I saw Adam Hebert play and sing in one key while the band backing him up, Jambalaya, played in another, at Festivals Acadiens a couple of years ago! They finally got their stuff together after that first song, Cette la, Moi J'aime (The One I Love is Like a Little Bird), but it was painful to hear from that great vocalist!
you just gotta laugh it off!
I've done it plenty of times, both on the receiving and giving end. Like picking up the wrong key accordion when the whole band is ready to play in another key. They all get the "deer in the headlights" look. Or I'm supposed to start the tune on the accordion, and duh...I can't remember how the tune went.. everyone is looking at you trying to figure out what's up? Or playing the wrong tune..done that one too. Or blown the opening licks..ooww baby..that really hurts. Now I try to make a joke if it happens and let it go like water off a duck's back. Better for morale.
laughing with you,
I can come out of my closet now that I'm not alone.
Somebody told me that the folks who were there have already forgotten. I sure hope so.
I was just beginning to sing Bernadette in public. I was used to singing it behind the accordion, where the volume was good, and the melody line was strong. However, this night, the second time I tried in public, the accordion player sat out, and I had to try to sing off the fiddle player, whose melody line was more improvised, and thus, not as solid to me.
I think the ASPC was called out to the dance hall to investigate the horrible things being done to cats there.
I've had a similar experience at a house dance. Folks were dancing to recorded music, and myself and another gent were playing rubboard along to it. The people would stomp, the cd player would skip, and the beat would be off. Guess who got the blame.
Most of the most fondly retold stories aren't told about the time everything went well.
I believe that same night, my rubboard was leaning against a wall and was knocked over, sliding along the wall and becoming wedged between a night light and the electrical outlet faceplate.
Sparks, lights out, people trying to figure out how to get it off without frying, and a lasting weld mark on my board in the shape of a screw head.
Now, that's show business.
Oh my God, you just reminded me of what may have been the biggest gig of my life, when I was active in the alternative rock scene about 15 years ago. I've repressed it, I can't even remember the details that well. I was playing fiddle for a band called Drink Me, and we got a gig opening for some big major-label band from England called Beautiful South. This was at the Ritz, at the time one of the biggest rock clubs in New York City. Drink Me did a cover of a well-known folk song, I can't remember which one, something like "Oh My Darling Clementine." I started it in the wrong key in front of approximately 1,000 people. Life goes on!