee Hays really like...? thread that Art started and refreshed.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 09 Nov 02 - 07:45 AM

I'm sure there are a good number of veteran Mudcat performers out there, that may not have noticed this thread yet. One in particular comes to my mind, would be the old war-horse himself, Sandy Paton. Having met and had the pleasure of working with Sandy (Rick Fielding's Lifeline album) and heard him reminice on the old days, I'm sure he could recount many a memorable event.
Also the newest generation of balladeers out there,still carrying on the tradition ,could share a thing or two.
Cause we all know, history repeats itself and everything thats old, is new again.
Or something like that!
Cheers, Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Art Thieme
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 10:35 PM

I started a thread a while ago called WHAT WAS LEE HAYS REALLY LIKE?

I knew Frank Hamilton, once a member of the WEAVERS was lurking out there and he jumped right into that thread and we heard some priceless stuff. I'll try to find that thread and bring it back.

Art Thieme

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Big Mick
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 05:11 PM

We might want to consider making this a Perma Thread. This diary of stories from seasoned performers (I like that better than calling all of you old bastards) might be a wonderful thing to have for posterity.

Mick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 05:02 PM

great stories!

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: 53
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 03:16 PM

the road is tough no matter how you cut it.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Art Thieme
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 03:13 PM

And the gigs I did in '64 in Washington D.C.----a place called The CROW'S TOE. I opened the show for a gold-painted nearly nude exotic dancer named Robin. My third night into the gig I went into the men's room and Robin was stnading at the urinal doin' his thing. No value judgments here, good people, I was just was a little surprised. And this was 1964 after all. Stuff like this didn't happen real often. Knowing I'd be a Mudcatter some years into the future, I tucked this tale on my memory's back burner----until now.

This was Joe Hickerson's first year working at the ARCHIVE OF AMERICAN FOLKSONG at the venerable Library Of Congress. I do think he may have sent me to the CROW'S TOE to find a possible gig. Well, a hearty belated thanks, Mr. H. !!!

Art Thieme

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Art Thieme
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 02:57 PM

Duck Donald and partner Cathy Fink got me a gig in Winnipeg at a bar that seemed to be populated by a few college types, heavy drinking hard hats, Native-Canadians and about a third folkies. I remember Tom What's-His-Name---a good Native singer who later did kid's TV in Canada, being there that night. This was a downtown hotel if I'm recalling right. Once a nice place these digs had long since sort of gone to seed. A fight broke out at one point between the folks that wanted to listen and those that were out to be raucus drunks. This was no kind o' fplk club at all----but folksingers worked cheap. I was a warm body with a guitar---and that's all that they cared about. I drank that night just to forget where I was. Generally I NEVER drank until I was done. In those days, then I'd drive home----hoping I'd get there. (Later I never drank and drove.) But I do recall seeing a chair sail past my eyes----from one end of the place to the other. Throughout, I just kept pickin' and grinnin'. Ended with. "'Tis the gift to be sinple / 'Tis the gift to be free... / You will dwell in the valley of love and delight." ------------------------ And Mitch Podolac came down that night, heard me, and hired me for the Winnipeg Folk Fest. That's the story of my life. One thing leads to another and on and on...and on and on. But the rent got paid----that's always the bottom line.

Later, that same trip, I did a show at the University of Manitoba with a 104 degree fever. Cathy & Duck were waiting in the wings all night to take my place when I fell off the stage. Happily, that never happened. I was told it was a real good show----but I don't remember much of it at all; only the amazing colors in the fever-filtered spotlights playing all around the room. Psychedelic, man, psychedelic!!
And then there was the night the guy in Chicago who preferred and ate nearly raw chicken ----- with blood all down his face and shirt. He (George) was singing a different song than I was right in front of me standing over a table where 10 amazed people were gathered with 12 pitchers of beer and I lifted my booted foot without missing the proverbial beat and pushed him headlong onto that steaming pizza.

It was wonderful. --------- The club owner gave me extra cash for chasing that guy out of his club/restaurant. After that he never would come in there when I was playing. That particular night was the first night of a 3 year Monday night gig for me. Monday night featured me doing the folksongs and all the chicken you could eat for $4.00. Those gigs bought the groceries every week for Carol, Chris and me. Good recollections !

Art Thieme

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Jeri
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 12:40 PM

Mooh, I think you got it. Part b: Spiders and Snakes.

Subject: Lyr Add: CUT THE MUSTARD (Shel Silverstein)
From: Tinker
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 12:28 PM

I've been lovin' reading this thread. Spent one night in a Texas Roadhouse and it was enough for me... but that's a different story. Couldn't find this in the DT and figured this was as good a spot as any to post it. Thanks for sharing...

Kathy


CUT THE MUSTARD
Shel Silverstein

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon
Miss Dolly was havin' her barb-cue
And I just happened to be leisurely strollin' by (My, My he was strollin' by)
She hollered come in and have a taste
This stuff's too good to go to waste
You ain't tried nothin' 'til you've tried this sauce of mine (Hey boss her sauce is boss)

I said now I don't want to hurt your pride
Your cookin' is known far and wide
But I'm expected home for dinner so I must decline
But Dolly yelled whatsamatter Buster
Are you too old to cut the mustard?
I turned my silver head and I replied

I ain't too old to cut the mustard
I'm just too tired to spread it around
So I got to turn you and your bar-cue down
So leave me alone, I'm goin' on home
To the best home cookin' in town
I ain't too old to cut the mustard
Just too tired to spread it around.

And you ladies you're watchin' me sing and play
With my belly kinda flabby and my hair kinda gray
But I see you lookin' that old time way at me
I hate to see you get your hopes deflated
And I hate to see you humiliated
So before you storm the stage so shamelessly
Slippin' me notes and flowers and motel keys
Permit me to decline so graciously

You see we ain't too old to cut the mustard
Just too tired to spread it around
On every juicy little hamburger in this town
So leave me alone, I'm goin' on home
To the best home cookin' I've found
And we ain't too old to cut the mustard
Just too tired to spread it around.


On "Old Dogs" Waylon Jennings, Mel Tillis, Bobby Bare, and Jerry Reed

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 11:48 AM

Rick? wasnt your favorite deterant to obnoxious drunks that bugged you , was to swing your guitar peghead into the face of said offender, then make out it was an accident.
Or maybe I'm confusing you with Blind Freddie,but thats another story.
I only wish I had though of it myself, but thank God I dont find myself in those situations much ,anymore.
Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Mooh
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 11:34 AM

Jim Stafford wasn't it? Wow!

Mooh.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Jeri
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 10:49 AM

a) Jerry Reed maybe, and b) I dunno, but I'll think of it next Wed when I can't remember why I wanted to remember...

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 10:43 AM

A duo with you in Moosejaw Glen? Hmmmmmmm......you go first.....I'll be along later....

I was playing at the Holiday Inn (or was it Howard Johnson's?) in some town in Florida years ago and I went out for a walk on my break. The Hotel next door (Howard Johnson's or perhaps the Holiday Inn) also had a solo performer, and I walked into the lounge. To my shock and horror the guy playing there was someone who I thought was WAYYY beyond doing that kind of gig.
He'd had a couple of HUGE hits, one of them being "Wildwood Weed".

He was playing a set of bass pedals (very well) and was a dynamite guitarist. Anyone know his name....and his other big hit?

Actually, this was something that most solo performers encountered at least once or twice a year.....Acts that had had one huge hit....but weren't big enough to be featured anymore. (and loved music enough that they HAD to keep playing). I remember seeing Ginger Baker in Niagara Falls.

The more I think about these stories, I realize how lucky I was to go through amost twenty years of this without getting my head punched in. Although I (obviously) LOVED playing, I was really disdainful of inebriated customers and overbearing owners and managers. Plus, the UNDISGUISED racism and often totally right wing politics in rural areas really got to me after a while. Even strong Union members often scared me with their lack of acceptance of anything different. Had I been a bit more outspoken with my views, I'd never have gotten hired once the word got around.

Cheers

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 09:51 AM

Hey Rick, nothing derogatory about Buffalo, but sure, I was aware of that towns stature, but funny enough she billed herself from there.
So she must have though it would give her that hard town mistique.
At least to the folks in rural NS.
I,ve never been to Moosejaw, but its my hope someday to finally get there....Interested in doing a duo sometime, Rick?

Well put Jeri,

Cheers, Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Jeri
Date: 08 Nov 02 - 09:02 AM

Don't have any road musician stories myself, never having been one, but I'm enjoying the memories, pornographic or otherwise! Some of us are enjoying the vicarious trip to the wild side (which isn't anywhere near Buffalo) or into retrospective voyeurism - I'm not sure which.

I think the Sebastian song Art posted pretty much nailed it. If it weren't for the hard (ahem) times, the silly times, y'all would be boring old farts. Nice to have something to talk about in the sensible, boring years. In all seriousness though, I think that those who've come through any "trial by fire" and not been consumed by it are left with a certain strength and courage - and wisdom, certainly, along with enough humor to smile at the memories.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 11:49 PM

Jeesus Keerist Glen! She said she was from BUFFALO in order to be a big shot!!??

That's like me hitting a small town and telling them I was big in Moose Jaw Saskatchewan!

Hmmmmmm, stripper stories: Fort Coulange Quebec, one general store, one gas station, one hotel, and nine Cathedrals! Don't remember her name but I had to play for her three times a night (as a SOLO acoustic guitarist!) and she made her own costumes out of rabbit skin! After the second show, she was one odourous bunny!

After the show she turned tricks for the loggers in her room......which was RIGHT NEXT TO MINE!

Cheers

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 10:48 PM

not surprising at all, Glen. You have a pornographic memory!

;-)

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Glen Reid
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 10:25 PM

Years ago, while playing in a country/rock band, somewhere in the Nova Scotia outback ,my one and only encounter with a stripper/dancer will forever be a "remember when" and firmly embedded in my memory banks.
This gal insisted that part of her show be performed with the band providing the music (that being us and remember we are a country/rock ensemble, leaning heavy toward the country side)
She billed herself as Sabana Sabina from Buffalo NY. I figured she probably wasnt from there at all, but just wanted to give the impression to us rubes, that she was an expensive import, from the wild side.
Without being too graphic, her most memorable qaulity, which has stayed with me all these years, was the way she sashaed through the crowd (nearly all men) to the beat of GUITAR BOOGIE SHUFFLE and would occasionally light cigarettes from a lit candle, firmly protruding from her lower regions.
Cheek to jowl, so to speak.
Isnt it odd, that I can so vividly remember stuff like that, but I can,t remember my own S.I.N. number, which I've had much longer.
Cheers Glen

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 03:40 PM

Ah!.the stripper!.University...car park...met by a gorilla, a witch and a tin man...realised it was a party night...heart sank...set was following stripper..stood in audience as she enticed young men on stage and did things to them....heart sank lower...she exits left... my guitarist and I follow up stairs to the dressing room...she is going up in front of us, starkers but for very high heels...her bum is on a level with my face.....she turns round flashes me a smile and says "They're just coming to the boil boys!"...we go on...the conga comes in from the left...we exit right...car park!

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 01:36 PM

similar story - I went to see Tom Rush at Tangelwood in western Mass many years ago. It was a lovely summer day ... during the set, as if on cue, at a quiet moment between songs I heard a woman's voice say, "I don't have to take that shit from you!" and she stood up to the fellow who had been standing over her, drew back her fist and punched on the chin - swung like a man. He went out like a light! Stayed out for a few moments ... the crowd gave her a little cheer - and Tom Rush started his next song, "Kids these days..."

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 01:33 PM

Years ago, playing in a band - in between the first two sets we had to play for the stripper - who did a 20 minutes show each break. One night the room was jammed packed with kids (they'd just lowered the drinking age in Massachussetts and all the kids were out spending Dad's money on too much drink).

The kids were quite unruley, and rude as hell, especially toward the dancer ... This stripper was a petite but fiesty looking woman - and as she walked off the stage, some young strap leaning back in his chair obviously made a comment she didn't like because without even breaking her stride she hauled off and back handed him across the face and chest - sent the young buck flying over in his chair into a heap on the floor - in a daze. Great shot! I always wished I couldda had a film of that, it was soo perfect!

The young lady just kept on walking into the dressing room while the drunken fool tried to pick himself up off the floor, probably wondering how he got there. His friends, of course, thought the whole incident hillarious. Me too!

We kept on playin' Black Magic Woman ...

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Big Mick
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 01:06 PM

As a performer, I can't get much beyond the "flashers", the performer junkies, and the drunks trying to get onstage. Most of my life has been spent union organizing and getting folks elected. And boy have I got stories about some of that. I can give you one that is kind of connected.

Over the 26 years that I have been organizing, I have spent a ton of time in hotels, away from home, and many times all by myself. In order not to lapse into depression, and to keep myself from going crazy, I have always carried a guitar with me. I spent hours either in the lounge or in my room playing music. I remember the time I was in the Red Roof Inn in the southern suburbs of Denver. I was lonely, it was 2:00 AM, and I couldn't sleep. I was sitting there playing Irish ballads and comes this fierce knocking on the wall, followed by a muffled voice hollering in a very intemperate manner, "Do you know any f**king Willy Nelson????" I promptly played "Mama's, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys". As I finished, I heard the same voice, in the same bad temperament, holler "Thanks, motherf***er". I put my guitar away, chuckled, and went to sleep.

Mick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 12:54 PM

Ahhhhh, St. Patrick's Day guys. Yep, seems like there's ALWAYS a full moon that night.

I don't know about you Jed, but the fact I didn't drink (or drank very little) often made me feel separated from my audiences. Sometimes I'd get together with bands (there were far fewer 'solos' to hang out with) who were playing at other clubs, and we'd sit in someone's hotel until noon the next day, bullshitting and playing. Once again, I wasn't much of a 'doper' either, so I often felt a tad isolated. One prominent folkie famous for his "hazy lifestyle" said "Well Rick it may have been tougher on you 'cause you had to face all the idiots STRAIGHT! My general sobriety wasn't a 'moral' decision, I'm simply one of those people who CAN'T drink without being sick all the next day. They weren't all idiots of course...most folks were quite enjoyable, but ohhhh did I meet some verrrry strange people.

The (Ontario) Politician's wife who hung out at the Dick Turpin Pub on Monday nights trying to pick up each week's new entertainer.

The owner (in Parry Sound Ontario) who told me, "They HATE what you're doing.....now get back on that stage"!!

The performer who collected women's brassieres from every town he played!! Glen, you know who THAT was! (so did the late Little John Cameron)

The agent who insisted that I get a DRUM MACHINE!! "Look" I said, "I've spent a long time learning how not to NEED something like that"! "I know", he said. "That's your problem"!

Boy, I'm enjoying these stories folks. Keep 'em comin'.

To Iggy: Fer Gawd's sake don't worry about "the pissing contest"! Trust me, I ain't thin skinned....disagree with me anytime and as much as you wanna......this is just cyber-space.

Cheers

Rick

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 09:46 AM

... some of the fondest memories I have are of night long sessions after the gigs - sometimes rooms full of pickers ... drummers picking up someone's guitar and laying down a fine rendition of an old favorite ballad ... the electric bass player singing an inspiring harmony. Somehow when the magic descends on the room and all the players, no matter what level of skill hit their stride, the song shines through in all its glory ... these are the moments to live for.

Subject: Lyr Add: STORIES WE COULD TELL (John Sebastian)
From: Art Thieme
Date: 07 Nov 02 - 12:28 AM

All of the above----and more !!! And looking back, I'm glad I did it--went through it---came out the other side and am here to tell about it.

John Sebastian said it best in a fine song:


STORIES WE COULD TELL

I remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee,
The nameplate on the glass brought back 20 melodies,
And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell,
Singing all the stories he could tell.

CHORUS) And all the stories we could tell,
And if it all blows up and goes to hell,
I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some motel,
Singing all the stories we could tell.

So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night,
Singing for a living 'neath the brightly colored lights,
If you ever wonder why you ride that carousel,
You did it for the stories you could tell.

And all the stories we could tell,
And before we have to say our last farewell,
I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some motel,
Singing all the stories we could tell.


(I think that's all there was to it but I might be off by a verse or two.)

Art Thieme

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: JedMarum
Date: 06 Nov 02 - 11:44 PM

... seen too many drunks to find 'em amusing, anymore ... have always managed to avoid suffering any personal or equipment damage, so far ... I did get hit by one driving home a couple of weeks ago.

... have had a few nice offers along the way, some tempting but I've never taken 'em up on it ... have seen quite a few fights, quite a few times when some young buck wants to show the cops just how tough he is; and I have always been impressed with how quickly and neatly the cops dispatch these young drunken idiots.

Never been stiffed by a club owner .. though one festival I played got rained out completely and we only got half. Have had a few women threaten to disrobe to various levels ... always seems to happen on St Paddy's day.

I played a place in Worcester Massachussetts where the crowd loved us, came out to see us every time we were there, requested their favorite songs, would sing along with us, but they'd still walk up and throw a quarter in the juke box while you were playing, if the urge hit them!

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Steve Latimer
Date: 06 Nov 02 - 10:34 PM

I met Jody Payne, Willie Nelson's guitar player a few years ago. At one point I asked him how long he'd been with Willie. He replied "22 years". I said man, you must have some stories with that "let's hear a few" look on my face. His his answer was simply "Yep".

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: Mooh
Date: 06 Nov 02 - 10:13 PM

Years ago, in my first fulltime band (meaning we were all otherwise unemployed or unemployable) I played country and rock'n'roll in the Lucknow Legion house band. Two nights every week and sometimes more. We were booked for a singles dance (sometimes around here known as a mixer) and we loved those gigs because we inevitably got female...um...companionship at the end of the night (or earlier). Anyway, we show up for the gig, set up, and kick into our usuual routine to an empty house. Seems the organizers moved the gig to the community centre because the Legion roof was about to fall in or something but never told us about either the move or the danger. By the time it was figured out that we were in the wrong place, most of the crowd had dispersed because the band didn't show.

In the end, we got paid, found some dance regulars at a licensed restaurant, got plastered and slept the night six to a bed in some sleezey dive. The next morning nobody recognized each other (I didn't even know myself) and laughed the whole thing off.

Crawling out of a bottle was so much easier when I was 20!

Peace, Mooh.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: wilco
Date: 06 Nov 02 - 07:03 PM

I've gotten to know a retired guy here in North Georgia, USA, who had a 35 year full-time "career" as a bar musician in honky-tonks in blue collar Chicago. He knows thousands of old country songs. He has tales to tell. I once asked him what his "rules" were, for playing in these places. I remember things like knowing where all the exits were, making sure you knew who was paying you (an how much), how to protect your equipment, and never, ever turn your back on the crowd.

Subject: RE: Road Musicians, just paying their dues!
From: GUEST,iggy
Date: 06 Nov 02 - 06:08 PM

What a great discussion. The stories are amazing! And I'm sorry I got into a pissing contest with RF in the telemarketing thread. You're still wrong but I was unusually hostile for some reason.

iggy