[Dixielandjazz] Fw: Gig Haikus
Rob McCallum
rakmccallum@hotmail.com
Thu, 19 Dec 2002 09:04:13 -0500
Hello all,
Hopefully these will be good for a morning chuckle or two.
All the best,
Rob McCallum
----- Original Message -----
From: David Wickham <wick1507@wwnet.com>
To: <lucy_rodriguez@peoplesoft.com>; Rob McCallum <rakmccallum@hotmail.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 19, 2002 8:21 AM
Subject: Fw: Gig Haikus
> > Gig Haikus
> > ============================
> > ============================
> > Squeaking and squawking
> > All eyes roll to the heavens
> > The clarinet speaks
> > ============================
> > One beat to change from
> > Harmon to cup to bucket
> > Hey, who wrote this s**t?
> > ============================
> > The jam session starts
> > Somebody calls "Giant Steps"
> > Cold fear grips my brain
> > ============================
> > Here's the girl singer
> > Stepping to the microphone
> > Pitch, Time, All gone now
> > ============================
> > Gig is going well
> > Some jerk requests "In the Mood"
> > I look at my watch
> > ============================
> > I once had a dream
> > Big house, new car, big money
> > Now I play the bass
> > ============================
> > Gorgeous chick tells me
> > "You sound just like Kenny G"
> > My ego shatters
> > ============================
> > Three-eight, eleven-eight
> > Damn you Andrew Lloyd Webber
> > Five-eight, seven-eight
> > ============================
> > The woodwind doubler
> > Practicing the piccolo
> > Frustration defined
> > ============================
> > Pit orchestra gig
> > Days and nights become as one
> > I have no damned life
> > ============================
> > Bad intonation
> > Strings are sharp and reeds are flat
> > Brass too loud again
> > ============================
> > Great changes, good groove
> > A one-in-a-million gig
> > No singer. Yippee!
> > ============================
> > An oxymoron:
> > "He played the accordion
> > With delicacy"
> > ============================
> > The accordion
> > "Squeeze box," yes, but more often
> > "The Stomach Steinway"
> > ============================
> > Bassoons forever
> > Try in vain not to sound like
> > A farting bedpost
> > ============================
> > The strings slowly tune
> > When they're done the unisons
> > Are anything but
> > ============================
> > "I can't find my note"
> > Bemoans the confused singer
> > Quit now," we all pray
> > ============================
> > The contractor calls
> > Months of Andrew Lloyd Webber
> > "Bird Lives" no longer
> > ============================
> > ============================
> > Money's everything
> > Playing any gig that comes
> > Whores, we are all whores
> > ============================
> > ============================
> >
> > That plate of hors d'oeuvres
> > Cost more than we're getting paid
> > Think we underbid?
> > ============================
> > ============================
> >
> > Break time is over
> > Rest of band is returning
> > Now for that phone call
> > ============================
> > ============================
> >
> > Rock drummer, lounge keys
> > Classically trained singer
> > Welcome to sub hell
> > ============================
> > ============================
> >
> > God bless trust fund gigs
> > Only have to eat ramen
> > For a few more weeks
> > ============================
> > ============================
> >
> > My drummer helped me
> > Count the syllables
> > ============================
> >
> >
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