Well it was pretty windy yesterday - not enough to present any real problems, except that the wind noise on the camera mic was extreme.
Even with my high tech foam and scotch tape device.
Most of my gigs and shows for the past 2-3 years have been either in country bars or Steel Guitar conventions, so I tend to forget that a lot of people don't know what a steel guitar is - in fact have never seen one.
But on Hollywood Beach there are many people from all over the world, and many folks who have just never been exposed to it.
So a lot of people come up to ask what it is, and seem fascinated by it.
Sometimes I feel like a novelty act or something.
It's pretty cool, because there are a million guys who play regular guitar and sing - everybody has seen plenty of that.
No matter how good you are, it's just not that remarkable.
I mean, who is going to go home and say: "I just saw a guy playing guitar and singing, it was so amazing!".
But when they see someone playing a beautiful instrument they've never seen before, it makes an impression and they remember it.
People take photos of it, and make videos.
This is part of the tiki bar and courtyard.
It's what I'm looking at when I'm playing.
You can see the video camera there . .
In this video I took a stab at Herb Remington's "Ricochet Rag". Even with the wind noise, you can hear it pretty well. Remember, the noise is caused by wind on the camera mic - at the time it didn't sound at all like that.
RICOCHET RAG
You could even turn off the sound and it's kind of a neat video - the beach, the palm trees, the waves and the people going by. And you can see the band that plays after me loading in - Curbstone. They're an excellent group, a good bunch of guys.
I rented a little beach pad from a buddy of mine who rents beach pads.
It's less than a half block away, and it's on the second floor with a porch that looks out over the ocean.
Once the van is all packed up I go there and chill out.
After I have a shower and something to eat I sit on the porch for a couple of hours, watch the waves and listen to the sounds of the ocean and the distant revelry of Curbstone playing at the tiki bar.
It's a far cry from the stuff I used to do after a gig, but I like it a lot - it's therapeutic.
Then after a while I drive home.
It's become my little ritual since I started this gig . .