This first story is a really painful story of me attempting to change things on a gig through “approved” channels. It didn’t turn out so well.
My Big Stupid Mouth – I rarely speak up or complain on gigs. This story is about a time when I decided to speak up, gripe, and complain, and the awkward situation that resulted. The moral? Never speak up until you get home from the gig–you never know if you may be complaining to the wrong person!
Flowers for Linda Eder – My focus shattered, I looked up from my music and all around me. Where was that yelling coming from? We were just starting the second half of an orchestral pops concert in a vast arena-like theater out by the airport in metro Chicago, playing to a near-capacity crowd of fans.
You’ll Never Play in This Orchestra Again! – A colleague of mine passed along this entertaining (and true!) tale from a concert in a local per-service gig orchestra. I know a lot of musicians who perform in this orchestra (which I’ll refrain from naming here), which makes it even funnier to me.