Day 121
Saturday April 30
Rehearsal at Dan’s and we really get into harmonies and a little more jazz today. Well, far from challenging but Buena Sera is a little more swingy than anything else we have and is another touch in a new direction as we continue to open the wings of the repertoire.
What’s really cool is how we put in the work with the harmonies. The main songs like this today are California Dreaming and, believe it or not, Mr Brightside. We have a few lines which we slow right down so that we can hear how each note we’re singing is working, or if they are even working at all; at full speed, you might only be getting away with it. Slow it down and everything is right there with no place to hide. No. Sounds good. Carry on. We also do a lot of acapella today, again to be able to concentrate on the harmonies and see if they really do sound as good and as tight as we think they do when the music’s playing. And also to direct each other and ourselves to notes we think will work. A lot of it’s still ad libbed but this process is definitely helping to get it tightened up and maybe, as we go, we’ll settle on definitive versions of what we’re doing.
That was so much fun, and sounded so good that, as soon as I get home, I realise I want to get started on the next bit right now.
Day 123
Monday May 2
Bank holiday means Blues Kitchen on a Monday rather than a Sunday. This is the first such one I’ve been to. I’m told by Kes that they’re generally quieter than Sundays but still good on the quality.
I’m arriving late – 10pm – because, footy fan that I am, I wanted to watch the Spurs Chelsea game which had the possibility to give Leicester the title. The game ends in a fantastic 2-2 draw and the whole of Leicester, and most of the country really, goes crazy. If you don’t follow soccer, or English soccer at all, yes, that little team you’ve never heard of has just won the Premiership title. At 5000-1 at the beginning of the season, a guy who I get talking to says it’s the highest odds that’s ever come in.
I leave that and it’s time to get to the jam. I arrive just after 10 which is the time I texted Kes to say I would arrive. We have a bit of a chat and then he says, ‘By the way, you’re on next.’ By the time the current set’s finished and I’m called up, I haven’t even had time to get a drink.
We play that set and it goes really well and as Kes comes up to introduce the changearound, he says, ‘I’ll be getting you on later as well.’
The later turns out to be Dre’s set like it was last week. The big finale to end the night. The place isn’t packed like it was last week and with this being the bank holiday, not the full house band either. So it’s a slightly different vibe but no less enthusiastic and it still all sounds fantastic.
We get to the solos. Dre calls each person out in turn. As usual, it’s variations of: ‘Give it up for [name] on [instrument].’ It gets to my solo. I decide to just rip it up this week and that’s what I do. I completely go for it, keeping the form of the song and I’ve never played this fast for this long in here before. It’s not all speed. I do slow down at times and lay down a bit of an establishing groove, but then I’m off again. I’m not entirely sure how much theory is going into what I’m doing. It’s just shred. I keep it safe enough so I know it all works. It’s just a ton of fast with a few slides and grooves thrown in. Then, as I work my way to the top of the fretboard, I hit a high high E and pause, holding the note. As the note rings out, this is now the only sound in The Blues Kitchen. I hold it for a whole bar. It starts to fade. Almost to silence. In these few seconds, I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do next. I didn’t even know I was going to stop until it happened. Then I suddenly kick in again. Building everything back into the song. As I’ve kept the form more or less, the band know what’s coming and we exchange glances to say, yes, this is nearly it. Almost time to come in. OK. Now. And we’re all in again. He does this with other people sometimes, but it’s still really cool when Dre jumps onto the mic and dramatically calls out, ‘His name is Mark McClelland people.’
There’s one main guy in here I haven’t played with yet. He pretty much only ever plays with the house band. Maybe a guitarist swapped here and there. But, apart from Kes, I’ve only ever seen one other bass player play with him. As well as being one supercool, in control dude, he’s blind and generally doesn’t hang around at the bar. If you want to talk to him, you go to his table and say who you are and have a chat for a while. I’ve introduced myself a few times and recently he’s been quite complimentary of my playing. Tonight, maybe with it being a little quiet, or just because he feels like it, I don’t know, he’s at the bar and hanging out with everyone. He and I get talking and it’s the first time I’ve ever felt fully engaged with him. There have been some nice quick chats before but usually it’s me stopping on the way out to say hello, and we’ve ended up talking for a little while. You know the type of encounter I mean, I’m sure. But tonight we’re just hanging at the bar and neither of us is going anywhere. He says a few nice things again and I have a few comments about his playing and his sets. He’s always in total command of the room and stage whenever he’s up there. Then he says, ‘You should play with me.’ This isn’t the first time he’s mentioned it but before it was more of a, ‘We should play together sometime.’ I didn’t mention that to Kes because I really see this as me going up when I’m called. If I end up playing with that guy or that guy, great. Or not. I know some people do make requests of people they’d like to play with and I know I get included in that sometimes. But I also know that the guys organising these things have enough to juggle around without trying to figure out who does or doesn’t want to play with who. So, for the most part, I tend to keep myself out of that and just go up when I’m called. There have been notable exceptions. When I took a band I’d just auditioned for there for example.
But now Mike shouts out to Kes who I hadn’t realised had yet joined the loose group at the bar. ‘Kes, I want Mark on bass with me next week. Cool?’ Yep. It’s cool. I assure Mike I’ll sit back and won’t go for it too much. He’s having none of that. ‘No. You do what you do,’ he says. ‘Go for it all you want. That’s what I want people to do.’
OK. So for the first time at The Blues Kitchen, I have a jam date.
Day 125
Wednesday May 4
It’s time for an originals rehearsal and another open mic with Dan. We know the songs we’re going to do so it’s round to his for a quick run through of them just to make sure then we’re off.
This one’s in The Elephant’s Head, a bar I of course know very well but I’ve never been to the open mic there. We’re met by Tony, the organiser and a whole ton of people signing up. We’re right in the centre of Camden so it’s no surprise to see that this is a popular one for performers.
Once it gets going, two other things become quickly clear. As well as performers, it’s very popular among just regular punters. Open mics are often just songwriters playing their songs to each other and then quite often leaving as soon as they’re done. So really, no-one’s interested in seeing anyone else but by that concept, they’re playing to a room that has no interest in seeing them either. Not only do most performers hang around here but there are a lot of people who are here just for the music and it doesn’t take long before it has the feeling of a real event taking place. The second thing I notice is definitely related to all this. The quality is really, really good. Great singing and great songs. If other open mic nights here are anything like this one then yes, it’s one for the punters and that, to be brutally honest, is a rare thing. Open mics throw up a lot of great, unexpected moments but understandably, a lot of people don’t think the trade-off’s worth it. I’ve willingly sat through plenty in the past knowing that in the middle of all the mediocrity, or worse, something fantastic will happen. But that’s just me. I have to own up now too and say I possibly have a little less patience for that now.
It’s not all polite clapping either. There are some truly spontaneous outbreaks of cheering that clearly isn’t just coming from friends and it’s very easy to get caught up in it. Also, for the first timer, there’s another thought. Bloody hell. Not only is the bar pretty high around here, you’re practically expected to jump it. Am I going to be good enough for this lot?
Me and Dan get to find out at about 9 O’Clock and, unlike our previous experience, this time the crowd hasn’t drifted away by the time we get on. He’s earmarked three songs to play. By the time we’re getting close to going on, we realise it’s two songs per act and a decision has to be made. He asks me what I think. I have no hestitation. ‘This crowd does not want to hear a slow love song right now.’ He agrees pretty readily so we go for the driving Intact and the more swinging, but still musically upbeat When Love Turns To This. We don’t get the high pitched all the way whooping that some acts got but the reception is still high enough in the register for it to be a success and plenty of people seemed into the songs while we were playing them. A good first outing here we think. Dan’s wife Saffy turns up just before we play and takes recording duties.
When we come off, I tell Dan he should try to come to this one as often as he can. Like the jam sessions, get yourself established in one. To get noticed, you need to show clear signs of support, that people know and love your songs. If you can rotate a few at one open mic night and build some kind of recognition for them, you’re on your way.
It continues around us and we hold our table near the front. Jenn comes out and joins us. She’s missed our set as we went on a little earlier than expected but there’s still plenty of the night to enjoy. Jenn does not like open mics. At. All. Purely for reasons I explained earlier. But I think it’s a bit of an endorsement to say that she likes this one. I won’t itemise each performer but it really is great fun all the way through and I decide that Tony, the host, is the best open mic organiser I’ve ever seen. He holds the sound down perfectly and completely keeps it about the performers. He also seems to genuinely enjoy most of them like a punter and, most importantly, he takes no nonsense but always in a controlled way. I’m sure you can imagine that an event like this on a busy corner in central Camden town needs a strong hand. He has it, but never overtly and that’s really good to see.
Afterwards I have a really good chat with him on the stage as he’s packing up. He tells me he’s looking for a new venue to do an open mic and I say I might just know one. I’ll be in touch if anything comes of it. If not, surely we’ll meet again at this one. I think it’s safe to say me and Dan will be returning.
Day 126
Thursday May 5
This is exactly how I feel when I wake up this morning.
I’ve got to be honest. Some days it’s hard to face getting on the phone or going out to drop in cold on bars. Some days I really don’t have it. When that happens, I just don’t do it anymore. The effort of going out and carrying on is admirable but if you’re properly off, it’s going to come through and you’re not just wasting time, you’re screwing up potential leads that you can’t really go back to again.
Today I’m on. Completely. I will sell this house today. I will sell this house. To. Day.
I’ve not been diarying all my calls and visits but this day is worth writing about, even if just to demonstrate how a typical day goes with this stuff. Yes, I know I’ve said that it’s better to visit bars than call them, but all the calls on this list are to bars that are at least in some way warm to the idea. Also, they’re all over the place so I think it’s best to set myself up in a control room (or bedroom) and, in the words of Leonardo di Caprio’s Wolf of Wall Street, pick up the phone and start dialing.
Bar visit. Contact not there.
Phone calls.
Contact on holiday.
Contact not there.
Straight to voicemail.
No answer at all.
Agency call, contact not there.
Exhibitions company. Interesting one this. They said they liked what we did and could have something in May. I’ve been trying to get hold of that same person for the past two weeks or so now to be told they’re away or in meetings or call back in a few days. I get hold of her today. Yep. They did need someone for that event. Yep. We would have been suitable. Sorry. We booked it. Balls.
We continue.
Call to a bar we played before to see about future dates. She’s on holiday.
Company call. Contact not there.
Restaurant call. They have live music and I’ve played there but I’ve no doubt they have a long list. Still, got to keep trying. Come on. All together. One, two, three…Not there.
The number I was given doesn’t work. There’s a surprise.
The next guy says he gets so many emails and can I please email him again. OK.
Not there times four.
Special mention in dispatches goes to this guy who I call somewhere in the middle of all that lot. He’s the bar manager whose house I was in back in November. He was saying he wanted to get us in his bar and, once he’d seen how we worked there, he knew loads of other places he’d be able to get us into. Quote. ‘Before you know it, you won’t be pulling pints anymore.’ The following week I was in his house again and he brought it up again. Quote. ‘I just want you to know it wasn’t drunk talk. I really mean this. We’re going to do it.’
A few weeks ago he spoke to Dan in the bar. All excited about getting something going.
He’s a busy guy and we’ve not always been able to talk on the phone. We do today. Quote. ‘I’ll let you know when I’m going to go ahead with this. At the moment it’s never.’ Wait wait wait. You came to me. Twice. This was never my idea. After stalling for five months on an idea you had, you now say it’s not going to happen. That pretty much falls into not cool territory. I don’t say any of this but when he asks how it’s going, I say, ‘A bit frustrating to be honest. Including this phone call. A lot of people are making very nice noises but very little is actually being laid down.’
Sorry to hear that, he says. I’m not going to fall out with the guy but I’m very disappointed with this. I may let him know in a bit more detail next time I see him. It could go something like this. ‘Remember you said it wasn’t just drunk talk? Well I’m afraid that’s exactly what it looks like from where I’m sitting.’
I get back to the calls. This next venue is one I’ve made a few calls to. It’s unusual in that I’ve never been to it but I managed to get something of a rapport going with the manager. On the verge of turning that into something, she left. Of course she did. But I got the name of the incoming guy and call him now.
My aim is just to see if I can send him something and maybe come down and talk to him about it all sometime. He thinks about this for a while. ‘How much do you cost?’ I tell him. ‘Hmm. How would you feel about playing immediately after England’s first game of the Euros? That could be done. He asks about posters and we talk a few more logistics things and that’s it. Goodbye and thankyou very much.
This is the 18th venue on the list. And ironically, apart from the one successful call, none of them were cold contacts.
I will sell this house today.