It must be wedding season because it seems like we’ve been to quite a few recently. Two of Olivia’s sisters got married in the last few months (a story that sums us up pretty well- first to engage, last to get married) and they were both beautiful affairs. But I just wanted to tell you a story about the most recent one, with a fantastic reception at Liv’s parent’s house.
I started to get excited when I saw some musician types (you can always tell) backing their car into the driveway. I got even more excited when I saw a PA and a drum kit being set up. But when the (????????????????band things that people stand behind, what are they called??????????????- these things…) and tuxedos came out I inwardly lost my shit. Turns out the evening’s entertainment was going to be provided by a 5 piece Jazz/Swing combo. Hell. Yes.
I knew that Olivia’s sister and her fiancé had been swing dancing for a little while but I’d never really seen them do it. And I was just blown away by how great they looked dancing to their first, second and sixty-fourth dances at the reception. They looked like they were having so much fun, all the while making the rest of us look like a bunch of retards. Which we pretty much were by that stage.
The band was called 7th Avenue Swing (Facebook shoutout here…https://www.facebook.com/7thAvenueSwing)
and they had a tiny little Gretsch drum kit, saxophone, 2 lots of keys and 2 horn players, one of which would drop the horn and do some crooning every now and then. Shit was tight yo’. They played all the hits (of the 40’s and 50’s) along with some nice jazz standards and some modern stuff (maybe leave the Katy Perry charts at home next time boys, some requests need to be ignored). It probably wasn’t until half way through the night that I actually asked myself the question “where the hell is the bass player?”. Because I could definitely hear something that sounded extremely like a double bass. I looked at the keys player, maybe he was doing some sort of bass synth with the bottom hand? Not so, that one was too busy doing chords. So where the hell was it coming from?
That’s when I noticed this guys feet had been moving around like crazy all night, looking like he was playing some sort of Japanese dance game in the arcade. I’d read about these things before
but I’d never seen one in the flesh. And to be honest, I had no idea they could be played like that. I’m pretty sure I’d just witnessed the skills of one of the most coordinated human beings on the planet; not only was he doing two hand piano (chords bottom hand and improvising lead top hand), he was playing these amazing walking bass lines WITH HIS GODDAMN FEET. And while left foot was walking up and down this giant bass keyboard, right foot was pumping away on some sort of expression pedal making this thing sound like a genuine double bass. Amazing.
We had a chance to talk to this guy when we were all packing stuff up in the garage at the end of the night and told him how amazed we were. He told us that he’d not really done it before outside his bedroom. He then told us that he could also play guitar and was learning how to do drums. What an arsehole. How dare someone be that talented and make the rest of us proles feel like complete wastes of space (probably not his intention by the way, he was a genuinely lovely guy). So thanks to the boys of 7th Avenue for making a special night a truly great one. Get along and see them if you get a chance, it’s like a magic show and gig in one.
As for us, I guess we’ll just stick with the indie rock thing for now, where we can semi-hide our lack of talent.