“Hi!”
“Hey! We need some surgical tape, Elmer’s glue and a used paint brush!”
“And some gin would be nice too.”
“And some gin would be nice too.”
And thus begins the midnight post-gig djembe surgery. Normally when something goes awry with one of the instruments we can pretty much figure it out, and the djembe’s included in that, but with the djembe’s head it’s not simply tightening this or loosening that, it’s going to involve some special surgical supplies (it’s goat skin after all) and some patience because it’s all about tension and drying time.
Fortunately, Jamie and Barnaby took it all in stride and we were soon pushing on the head and pulling on the head and generally making progress on the patching process.
Friday the 13th has taken its toll on the night. It started with realizing that the mixer that the venue provided wasn’t really providing enough power to the speakers to get us decent volume. I probably just wasn’t using it right, but we’ve got our own gear for a REASON – we like it. So we scrap everything and set up our own system. A couple of minutes later Heather and I look at Kristen and shake our heads as she kicks a glass of water. Then Heather gets to shake her head at BOTH of us as *I* kick another glass over.
We’re a mess.
And then Heather drops her skull shaker and it shatters, spilling innards all over the floor. ilyAIMY’s made a mess, and it’s just the way it is.
And then Heather pops the head on her djembe.
It was a very, very fine show. There were just some issues. And it kind of sucks to bust one of your main instruments on the first night out on the road. Meep!
