We cheery picked an early afternoon time slot to accomidate our busy schedules, thus bringing the rock flair to an otherwise underwhelming outdoor event. Not sure what the promotors were thinking. It didn't seem to get any publicity and I felt a bit sorry for those who planned this. Still, some friends of The MartaY were out in force and got to feed off of our contageous energy.
Sam Owens pounded the living daylights out of the backline drums. I grabbed a plectrum and went for only downstrokes while trying to punish the poor man's Peavey rig. It sounded mean and mighty. MartaY got his sound and dazzled the unsuspecting families. Brent flaunted his vocal range, belting out
Your Love (Josie's on a Vacation Far Away) for the opening number. As everything was running behind, our set was really about 45 minutes. I was stressed about leaving, but we had plenty of time to make it to soundcheck in Birmingham.
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| Sam the man! |
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| My "bass tech" for the day - a great player who let me wank thru his rig. |
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| MartaY getting his sound. |
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| Brent in lead singer mode. |
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| Hamming it up before the first hit! |
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| Cleerleader girls showing some love. They danced for the duration of our show. |
The people wanted the best and were willing to pay for us to get over there. Hey, at least it's nice to take it in and reflect on how somebody paid extra money for us versus somebody local. They put us up for the night, and treated us to a nice hot meal, and gave us a memorable experience! What more could you want? It was indeed a fun little trip. Fortunately, I had Anton with me to split the gas money. He lives on the outskirts of Marietta, about as far west as I live far east. It really was crazy getting to his house. We made good time getting there. Played at a place called The Club, a country club on steroids. A big ballroom with a stage area that lifts up after everything has been loaded on it and set in place. Don't drop anything, like your car keys or phone, down in the crack along the stage. It's roughly 3 floors down to the bottom and chances are, you may never see your belongings ever again! I was good that we played a long last set, giving the couple their money's worth. This was one wedding that didn't get interrupted with endless speeches and other time wasters. All in all, it felt good. My rig sounded rather "farty", so I figured my speaker had an issue. I was not looking forward to taking it in and paying for whatever repair needed to be done. As it turned out, it was okay. I did find a bad cable with a slightly bent 1/4" tip, although that wasn't the problem (that gave me a bad buzz (as opposed to a good buzz ; > P ) earlier before Junius encouraged me to track it down). All in the name of good times.
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| Crew setting up fireworks down below. |
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| Setting up the stage. |
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Hanging my NS/WAV on the tripple stand, as I used the strap accessory
and not the tripod ultimate stand that I normally use.
The "joke" was that it was a "strap on". |
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| Detail of wireless beltpack bungeed to my strap. |
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| View of downtown Birmingham from The Club. |
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| Patio with other reception in progress. We were in '"wait" mode. |
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Like all the other fools, I'm standing there taking dozens of pics of these fireworks.
This was the only one that didn't look like a giant mess.
Pictures of fireworks just don't work! |
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| Guest vocalist from the bridal party sang "At Last" for one of the dances. |
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| Relaxing afterwards near the hotel: Vinny & Lexxi. |
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| Hangin' with Anton. |
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| Kevin chillin' with us. He was in vacation mode. |
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| The long walk home. |
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