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I’m watching a Rockford Files episode right now which features Isaac Hayes and Dionne Warwick.
(You can g00gle the episode and read about the plot, but it’s not much different from most of the Rockford Files episodes.)
I almost forgot that the really fun gig I did (probably forty years ago) with Henry Mancini featured Dionne Warwick after the intermission. The orchestra did not play on her half. She had her own rhythm section.
I could’ve stayed, but there were no empty seats out in the amphitheater, and it didn’t sound very good (acoustically) from backstage. Further, I had obviously heard her plenty of times on the radio. I know this sounds weird, but sometimes we just want to go home and go to bed.
(Another time, I was playing at the New Orleans Jazz Fest on one stage, and - just as we were finishing - Stevie Wonder was starting on another stage. It was starting to rain, I knew that the traffic would be crazy - trying to leave - after his set was over, so I got in the car and drove home.)

There seems to be a magnetic pull toward home after certain gigs or better yet - certain contributing factors in one's life at a given moment.
Some gigs involve a level of connection with players (a team if you will) and the completion of a gig/momentous task calls for a post-game hang.
Seems to happen more when one is still single or maybe the gig is early and a little extra "slap on the back" time is built into the schedule.

Other gigs that involve more pick-up type ensembles sometimes end in a quick exit by all.
I find that after a higher pressure intence situation, I'm really not in the mood to listen to anything especially a large hall mega show with bad acoustics.

Sometimes I can't fully relax until the task of getting home safely is behind me. Sometimes I want to check out another act or player out of curiosity or for business reasons - I can hear/see all I need to know in a few minutes. When I'm by myself I'm more likely to GET OUT QUICK.

I played a warm-up for Bill Cosby long ago. I stayed after to see him - a small ballroom convention show. I was glad... that dude was very funny - back then. BTW his take-home for that night was $90,000.

I agree there is no allure in seeing a musical act/artist in a boomy room. You can't really hear the nuances that make listening to a great artist pleasurable. So nothing missed really... and yes, sometimes the bed is calling!

I don't go listen to live music much - Either I'm out gigging or being with family. . I like spending at much time as possible outside the music world.
I did enjoy a live concert some years back with Steely Dan - absolutely the best sounding, tightest, in-tune live act I have ever heard. I also savor the night I heard Tower of Power in a small room in Pensacola. I was standing about 15 feet from Rocco - finally, the revelation of how to approach and manage endless 16th note bass grooves was revealed. That's another story.

Again, the pull of getting home safely for a good night's sleep rules the day at my delicate age!

I see this happening where ever something goes from avocation to vocation.

Rockfish!!

I saw Dionne Warwick back in about 2000 and she was absolutely amazing. Being a huge fan of that genre of music, Bacharach and such, it was truly a treat. Her performance was classy and seemed effortless. Her unique musical stylings, one of a kind. You could see a spark of that in Whitney, what a shame her life was cut short.

I'd just like to comment on how much I love The Rockford Files. Recently I've been working my way through season 6 on Prime Video.

And I *always* go home after my part of a gig is over. I am only very rarely "starstruck" enough to stick around and watch a guest artist. These folks are just trying to make a living, too. It's work for them, too. And I have a 60-mile drive home.

As we said in the Army: TOOT AND SCOOT!

I was just looking at stuff...

Memphis "rabbit ears" TV broadcast towers are mostly roughly 30 miles away "as the crow flies", but most of the Jackson, MS ones appear to be close to 50 miles from your town "as the crow flies".

With a 6-foot (outdoor-style) antenna (in an upstairs closet) we can pick up most everything that Memphis stations broadcast, but - as you're farther away from the closest city (Jackson) - I'm seeing why about the only way you can probably watch much television is to get it through the dubya-dubya-dubya.

Of course, no real/factual "news" is broadcast over the air from TV stations, but that's the way it always has been, so all we watch (via air broadcasting) is very old programming and old movies (on -2 though -6 types of channels).

We also have the range of hills that divide the truly Third World "Delta" region (where I live) from the part of the state that is not so bad. Of course, that is also where the TV stations are…

I continuously tell (warn?) people that - if they believe that the two "parties" ACTUALLY oppose each other, they are epically fooling themselves, YET - having been fooled regarding those issues - the way that the two factions (both which consist of fooled people) view society, view their rulers, and view how they fit into that disastrous/hopeless cluster-f', is vastly different. Knowing that both factions are being completely fooled, I've found that life is easier and safer (at least, for me) - geographically - within one of the fooled enclaves vs. the other.



TOPICAL: There do not seem to be any towns in Mississippi named "Rockford".

the elephant wrote: ↑Tue Mar 29, 2022 8:01 am I'd just like to comment on how much I love The Rockford Files. Recently I've been working my way through season 6 on Prime Video.

And I *always* go home after my part of a gig is over. I am only very rarely "starstruck" enough to stick around and watch a guest artist. These folks are just trying to make a living, too. It's work for them, too. And I have a 60-mile drive home.

As we said in the Army: TOOT AND SCOOT!

Like “Three Wishes for Opie” is by far the best written Andy Griffith Show ever, the recently aired “Irving the Explainer” is the most clever and hilariously written and acted of the Rockford series.

The right up does not do justice to it’s complexity.

Synopsis. A woman who is apparently writing a biography of controversial film director Alvah Korper hires Rockford to help her research the book. Rockford doesn’t realize that his client is Korper’s daughter Katarina, who hopes that the private investigator will lead her to a priceless painting by seventeenth-century artist Antoine Watteau that Alvah Korper allegedly purchased and hid during the 1940s. Rockford soon finds himself thrust into a convoluted mess involving French police officers and German spies (both of whom also want to find the painting) and the long-unsolved murder of Korper’s wife, which may hold the key to the entire puzzle.