An Aquarian might be able to acquiesce at times, one would think. The thing is, water has more than one state. It can be liquid, solid, or gas. It is not so easily penetrable or alterable when it’s ice. You can chip away at it or break it apart but it takes more effort and force than a few words.
His few words were something along the line of: “It’s just a dream. You know you’re going to fail, don’t you?” This was said by my father after my band had done about three solid months of rehearsal and writing arrangements. No days off. One thing was for certain. The band sounded great and the agency in Atlanta had work lined up for months. Six nights a week. No weeks off. Midwest through Southeast and in 13 states. The agency was professional, successful, and established. The producer had become a friend. He still is.
We barely had enough material for a four-hour gig and the call had come in. Opening in Muncy, Indiana, tomorrow. We covered tunes by Tower of Power, Earth, Wind and Fire, Blood, Sweat and Tears, Chicago, Wings, Boz Scaggs, Herbie Hancock, Stevie Wonder, Average White Band, Rufus, and others. We had professional standards and one of the tightest horn sections—ever. Our attacks and releases were both always sounding laser-synchronized.
Sorry. Not just a dream. Hard work at a manic pace to achieve the level of music we were at. Fail? Sorry. Every week, our money increased. An eight-piece touring band. The ninth equal pay increment (after agent’s fee) was the equipment payment. In the 70s, a ten thousand dollar P.A. system was quite state-of-the-art. Didn’t fail. So, as with a few things, my father and I were oil and water. Still, he was supportive in other ways. One of the vans was financed by him.