The annual River Roots Live festival closed out the summer music season here in the Quad Cities. Once again, I was hired to be the stage manager and the announcer for the event. I must do a pretty good job as they keep asking me back to do the event.
As it was for the River Roots Live event last year, it was held on the streets of downtown Davenport. Even though we didn't have the floods that inundated Le Claire Park in 2008, Davenport One (now the Iowa QC Chamber)- the producer of the event - thought the downtown venue worked tremendously. And considering that it was free to the public last year and the crowds were huge, that formula should probably work again. Well, it did and it didn't.
Highlighting the performers this year at River Roots Live were Blue Oyster Cult, the Fabulous Thunderbirds and the return of Joe Bonamassa. Some of the other performers included The Nadas, Backyard Tire Fire and the Uniphonics. To see the full line-up, click here.
As it's been in the past, the River Roots Live was co-joined by the annual Rib Fest that I've been a part of since its inception over ten years ago. Last year, a number of the good rib vendors that we'd had in the past had pulled out of the event citing the meager crowd we'd had in previous festivals. When word got out that it was now a free event - and that the rib vendors ran out of food both nights last year - we had a number of them clamoring to come back. While we couldn't accommodate them all, we did have Desperado's come back from a one-year hiatus. Lee and Donna and their family are good people and they serve up some good ribs.
The problem is that I'm usually so busy that I can't get out to sample any of the ribs. We do have a catering company that takes care of meals back stage, but it's not ribs.
I had the pleasure of working with Scott Rexroat from Rexroat Sound who did the sound, lights and set up the stage. The stage at River Roots Live was the largest that Scott and his crew ever assembled. And his sound system was also the largest he'd ever put together for a show. Actually, the P.A. system doesn't look all that big, but Scott is able to squeeze a shit-load of sound pressure out of those cabinets. It's always a pleasure to work with Scotty and his guys in these events. They make my job just that much easier. (As always, to get a better look at the pictures, just click your mouse over the picture.)
About the only thing we had to worry about was the weather. We'd had an unusually cold and wet summer in Eastern Iowa/Western Illinois and the weather was threatening all week long leading up to the event. In fact, it began to rain on the Friday afternoon of the event, which pushed our schedule back about three hours and we were doing a lot of catching up to make sure the event went off on time. It was scheduled to start at 5:30 with a local band, Sleeping on Sidewalks, opening the festival. We couldn't get them on in time and I asked if they would come back the next morning to open the Saturday portion of the event at 11:30 a.m. A couple of the guys had to scramble to re-arrange their schedules, but they pulled it off.
The cool and wet weather on Friday night helped keep the crowd down. Estimates were around 8,000 to 10,000 people in the downtown area - down significantly from last year's Friday night show when we had an estimated 15,000 people downtown. Since it is a free festival, Davenport One relies upon beer sales to make up for the cost of the entertainment and other amenities to put on the event. While it wasn't a complete wash-out on Friday night, the cool weather kept beer sales down about $7,000 from the previous year.
Blue Oyster Cult's road manager and sound man, Steve "Woody" LaCerra, was a great guy to work with. We couldn't do a sound check for the band because of the rain and he said, "That's OK. We'll do a line check before the band starts. I'll just adjust it on the fly." Most bands would have a shit-fit if they couldn't do a sound check before the show. Woody's attitude was very refreshing. "Shit happens," he said. "And then we try to make the best of it."
The members of Blue Oyster Cult showed up about a half-hour before their scheduled show and I met the members of the band in the backstage trailer we provided for them. There was a "meet and greet" with Blue Oyster Cult that had been organized by some people associated with Davenport One and I had to escort the guys over to the backstage area to sign some autographs and pose for pictures. Eric Bloom, one of the original members of Blue Oyster Cult, said to me, "How long is this supposed to last?"
I said, "As quick as quick can be."
"How many people," he asked.
"15. 20, tops."
He said, "Good, I hate 'meet and greets' that drag on and on."
I assured him that I'd have him out of there in five minutes. What I didn't know is that the person who arranged for the "meet and greet" didn't keep it down to the 15 or so people that had been agreed upon by Woody LaCerra. When we got over to the backstage area where the "meet and greet" was to take place, I was horrified to see about 45 to 50 people milling about. But Bloom, nor his long time partner Donald "Buck Dharma" Roeser (both pictured here), didn't bitch. They went about their business, signing autographs, posing for pictures and carrying on with the star-struck fans.
Now, I was a huge Blue Oyster Cult fan when I was younger. I have three or four of their albums lying around in my record collection at home. I could have easily brought a couple for the two original members of the group to sign. But I've resisted doing that during all the events I've worked in the past where some of these classic rockers have come to play. It just doesn't make a lot of sense to be a star-struck "groupie" when you're supposed to be making sure everything is running on time and there's no hassles for the performers.
Blue Oyster Cult put on a great show, from what I was able to see of it. I still had The Nadas to worry about (they were going on just after Blue Oyster Cult), getting them on stage and setting up for their set. That's one of the problems being the Stage Manager for the event - I usually don't get to see a lot of the shows. I can hear them, but I'm busy doing a lot of things and generally can't relax until the last band is off the stage and I've paid them.
I was, however, able to talk with both Eric Bloom and Buck Dharma, along with their bass player, Rudy Sarzo, after the show. Bloom and Dharma were very nice and cordial. Sarzo, who has played with Ozzy Osborne, Quiet Riot and other established hard rock bands over the years, was nice, but somewhat quiet.
I also spent a bit of time talking with Woody LaCerra about the Focal Professional loudspeakers that I sell to studios and recording engineers. I had my Focal shirt on it piqued his interest. It turns out that Woody is a contributing editor for Mix Magazine, the leading trade magazine for the recording and sound reinforcement industry. He said, "We've done reviews on your speakers! That's so wild that you work for Focal!" We were suddenly friends for life. Unfortunately, I wasn't scheduled to be at the annual AES convention and trade show coming up in New York. But Woody said, "Listen, let me know who's coming out from your company and I'll line up some tickets for the Mix Magazine party."
(The Mix Magazine party is the most coveted and exclusive party that goes on at AES. But it turns out that we already had tickets for the Mix Magazine party. Some of our Focal Professional speakers were up for Mix's "Product of the Year" and we had to have our guys who went to the show attend the party in case we won. We didn't, but I understand the party was a very large time.)
Saturday dawned with brilliant sunshine, blue skies, warm temperatures and light winds. After a short and fitful sleep at the Radisson in downtown Davenport, I was back to the stage at 7:00 a.m., getting ready for the 7:30 stage call to get Joe Bonamassa's equipment up on stage and ready for a sound check. Last year, we had a tremendous amount of problems with his road manager/sound man, Warren Cracknell. Warren was just impossible to work with, initially. He continued to be somewhat petulant even after we had to have a sit-down with him to explain that his shit really did stink and that he was not the emperor of River Roots Live. But once he realized that we weren't amateurs putting on the show, he calmed down quite a bit in the hours coming up to the show.
During our pre-River Roots Live production meetings, Scott Rexroat and I were just dreading having to work with Warren again. Scott told me, "I've already had some pretty contentious phone conversations with him. I mean, he was swearing at me and saying that he hated these outdoor festivals. I just told him, 'Hey, Warren. You don't need to swear at me. Just work with me and we'll get through this.' "
The Bonamassa bus and his semi-trailer were backed up to the stage when I got there. The same bus driver that Bonamassa had last year was here again. He came up and put out his hand and said, "Will! Great to see you again, man!" And it wasn't much longer after that that Warren came out of the bus. He came up to me, put out his hand and said, "Hey, Will. Good to see you again." He was quiet, he was laid back. It was not the same Warren Cracknell that we came to hate last year.
The stage crew got Bonamassa's band's equipment on stage. A little after 9, a very sleepy looking Joe Bonamassa came on to the stage. He came up to me and I didn't recognize him at first. He shook my hand and said, "Hi, Will. Joe."
I said, "Yeah, Joe. How you doin'?"
He said, "I'm fine. Thanks for having us back again this year." And five minutes later, the band started their sound check. By 9:20, it was over. Warren was happy with the sound, the band wanted to go to the hotel to rest up and Scott and I figured that we didn't have anything to do until about 11 a.m. So we went back to the Radisson for a leisurely breakfast. It was a complete an 180 degree difference from last year.
The Fabulous Thunderbirds were scheduled to play before Bonamassa on the main stage and we had to rent a lot of their equipment and instruments (as we did the same for Blue Oyster Cult). Misha Lapine is The Fabulous Thunderbirds manager and he, too, was a joy to work with. We had a number of telephone conversations leading up to the event and Misha knew that Bonamassa was going to be the last guy on the main stage that evening. He told me a week before the show, "Yeah, I've heard some horror stories about the road manager for Bonamassa. I don't know how you can be that way and expect to have people work with you. We're easy. Just give us the front 15 feet of the stage and we'll be happy." We had a deep stage, so we were actually able to give The Fabulous Thunderbirds about 20 feet of stage in front of Bonamassa's equipment. Misha was very happy when he showed up and saw the space we'd given them.
Here's a picture from the parking ramp above and behind the stage just before the Fabulous Thunderbirds were scheduled to play. We had a bigger crowd for Saturday night than we did for Friday night as the weather was so much nicer, but it was not as big as the Saturday night crowd for last year's event. Marcy Hyder from Davenport One told me after the event that preliminary figures show that beer sales were down significantly from last year. And since we rely upon beer sales to help subsidize the cost of the festival, it was disappointing to hear that news.
We also had a couple large sponsors back out of their monetary commitment for the 2009 event, mainly due to the economy. In all, we started out the event $55,000 in the hole from the previous year due to reduced sponsorship money.
Even though there's only one original member of the Fabulous Thunderbirds - lead singer/harmonica player Kim Wilson - the rest of the band did a great job performing. Lead guitarist Johnny Moeller was just fabulous. I talked to the guys before they played and they were all pretty nice to hang with. Except for Kim Wilson who was pretty stand-offish. But they did put on one helluva show - a 20 minute harmonica solo by Wilson notwithstanding.
Over on the side stage, a couple of bands put on some great music. I was especially impressed by the performance from Dick Prall - or what I saw of his performance. Prall is a native of Iowa who now bases himself out of Chicago. His songs are a history of what he's been through in his life and he sang them with the same self-deprecating humor that he had when we spoke before and after his performance.
Backyard Tire Fire hails from central Illinois and they've been getting a solid following around the Midwest over the past couple three years. They played on the side stage between the Fabulous Thunderbirds and Joe Bonamassa. They did a great job in rocking the crowd with their roots-style rock and roll.
Then things blew up - I was standing over by the side stage to give Backyard Tire Fire their "last song" warning and all the sudden I heard a commotion around the corner. For some reason, Joe Bonamassa - five minutes before his scheduled time - was up on the main stage and playing. It caught everyone by surprise. Warren decided to start Joe on stage early - it didn't matter if the other band was playing on the side stage or not. I ran over to the main sound board and said to Warren, "What the f***, Warren? We still have a band playing over behind us!"
He said, "You weren't around to tell us what to do!"
I said, "That's because I was over at the other stage! As soon as I got those guys stopped, that's when you were supposed to start!"
He just gave me that asshole grin of his and he said, "Well, shit happens."
But that was about the only hitch we had all weekend long. And Bonamassa put on a fine show, as always. Since Warren was running the sound, Scotty Rexroat and I hung out and drank wine at the main sound board. He'd told me earlier in the day for Cindy to bring down a bottle of wine for us to celebrate the completion of another River Roots Live. Just before Bonamassa took the stage, Scott came up to me and said, "Did Cindy bring down that bottle of wine?" I told him that she did. He said, "Well, bring it out to the front of house (main sound board) and we'll drink it during Bonamassa's performance."
So we did. It was kind of funny when Warren turned around and there was Scott, Cindy and I drinking wine and watching the show. He just sort of smiled, shook his head and then went back to work.
After the show, Warren and I talked and we agreed to disagree about the foul-up with the start. I said, "Warren, I told you we were doing it just like last year. As soon as the other band stopped on the other stage, you guys were to start up."
He said, "I thought they were done. That's when I gave Joe the signal to start up." Oh well...
Joe and his guys didn't stick around like they did last year. It was the last show of their summer tour and they were all scattering to their homes for a few weeks before they all got together for a tour of Japan. Joe came up to me and said, "Hey, thanks again, Will. We always have a good time here."
And just before he was getting ready to get onto the bus to leave, I caught Warren and said, "Hey, you aren't leaving here before I get to say good-bye."
We shook hands and Warren said, "Thanks for everything, as always."
I said, "Well, if I don't see you again, have a good life, Warren."
He kind of laughed and said, "So, we're not coming back next year?"
I said, "I didn't say that, but you never know."
And with that, another River Roots Live went into the books.