Date: Fri 27 Sep, 2002 at 07:30
Headline: Sailing The Steel Breeze
Greetings and Salutations!
"No one sings me lullabyes / and no one makes me close my
-Roger Waters, Echoes
It started out sort of like one of those
After three weeks of intense musical and technical preparation, an
eight hour load-in that stretched everyone's patience and commitment
nearly to the breaking point, and very little sleep Wednesday night,
it looked like all was about to pay off. The band sounded great during
soundcheck, the crowd was pouring in, everyone was in good spirits and
ready to rock....
....and on the first two tunes of the evening (Breathe & Time), the
sound FX disc started skipping. Badly.
Most of the FX cues in the songs we play are simply background
ambience or bridges between songs, but in the case of these first two,
it was essential that we be able to play along with the
track. We did attempt to re-start everything once or twice, but had
to give up when the problem of the skipping CD (caused, it seems, by
the vibrations of the bass cabinets on the stage, which were turned up
a bit more for the show than they were at soundcheck) didn't seem to
be going away. All in all, it was not the initial impression we had
hoped to make, and for a few brief minutes, morale and confidence were
in short supply.
This is where having a great audience tends to come in handy.
Everyone rallied behind us, and we jumped back
into the set with renewed energy and determination. By 'In The Flesh'
we had our groove back, and by 'Dogs', it was clear that this show was
going to go above and beyond in several ways, despite the troublesome
technical difficulties that started it off. The next few hours
provided a considerably smoother ride, one that I'd be happy to take again
and again until the wheels fall off. It was an especially great treat to
perform Wish You Were Here, my favorite Pink Floyd album by far, in
Thanks to Carl Roehmann for constant support and adrenalization;
Dan-the-Man for some stellar light work; Bub Farell for his great
performances both technically and theatrically, Fozz & Dave for making visual FX a reality for us at last, the Mad
Hatter Timmy Cruz for making us
sound like the "us" we've always wanted to hear, and last but not
least the amazing folks who turned out to see us play. It was a
pleasure. If I've left anyone or anything out, I apologize. I'm now running on
approximately 6 hours of sleep out of the past 3 days or so with little
relief in sight, so hopefully I can be forgiven for slight loopiness.
Tim and I were listening to the soundboard recording of the first
set on the way home afterwards, and noted just how far we've come
since our debut at Flyin Zion earlier this year. The band has improved
by leaps and bounds, increasing in both competence and confidence. And
from the crowds we're attracting and the buzz and goodwill we're
generating there is no denying that the FloydShow
concept has arrived. We are excited about taking
this whole thing even further, and we'll be sure to let you know what
our next move is as soon as we know.
In the meantime, we're looking forward to concentrating our own
tunes once again, with our upcoming show next Friday @ Getty's. We'll be unveiling a new song (which, perhaps
not-so-coincidentally, fits in very well with the Floydian aesthetic),
taking your PF requests into the wee hours, and documenting the show
for a possible live video, so come on down and check it out...we won't
have to overdub a frenzied crowd a la Frampton Comes
Alive, and you can have your randomly shouted obscenities
preserved for posterity. It's Win/Win! ;)
Media from last night's show will be available soon.
Homer sleep now....
your humble correspondent