Speaking of band leading, I’m directing the Asheville Jazz Orchestra tonight at 8 PM at the White Horse Black Mountain. Cover charge is $12. Stop by and say hello if you’re in the area. Now, on to the Repentant Band Leader.
The Repentant Band Leader
And so it came to pass, during one date, that the Sidemen were assailed by Doubts, and Darkness descended upon the Bandstand. And the Leader turned to his quaking flock and saith, “My children, why Doest thou doubt me? Have I not led you through the Valley of the Loading Dock to the Great Land of Long Breaks, Hot Meals, and Undertime?
“Have I not banished the dreaded Macarena from the Set List and allowed thee to Blow on selected numbers? Do we not play the Correct Changes for the Bridge of Girl From Ipanema? And do we not play Motown selections at the Proper Tempos? And do I not pay you all equitably, neither overpaying the Chick Singers, nor underpaying the Horn Players? And are there not Charts for the Horns, so that thou need no Fake Parts? So why doth thou protest when I call The Willie Nelson Song, or The Jack son 5 Ballad? Are they not preferable to Achey Breaky Heart or anything by Celine Dion? Wouldst thou rather suffer Flung Beverage Containers or Scowls and Hectoring by the Aunts and Uncles?”
And the Sidemen answered him. “But Father, we look out into the Dance Floor, and we see The Maelstrom. We fear the Youngsters with Pierced Body Parts, as well as the Ancient Ones with Canes and Walkers. Also do we fear the Bridesmaids with the Large Hair and the Groomsmen with Cigars and Dishevelled Tuxedos. Also do we fear the Relatives from the Great Southwest, as well as those from California , and from New York . Also do we regard with Fear and Loathing the Party Planner, and the Room Captain. But mostly do we fear the Bride and Her Mother, who ruleth the Earth, yea, even above you, our Leader.”
And the Leader looked and saw that this was true. And he took his Book and he flung it into the Buffet Heaters. And he took his Baton and he broke it over his knee. And he took his Red Bow Tie and he rent it asunder. And he turned to the Party Planner and he said, “Now you have no power over me, Minion of Evil!”
And he turned to the Room Captain and he said, “I will leave by the Lobby Entrance.”
And he turned to the Bride and said, “Take thy Whitney Houston CD and place it where thy Groom may find it during your Honeymoon.”
And he turned to the Bride’s Mother and said, “Thy Daughter is a Spoiled Brat and I hope that she soon Divorces her Callow Husband and returneth to live with thee with her three children for the rest of thy Natural Life.”
And he turned to the drummer and said, “The band is yours.” And he went home and slept deeply and soundly and arose the next day smiling and began making calls to find work as a Sideman.