The Blues Jam

So this one time a couple of years ago, a former coworker convinced me to go to this blues jam with him cos he thought I'd enjoy playing bass there. I hadn't been on stage for a while, so I took him up on the opportunity. I rode with him and he started introducing me to people, then telling me a bit more about them once we were alone again.  "Yeah that guy's dad was an exec at [company]" and "her mom was a buyer for [major retailer] with a private jet" and so on.  All of them had private lessons from a very prominent local musician, who I won't name here.  All of them were a bunch of affluent white trust fund babies who, in my estimation, didn't have anything to feel bluesy about. 

My estimation was made more valid when each of them got on stage with brand new American made Strats or high dollar Gibsons, whining about their old guitars and how life was so rough into the microphone.  My coworker and I took the stage about half way through the night, him with his year old Strat, me with my beat ****, sticker slapped Ibanez bass that I'd been playing since I was 15.  We played two songs, everybody applauded, and we left the stage.   

Next thing I know I have half a dozen yuppies from the more affluent suburbs giving me **** not about my playing, nor about my vocals, but about my actual bass guitar.  "Oh you should get a new Fender P-bass" or "At least replace that piece of **** if you insist on playing Ibanez."  That bass and I had a long history, including a couple hundred live shows of various sizes and being used for recording more than once.  In short, I loved that bass. 

The next week I went back, that time I took my beat to **** Teisco E112.  I took the stage alone - there was no sense shaming my former coworker with the shenanigans I was about to pull.  I played about eight bars of a basic blues progression (which I ripped off from Reel Big Fish, specifically the Masters Version of SR, which was played in half a dozen styles, including blues) then there was a pick slide and a tempo change as I started playing ska.  

And verbally unloading on the trust fund babies and yuppies.  Apparently none of them had heard "You Don't Know" before.  What can I say, I was too lazy to write an original composition, and You Don't Know really fit.   

Long story short, I made it about a minute, maybe a minute and a half, before the booing was louder than my vocals and I left the stage, but not before taking a bow.  I walked out with my head held high that night.

Pro tip:  if you're a yuppie and/or trust fund baby, don't give the guy who's legitimately broke any ammunition when he shows up at your blues jam.  At the very least, if you do give him ammo, don't be surprised when he unloads it on you.   
DoctorBastardo DoctorBastardo
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2 Responses Oct 19, 2013

freaking badass, TAKE your bow kid

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