MG4 @ Local 506, Chapel Hill, NC 2/12/05
And, the MG4 has returned!
At one point during our set, I turned to Alex and said, "You know, man, no matter how good we think we are, Ornette Coleman would hate us." We laughed.
Since Alex had rejoined up with us on a semi-temporary/semi-permanent basis, things have been going well. On Saturday, February 12th, MG4, also known as the Mike Garrigan Band, took the stage at Local 506 in Chapel Hill, NC. It was one of the best shows we have ever played.
During soundcheck, I turned to Remy and said,"You know, man, four years ago to the day we were getting together for the first time for Athenaeum rehearsals at your practice space in Raleigh." We laughed.
It's a bit odd to think that in the amount of time that it takes (most) people to get a college degree, I've been making music with Mark, Alex, and Jeremy. It's true, though. Up and down, high and low, we've seen the best and the worst of the business. And, it had been close to six weeks since we had all done the Athenaeum farewell/reunion show together. It was good to be back.
After check, we all wandered into the India Palace restaurant right next door to the 506. As Mark got a plate from the buffet, I said, "You know, man, I just got an Indian cookbook." We didn't laugh. My comment was neither funny nor relevant.
Starting Tuesday opened the show. I was taken a back by the number of rather large men in attendance. I later found out that the drummer of the band was on the Duke football team and had brought out a few of his team mates. The band was solid. At times, their sound reminded me of Coldplay and Tears for Fears. I think it was the octaves on the piano that did that.
Our set was strong. We didn't play any new material, save the acoustic rendition of "The Great Divide" that I did in our break. I dedicated the song to my wife's late Aunt Karen, who very recently passed away. The funeral was held on that Saturday near Mobile, AL. We both agreed that Aunt Karen would have wanted me to play the show. I thought of her during our set and hoped that, if in the afterlife you get to look down on things that are going on, that she was watching us play.
The night ended well. We had a great crowd. We all left with a "Let's do this again very soon" feeling. We will.
At one point during our set, I turned to Alex and said, "You know, man, no matter how good we think we are, Ornette Coleman would hate us." We laughed.
Since Alex had rejoined up with us on a semi-temporary/semi-permanent basis, things have been going well. On Saturday, February 12th, MG4, also known as the Mike Garrigan Band, took the stage at Local 506 in Chapel Hill, NC. It was one of the best shows we have ever played.
During soundcheck, I turned to Remy and said,"You know, man, four years ago to the day we were getting together for the first time for Athenaeum rehearsals at your practice space in Raleigh." We laughed.
It's a bit odd to think that in the amount of time that it takes (most) people to get a college degree, I've been making music with Mark, Alex, and Jeremy. It's true, though. Up and down, high and low, we've seen the best and the worst of the business. And, it had been close to six weeks since we had all done the Athenaeum farewell/reunion show together. It was good to be back.
After check, we all wandered into the India Palace restaurant right next door to the 506. As Mark got a plate from the buffet, I said, "You know, man, I just got an Indian cookbook." We didn't laugh. My comment was neither funny nor relevant.
Starting Tuesday opened the show. I was taken a back by the number of rather large men in attendance. I later found out that the drummer of the band was on the Duke football team and had brought out a few of his team mates. The band was solid. At times, their sound reminded me of Coldplay and Tears for Fears. I think it was the octaves on the piano that did that.
Our set was strong. We didn't play any new material, save the acoustic rendition of "The Great Divide" that I did in our break. I dedicated the song to my wife's late Aunt Karen, who very recently passed away. The funeral was held on that Saturday near Mobile, AL. We both agreed that Aunt Karen would have wanted me to play the show. I thought of her during our set and hoped that, if in the afterlife you get to look down on things that are going on, that she was watching us play.
The night ended well. We had a great crowd. We all left with a "Let's do this again very soon" feeling. We will.
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