messed up gig story...
so today, i was supposed to be a "strolling violinist" at a dinner for the scottish rite masonic people. i was supposed to be there at 6:20. broadway and 11th.
at 6:10, i pull up to cornish and park in the general vicinity, which is around broadway and 6th. so i go, craP! and i start running south! i'm running, and running, and running...and then i look up at the street sign. I HAD BEEN GOING THE WRONG WAY. i was at broadway and 2nd. if i had had enough breath, i would have sworn loudly at this point.
so i turn around, huffin' and puffin', the crazy ppl on broadway all lookin' at me like I'M crazy (well, i WAS all red and perspiring profusely). and i run All the way bak...except i can't find it. so here i am, running around broadway lookin for some stupid gig. and rite when i'm about to turn bak, i FIND it! at 6:30. which was technically ok.
but here i am, a dress shirt....SOAKED (well maybe not soaked) in my own bodily fluid, my body so hot (temperature-wise) that it was giving off radioactive signals, and with a violin case.
and the guy is like...um? are you...joe kye?
i wipe my hand, and offer it to him.
anyway, i started playing--they were all old, and most of them had hearing aids, so i didn't worry too much. the thing is, i only actually "knew" one piece--the bach. so for everything else, i just kinda improvised stupid little melodies. but the old ladies loved it, so bah.
$25, 45 min, and -43255 calories later?
i'm more sore than your mom after i was done with her LAST NITE.
at 6:10, i pull up to cornish and park in the general vicinity, which is around broadway and 6th. so i go, craP! and i start running south! i'm running, and running, and running...and then i look up at the street sign. I HAD BEEN GOING THE WRONG WAY. i was at broadway and 2nd. if i had had enough breath, i would have sworn loudly at this point.
so i turn around, huffin' and puffin', the crazy ppl on broadway all lookin' at me like I'M crazy (well, i WAS all red and perspiring profusely). and i run All the way bak...except i can't find it. so here i am, running around broadway lookin for some stupid gig. and rite when i'm about to turn bak, i FIND it! at 6:30. which was technically ok.
but here i am, a dress shirt....SOAKED (well maybe not soaked) in my own bodily fluid, my body so hot (temperature-wise) that it was giving off radioactive signals, and with a violin case.
and the guy is like...um? are you...joe kye?
i wipe my hand, and offer it to him.
anyway, i started playing--they were all old, and most of them had hearing aids, so i didn't worry too much. the thing is, i only actually "knew" one piece--the bach. so for everything else, i just kinda improvised stupid little melodies. but the old ladies loved it, so bah.
$25, 45 min, and -43255 calories later?
i'm more sore than your mom after i was done with her LAST NITE.