It has been a year since I became a band member and we are fresh off our bi-annual Pig Gig at the local watering hole, Brixies. I think we put on a pretty damn good show if I do say so myself. We can pack a bar and from where I am standing, it looks like the drinks are flowing, toes are tapping and the Pigs are loving every freaking second. Everybody wins!
Look! There I am with my sea legs!
Personally, I feel like I have evolved as a performer. The Pigs and I have gotten to know each other a little better which makes it less awkward and I believe now (perhaps not before) that I am a positive contribution to the Pig sound. In other words, people don’t stampede for the exit when I get on the mic. I love mic. Get it? Like I love lamp. Oh, whatever. It also took me some time to find my sound, which is a very cool part of this process. I definitely gravitate toward a more bluesy, rocker vibe. Bonnie Raitt, Susan Tadeschi, those are the cool ass chicks I gather a lot of my inspiration from when I sing. Playing a couple gigs and getting a little experience under my belt also helped. I feel like I have finally found my sea legs.
Look at how happy John is!
I had a freaking blast at our most recent performance. There were some ditties that didn’t make the cut. Eh-hmm, Under Pressure. Thank God! And some songs we sang that will never get old. Need Never Get Old ain’t one of em. LOL. As a group, I believe every single person has improved from a vocal perspective, minus Law Dog, our drummer. He doesn’t sing, but he is the jolliest mo-fo on the stage. His smile never leaves his face. And it is true what Big Senead says, “practice makes awesome.” It really does and we are awesome. Awesome in a YOLO kind of way. These guys are committed to the band and putting on a great show for all of our Pig Fans. Special thanks to our spouses. I know our practice schedule can get annoying, but just think, you guys get to bang rock stars. LOLOLOLOL!
Mikey and I singing a ditty.
If you are wondering what it is like to be in a band on the day of a gig, stop wondering. I’ll tell ya! On show day, we convene early for sound check. Did I just say sound check? #ILOVEMYLIFE After several “check checks” and a couple solo pieces practiced, we were free to leave and do whatever it is we do before a show. The first time around I paced like a nut, but my nerves didn’t get the best of me this go around. So I went home and put my pants on same as everybody else. Left leg first, then the right. I crack myself up. Shout out to Sound Education in Brookfield. Thank you Mike! We reconvened at Big Senead’s house. Big Senead slaps the bass for The Pigs. After a couple pre-gig cocktails aka “liquid courage”, we headed to the bar for the big show! We were supposed to take the stage at 9, but we are rock stars, so we went on at around 9:20. Insert the cry laugh emoji here. The adrenaline rush usually gives me a small case of amnesia, so my details may be off, but I am pretty sure when The Pigs took the stage, the joint was busting at the seems. Even the Knife made an appearance.
The Knife and a couple of his kids.
Have I mentioned how much I love the stage? I LOVE THE STAGE! But not just because I get to perform, I get a front row seat to all the shenanigans that goes on in front of me. Pig fans aka our friends and family, are the best fans around. We wouldn’t be able to put the show on that we do if it wasn’t for the folks that come to listen. Thank you!
That guy right there is my uncle. He’s kind of a big deal.
My sissies aka Pig Groupies
Two Pigs and a blanket. Wait. What?
We played for two hours and just like last time, when it was all over, I couldn’t help but feel like I was just getting started. We opened the show with a blues jam and I jumped in for The Way We Move. If you were there, you would have enjoyed all kinds of great tunes. We played some Stones and covered a White Stripes song. Some of our oldies but goodies consisted of Wagon Wheel, Sweet Home Alabama, Jet Airliner and Baba O’Reilly.
Look Mikey! They like it!
Personally, I think The Pig’s set list was on point. I had a couple solos myself. I sang Susan Tadeschi’s version of Angel From Montgomery (my favorite) and the crowd’s favorite, Bobby McGee. I would be fine if I never heard or sang Son of A Preacher Man ever again. However, I think the crowd liked it, so I am sure that wish won’t be granted. I freaking LOVE singing Freedom and will never get sick of Country Roads and Can’t You See. Shit, who am I kidding? I love singing them all. There is nothing more fun.
The moment right before I pretended to be Stevie Nicks and got my magic cape caught on Sniper’s guitar. #amateur
The feedback post Pig show was awesome! It sounds like fun was had by all and I even managed to catch a buzz after we were done. My feelings remain unchanged. I am honored to share the stage with these guys. If some late nights means I get to do this all over again, sign me up! I am a Pig and I like it!
From the left. Sniper, Mikey, Just Tim (Who is so much more than Just Tim), Law Dog, Big Senead & Me, Rusti Tambo
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