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John McEuen, Bill Cosby, and The Diz!

September 8, 2011 in Updates

Thanks again to show friend and music legend John McEuen!  Here’s another story he’s sent us to share.   This one involves show business legends Bill Cosby and Dizzy Gillespie.  Check it out – in John’s own words:

Carnegie Hall!  Finally got far enough out of Orange County to get to Carnegie. For our first time (of 4) there we were co-billed with Mr. Cosby, in the middle of a two-week tour with him. Bill knew music, and would open for us for 10 minutes , and then bring the band out for our show before his real set. To do this smoothly, he asked that I show him how to saw a simple bowing pattern on the fiddle, just on two open strings. He’d pick up my fiddle and do the bow sawing to kick off Jambalaya, and it worked great. “Hey boys, welcome to the stage.. here.. let me get you started” and he would exit, giving the audience a nice segue into something they likely did not want to see. (I always figure that with most audiences only _ of the people want to see what is on stage.. and they brought the other _).

 

But this night, our first big and most important NYC show, he had this friend…  he wanted him to sit in with us.

Barely out of the box as a band, our big night was already enough for us to handle. After sound check, Cosby came in to the dressing room to add fuel to the fidgets:

“If you boys don’t mind, I’d like to have an old friend sit in on a song with you.”
“No problem. What’s the song?” I asked.
“Just a regular 12 bar blues type of song, and he’ll fit right in… probably in the key of E.”
Thinking it would be good if his friend was a better player than him, I inquired:
“Who is it?”
“Dizzy Gillespie. He’ll do fine.” Yes, Bill, he’ll do fine.

It was one of those evenings that sounds like a fake story, a fabrication, like my whole life seems at times. I often drive through small mid-west towns and am positive the people walking around them are actors, set up to portray small town life. Even in the Big Apple it seems there are roles cast and people filling them:
The guy playing drumsticks on the sidewalk at midnight.
Three-card monte game on a cardboard box, the dealer harvesting the green from those who are green.
The guys who run the Going Out of Business! store in Times Square for the past 15 years.
The waitress at the Stage Deli who barely has the time to take an order, doesn’t write it down, and the food comes before you know it.

Bill did his intro, brought us out, and after Jambalaya, he came back out and then introduced Dizzy… as the horn man walked out, the crowd went nuts, and we hadn’t even played a note with him yet. I had not yet felt the impact of what it was like to be around someone with a longtime national career, and never forgot this reaction. Standing up there dizzy in Dizzy’s applause, I have never forgotten. It seemed we were in an old faded black and white photo with yellowing edges from some old showbiz agent’s desk, some forgotten show where the famous horn man sat in with some unknown band (‘… yeah, buddy.. that was a great night…shoulda been there..”)… and I was the out of focus guy.

As I remember, it seemed difficult to remember what an E chord looked like when those puffy cheeks were blowing his historic notes right beside me. But, ‘we’ went over great.

Wow and thanks again John for sharing your innermost thoughts with us!    Check back here for more stories from John McEuen soon!

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Check Out Some Road Stories From John McEuen of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band!

May 12, 2011 in Updates

Seminal folk musician and founding member of Nitty Gritty Dirt Band John McEuen has sent TheK2BShow some great stories!  AND, they are all true!  Yes, we believe you John, nobody could make this stuff up!

Aside from producing and playing on Grammy-Award winning records, like 2010′s  Grammy winner for Bluegrass (Steve Martin’s ‘The Crow’), he’s compiling his wild and crazy experiences on the road and on the stage throughout the years.  As a great friend of  TheK2BShow (believe it or not!) he’s agreed to let us serialize some of his stories from his forthcoming book.  When it’s out we’ll publish a link to it so you can have his complete collection, but until then, TheK2BShow is possibly the only place on the planet to read these until the book comes out!

John does have stories online at his website and you can see those by Clicking here to go to  John McEuen’s homepage.  BUT he’s been so gracious as to provide TheK2BShow with exclusive stories not yet published anywhere else!  We are so honored and you should feel as special to read these as we do to blog them.

Thanks so much John, you are the best!  (So affirms Steve Martin, who finally admitted that John was a “valuable contributor to my education on the banjo”)   Also John is part of a cool news website called The Syndicated News and check that out by clicking here – The Syndicated News.net.

Here’s the first story, involving NGDB and the daughter of one of TheK2BShow’s heros – Henry Mancini -

(printed by permission of John McEuen)

Send Henry’s Daughter Home!

With any of the recreational things at her disposal a family-rich 21-year-old chick could have in early ’70s Aspen, it was a real surprise when roadie Gary told us that Monica Mancini was riding with him in the equipment van to Walla Walla Washington, to “hang out”.   With the name ‘Mancini,’ she could do whatever she wanted… and usually did.

We musicians flew in to Spokane after our 10-day gig in the ski town, took our time driving the 100 miles to the college gig, stopping for a leisurely lunch.  Then ambled to an arbitrarily chosen motel around 2:00, I walked into my arbitrary hotel room choice to be welcomed by the ringing phone.   We hardly knew where we were yet, so when I answered, I was surprised that anyone else did. It wasn’t the front desk.

“Hello… This is Henry Mancini. Where’s my daughter?”

“Monica?” I asked.   “They should be here soon.  She’s with our roadie in the truck. Can I help you with something? What’s the problem?”  Usually good on my feet in a tight situation, right then words were failing me.  I could sense that the end of my life in show biz could be near.

“Well, let’s start with transporting a 17-year-old across two state lines. “

I could see our music career dying in the flames of our roadie’s burning lust (Monica was a babe).

I told him all I could; told him the age that she had told us (21), and let him in on how well she fit in with all her activities, as discreetly as possible.   She would be taken care of; I tried to assure him… I didn’t tell him how my knees were shaking.

“You have her call me when she arrives. Good   -   bye!”

Speculating how the press release would be written  – about how we landed in jail for trekking this juvenile celebrity babe across the country into a Patty Hearst lifestyle – we awaited their arrival.   I was trying to think of various new things to do, now that the show business career was soon coming to a close…and of things one could make with prison food.

When the equipment van finally pulled up, she happily hopped out.

“Monica, your father called. He’s a bit upset about your current excursion, and wants you to call him… now” I announced.

“Oh, daddy!” she chirped.   “I can take care of him. He just worries too much, andI know how to handle him<.  Everything will be just fine.  He just hates that I’m old enough to make my own decisions.”

“Call now!” was repeated.

She made the call, dialing … waiting … and he answered.

“Hi, daddy. This is Monica…say daddy, I was going to call you and….”   She was obviously silenced.  I imagined his following fatherly talk covered soon-to-be-ex trust funds, vanishing free rooms and ski passes in Aspen, to whom he would now leave the Jaguar, the beauty of working her own way through school, and how he was going to send us up Moon River.

About every 15 seconds she dutifully responded,  “Yes daddy….. yes, daddy…. yes, daddy… yes, dad-dy,” a bit lower with each “yes”, and slower with each “daddy.”

She hung the phone up, turned to us and said  “Will someone please take me to the nearest airport?”

As she shipped off, one could almost feel music maven Mancini’s potential curse lifted; we never knew if he did anything to us, but I think Monica was reinstated.

Awesome John!  And no one was arrested!  (That time.)  Check back here for more of John’s amazing road stories, Can’t Wait!

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