Gig: September 13, 2009
The Troupe did a short gig with the Twisted on Sunday. It was a bit last minute, but we were up to the task and had a nice performance.
Basically the Twisted were asked to fill in on a set at a local street fair. This fair was organized by a group called SoberLink, which is a program that helps those with substance abuse issues to recover and get their lives back.
The gig itself was only about 20 minutes away, so we gathered up the drums, put on our real world gigging clothes, and drove out.
N, one of our fine drummers.
D, one of our fine drummers.
K, one of our fine drummers.
Me, one of our fine drummers.
E, the leader of the Twisted.
C, one of their fine dancers.
K, one of their fine dancers.
Four drummers and three dancers is a pretty nice show for the small stage we were expecting.
As it turns out the street fair was really a parking lot fair. And the stage was really a bare space of broken up parking lot asphalt.
So, it was quite the challenge for the dancers, but they are seasoned veterans and quickly decided to add more hand and arm work, and do less spins. They also asked us to do more slow tempo than we normally do, and very little fast tempo. No one wanted to turn an ankle, or trip up and scrape the heck out of them-selves, or even worse, ruin a costume.
Not only was the dance area a challenge, but it was a Sunday. Not only was it a Sunday, but it was the first Sunday of the NFL season. So attendance was sparse, even among the vendors. There were a total of six vendor booths (reduced from twenty or so on Saturday) and perhaps twenty people (counting the vendors and organizers).
All in all, a bit desolate.
On the other hand, we took the job, and we view all things as opportunities to improve.
And, we had an ace up our sleeves… D bought a dohola. A big, glorious, bronze and HUGE dohola, bigger than some nightstands I have owned. It is 23” tall, has a 14 ½” drumming surface, and weighs about nine thousand pounds. It has a doum that sounds like thunder echoing off of cliffs. It is awesome.
He picked it up on Saturday, and we jammed for a bit at the apartment that evening, hoping to get him comfortable with it for Sunday’s gig. After about fifteen minutes of playing D turned to me and said, “So, you are playing the dohola tomorrow, right?”
So, I got to be the bass Sunday, and it was a LOT of fun.
Because of the sparseness of the crowd, the dancers asked that we warm up first, and pull interested people in. So, we started off with a good Ayoub, and in just a few minutes had people coming our of the shops, out of their homes and apartments across the street, and pulling over and parking to get out and see us. We were nice and loud, tight with the rhythm, and having fun. We gathered a good sized crowd of about forty people, with more coming to see us.
The dohola, and all of our hard work, was paying off.
The dancers started in with their zils, gave an enthusiastic zaghareet, and we shifted into a 4/4 Maqsum for them to dance to. The performance was a blur, but about twenty minutes later the dancers fell back into line, the drummers did a solo roll out and ended on a big DOUM, and the crowd began to applaud and whistle and hoot.
The organizers were very pleased with us, the dancers were happy with their performance and I thought we sounded great.
We chalked it up as a great experience, packed up, shook hands and drove home safely.
We are all looking forward to the rehearsal this week and to our gigs next weekend as well.