Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Paperback Writer, All Shipshape and Bristol Fashion
The Moon Loungers are listed on these here Intertunnels as the "Finest wedding band in Bristol and the South West." It doesn't specify the southwest of what, exactly.
Playing at weddings is a tough gig. I've done it. I remember, distinctly, one wedding job in Newport, Rhode Island. It was held on the second floor of a converted building on a pier over the ocean. The groom and the best man were musicians, and they played as a duo around Newport at many of the same places we did. I still have a few happy bruises on my person from Salve Regina night down there.
There are always early indications of how any wedding job is going to go. Certain cues that are invisible to a newbie but a billboard for an old hand. In this case, a woman so old that she was inside-out shambled up to us with a walker, looked at me with a glass eye and the guitar player with a milky one, and asked, "What time does the orchestra start?"
The guitar player is a carpenter, and we used to work together building things from time to time. Whenever things were going really badly -- if you'd just nailed your foot to the floor; if you'd just cut through a water pipe; if you'd just fallen off a ladder; if the check bounced; if the building inspector showed up and he turned out to be a guy you beat up every day in high school; no matter what -- we'd turn to each other and ask in unison, "What time does the orchestra start?"
The groom jumped out the window halfway through our second set, by the way.