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We’d been rehearsing for maybe a week when one day someone came to the loading dock during a break. Or maybe they’d been there for a while and waited until we were in a break to try to get our attention. Bart went to answer it while the rest of the guys wandered around to refill their coffee (Chris) or grab a smoke break outside (Marvelle, who swore he was trying to quit) or visit the restroom (Bradley).
When Bart didn’t come back right away I started walking across the brick floor to find out who he was talking to. I heard my name being taken in vain. Then he let the guy in, a slender figure carrying a sax case.
“Mitch!” I shook his hand and we pulled each other into one of those one-armed back-pat hugs. He was sporting a narrow, well-cropped goatee. “What are you doing in town?” I was fully expecting him to say he was here to play a gig and was just dropping by to say hello.
“I’m checking out a rumor you’re hiring a horn section and decided I better come down here and find out personally why you didn’t call me first,” he said. His voice was light, half-joking, but his face was concerned. By concerned I mean kinda pissed off but also kinda worried, as if maybe there was a reason I hadn’t called him, like was there was something he should know that he didn’t? Like, uh–I don’t know–maybe he was worried that one time we slept together had made me decide not to call him?
“I haven’t called anybody yet,” I assured him. “We’re literally still figuring out whether we want live horns or if we can get by with keyboards. You want to help figure it out?”
Some people might have thought it was weird for a guy to show up like that, but I didn’t. Getting gigs is all about being in the right place at the right time. Sometimes that place is at home by the phone, but sometimes it means putting yourself in the right place.
I introduced him to the rest of the band one at a time as I showed him The Hangar. Not surprisingly, he and Marvelle knew each other. Ziggy shook his hand but looked at him curiously, like I’d found an injured bird or rabbit outside and brought it in to see if it would be a good pet. (Ziggy often looked at people like that, you know.)
I hadn’t written horn charts yet, but I sent Tony to make a photocopy of the keyboard parts on a couple of songs, and when he brought them back I sat down and marked them up. Mitch looked over my shoulder while I did it.
“I’m not the world’s best sight-reader,” he said.
“This is in the wrong key for you anyway, isn’t it?” I said. “Just use it to get a general idea of the riffs and where to put them. I’m leaving it up to you to figure out the actual hits and fills. Have you heard this on the radio?”
I put the pre-recorded version of “Do It” on and let him hear it. His head nodded as he listened.
It takes a while to figure stuff out, to make a group of musicians fit together, especially while working out parts that were still changing. But I tried not to sweat it too much if things didn’t mesh right away.
I think I mentioned before that the songs on the album were recorded at various times and sometimes on different coasts. One thing that inadvertantly worked in our favor was that with all the different drummers that had been used, sometimes Marvelle picked it up right away but sometimes Bradley was the one who nailed it from the get-go.
A lone saxophone isn’t the same as a horn section but that day was enough to convince me that live horns were going to be a good idea. I didn’t make any commitments, but I asked Mitch to come back on the following Monday if he could. He said he would.
He stuck with us that night when the guys went out and then caught a cab when we went our separate ways at the end of the night.
Ziggy was clingy in the limo and bit me somewhat harder than necessary to get my attention. “Ow.”
“He likes you,” Ziggy said.
“I know,” I said. “He’s got a list of all the gay bars in Asia.”
“Oh, really. Has he got other continents, too?”
“Dunno. I’ll ask.” I slid my hand under Ziggy’s shirt so I could touch more of his skin. “Are you jealous?”
“Of course not,” he said. “I’m just not used to people being more attracted to you than to me.”
That made me laugh. I didn’t really think for one second that the jealous ran that direction but I played along. “You’re just intimidating. I’m the safer choice.”
“For a thirteen-year-old girl maybe. If he’s bar-hopping Asia, Mitch isn’t intimidated by the likes of me.”
“I think you’ve forgotten how intimidating you can be,” I said. “Nobody likes disappointing you, Zig.”
“Tsk. The only thing that’d disappoint me is if you’re too tired for sex tonight.”
“I am tired,” I admitted, but I was pretty sure under the surface we’d just had a conversation about Ziggy wanting exclusivity. Best to remind him of the primacy of his claim on me. “Never too tired if you’re on top, though.”
“Mm, good idea. Hey, let’s multitask.” He opened my jeans and set about trying to empty my balls with his mouth before we got to the apartment. (He succeeded.)
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