Tehehehe~~~
On my way out the door....see ya later. Have a good day, everyone!
The jam session starts
Somebody calls “Giant Steps”
Cold fear grips my brain
Gig is going well
Some jerk requests “In the Mood”
I look at my watch
I once had a dream
Big house, new car, big money
Now I play the bass
Three-eight, eleven-eight
Damn you Andrew Lloyd Webber
Five-eight, seven-eight
The woodwind doubler
Practicing the piccolo
Frustration defined
Pit orchestra gig
Days and nights become as one
I have no damned life
Bad intonation
Strings are sharp and reeds are flat
Brass too loud again
Great changes, good groove
A one-in-a-million gig
No singer. Yippee!
An oxymoron:
“He played the accordion
With delicacy”
The accordion
“Squeeze box,” yes, but more often
“The Stomach Steinway”
The strings slowly tune
When they're done the unisons
Are anything but
“I can't find my note”
Bemoans the confused singer
Quit now,” we all pray
The contractor calls
Months of Andrew Lloyd Webber
“Bird Lives” no longer
That plate of hors d’oeuvres
Cost more than we're getting paid
Think we underbid?
Break time is over
Rest of band is returning
Now for that phone call
Rock drummer, lounge keys
Classically trained singer
Welcome to sub hell
God bless trust fund gigs
Only have to eat ramen
For a few more weeks
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