Occasionally I watch a movie, then proceed to live that movie. Such was the case this weekend with “The Out of Towners”, a Neil Simon flick about a couple’s mishaps visiting New York City. Greg Williams and I had a gig with MR. FABULOUS.
We drove to Houston with me discussing the old days and how cool it was to be going back to play in Houston…fun times. We would get to the hotel, go the gig, have a nice dinner, and play a cool gig.
When we arrived at the hotel, a flaw. Dino reserved 3 rooms for 6 guys, but all the rooms had single beds…giant FLAW. Greg and I stepped into management mode to address that issue and the other left for the gig. After several minutes of explaning, we left HOPING that the room issue would be handled and by this time Dino was in contact with the front desk.
We had directions to the gig…been there before…no problem. We drove to where we thought we were going, called Utah, and he informed us we had made a wrong turn and were NOT where we were supposed to be! We turn around and drive the opposite direction but hit a dead end. Utah can’t help us but gave us the address.
I called Laura to get on her iPhone and “google” us in. We gave her the directions and in ten minutes we had arrived at the coordinates-BACK AT THE HOTEL WHERE WE WERE STAYING! (Utah had given us the address of the hotel rather than the gig.)
With minutes ticking down to downbeat (and our stomachs roaring from hunger), we went BACK to the original place we THOUGHT it was and 1/2 block further…there it was.
Parking became a major cluster and we basically abandoned the vehicle in a parking garage in a reserved space hoping the vehicle would be there after the gig.
We entered the main entrance of the private club to learn that there were four different parties going on in four different areas. We show up in a ballroom, start to get our horns out and notice that the drums are not Chuck’s…
We ask a waiter if there’s another band playing…he says “oh, yes…follow me”…we proceed to follow him to another room…wrong band again. Greg takes off in a panic to find the front desk, I follow the waiter to yet another room…this time it was a deejay. Greg and I find each other as we finally arrive at the same time in the correct ballroom.
I sit down and realize I don’t have my reading glasses…I break out the plug-in stand light…the light bulb is burned out…Greg says “good thing this is a Fab gig and you know the charts”. At that moment, Utah steps in front of my stand and passes out half a dozen new charts to sight read!
I should never have watched that movie!
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