"So, how was the party?" "What party?" "The one from last night." "Don't you remember?" "No, but I hurt all over for some reason."

Tonight (the 25th...who knows when I’ll find a good internet connection) was a curious night. The band had two sets at 7 and 8, which seemed pointless since most passengers would either be eating or seeing a show, but I’ve come to accept the (lack of) logic to the schedule. Normally this would have been a mellow two hours, mostly standards and maybe a few vocal tunes with a small scattering of passengers to offer scant applause.
That’s exactly how it would have been if the boat hadn’t been rocking. Non stop. Like a see-saw.
I’m not really one for sea-sickness. My first night was a bit rough, but other than that I’ve been fine with it; I think I’ll miss it when my contract ends, honestly. Tonight, however, Poseidon must have been pissed because the waves were relentless from about 5 until even now (midnight). When things first started to kick up I went outside and watched the ship smack into the water, casting out froth and water that looked like massive blue and white flowers. Mesmerizing stuff, really, once you get past the fact that you look like every other tourist, albeit a rather nicely attired tourist (it was formal night, after all).
Around 6:30 I got up to the Crow’s Nest, our designated spot most nights, got a drink and sat with the rest of the band, all of whom were surprised at how bad we were getting it. The place was dead, which is typical for the hour. 7 hit. 7:10. 7:15. Still completely dead, save for us and the bar staff. Sam, our piano player, went up to play solo for the first hour while the rest of us sat and waited for things to kick up enough for a group effort. Cameron left for a few minutes and came back with sheet music and the news that nearly a quarter of the passengers at the big production show left due to illness. Aside from the bad news that cast on the night, it dropped a big shadow over the prom-night gig we had to play at 10:30 that night.
The set at 7 ended with Sam having spent the entire time up there, essentially playing to no one. This was the most dead I’d ever seen the Crow’s Nest, even in the early afternoon when nothing is set to happen for hours. Since it’s pointless to get the entire band up there for an empty room, I split the second set with Sam–he played the first half while I grabbed my classical guitar and played the second half. It was nice getting to pay in semi-public for the first time in a while. At one point I got applause from an older couple sitting in some lounge chairs facing away from the staged–scared the hell out of me, but nice nonetheless. During my last song the couple got up to leave, but the husband stood around and listened to me play to my last note, leaving me with some very nice words afterwards. All in all, I left happy.
10:30 rolled around. Boat was still rocking pretty heavily. Band was on the stage, ready to play. Crow’s Next wasn’t even a third of what the prom-night gig typically gets. Still, maybe it was not really caring as much about the reception, but damn it all if it wasn’t one of the best fucking gigs we’ve played yet (sorry, mom). Everything just sounded so damn good and (shock) it was fun. Never mind how few there were in the crowd, everyone dug it. Honestly, they were just a fraction of what we typically get on this gig, but they were all so loud and danced the entire time. Aside from the fact that my music stand almost went toppling over a few times, this was easily one of the best gig nights I’ve had on the boat so far, looking over the unfortunate circumstances.
Lesson learned: Think things will sucks? Deal with it. You just might have fun.
Lesson for everyone else: If you like the musician/band playing, for the love of everything, please let he/she/them know. It’ll be much appreciated. Seriously.

in short....

-mexico in one week.
-the ryndam is chartering a blues cruise in a few weeks. i don't have to work, and i get to see etta james for free.

-damn right.

“I have a black belt in karate.” “Yeah, but do you have a black belt in 2x4?”

What I’ve been thinking about lately:

Pro: I get to play a solo in the Broadway stage show.
Con: I’ll be playing that show, and the Las Vegas show, three times each a week for the next two months.
Verdict: I want to dress up like Slash for my last Broadway show, then after the solo just walk right off the stage. Maybe break something for good measure.

Pro: I get to play guitar every night.
Con: I’m a traffic director for the general emergency drills. This means I have to wear a life jacket (a small one at that) with a blue cover that reads "traffic director" in bastard-ugly orange and supposedly direct people down to the life boats.
Verdict: If I have to look like Ralph Wiggum for half an hour a week to do this, I’ll do it.

Pro. It’s kind of funny that Palin was announced the day before I went to Alaska.
Con: I’ve had an endless amount of passengers ask me if they can get anything with Palin on it at the ports.
Verdict: It’s not funny anymore.

Pro: Mexico in two weeks.
Con: Mexico for two months.
Verdict: I’m going to Mexico in two weeks. For two months.

Nice.

“Here’s what it’s like working on a boat: you take your logical process of thinking, then you invert it”–Cameron

I think I’m starting to get the hang of this living on a boat thing. It’s been just over a week and I’ve (more or less) found my way around the ship between short cuts, places and times where I can dress casually, and where and when I can practice (maybe this is the only time I’ll ever be happy my instrument is naturally quiet). Nearly everyone I’ve met so far has been very nice and asking how I’ve been adjust to the boat so far. Apparently, three months is the perfect length for a starting contract. The food is good...too good...I’ve heard that it’s easy for guests to gain about seven pounds in one cruise. Needless to say, I’ve been forcing myself to get up and hit the gym in the morning. Trying to, anyway.
So far I’ve been playing the sets with the HalCats and two big production shows, one Broadway and one Vegas. The Vegas show actually has a pretty involved guitar part with constantly jumping chord changes and sections where I need to be completely sensitive to what’s going on and not just mindlessly hack out my part. The Broadway show is sort of a given, but I do get a small rock star moment, spotlight and all, during the “Annie” bit. Having to pull that out on my second day on the ship was a bit intimidating, but fun nonetheless. I’m still nervous about letting my guard down around the rest of the band; everyone’s been playing with each other for a good while and, being the new guy, I’m still working myself into a good groove with the band. No one’s complained so far, so I assume I’m doing something right.
I like Alaska much more than I thought I would. I’ve never been a big fan of camping or nature really, but Juneau and Skagway were so calm and unexpected. I’d like to see what everything looks like beyond the ports, but I can’t afford to miss the all aboard time. Apparently three members of a string quartet missed the boat in Vancouver last week and had to meet up with the Ryndam in Juneau. There’s even something calming about the days the ship is just at sea: the way the boat shifts in rough waters when you’re surrounded be ocean and the sky is sort of liberating in an odd way. I know this is probably just some sort of honeymoon phase, but I’m really starting to enjoy being so detached from land. I’m not exactly sure how to explain it, but I dig it.

Cheers.