The following is the true story of Northwest Flight 1750, from Detroit (DTW) to Nashville (BNA), on Sept. 2, 2009.

You sit on the tarmac at DTW waiting to taxi for take-off, headed for Nashville, scheduled departure, 1:35pm. It’s 1:38pm and the pilot comes on the PA to say that your departure is being delayed due to some last-minute baggage additions. Fifteen minutes later, he comes on again to apologize for the delay and continues to explain that some cargo in the baggage compartment, not scheduled to go to Nashville, was being removed. However, the computers were giving the baggage handlers errors about the routing, further delaying our flight.

Finally, you feel the plane being pushed back from the gate and, at 2:08, you lift off the runway, 33 minutes late; just another delayed flight.

However, because you travel quite regularly and are a mobile-connected geek, of sorts, you have tracked your flights for the day via one of the many mobile applications and websites available for such a task. Over 2 hours before the above-mentioned scenario, you checked the status of your connection an saw that it was scheduled to leave the gate 30 minutes late and to take- off at 2:05, 3 minutes before actual take-off.

How can this be? How is it possible for an independant organization to know the future status of an airline flight so far in advance of the event? One must wonder what truth really is.

Since childhood, we have been taught to believe things told to us by people in authority. Whether it be the school principal, a police officer, or an airline pilot, we have been conditioned to accept what we are told as fact.

This is inherently dangerous. We have been moved into a state of complacency that has rendered us numb to the world around us. We willingly accept “facts”, without question, even though our gut reactions tell us that something isn’t right.

Think for yourself.

I’ve been using a TC Electonics RH450 with an SWR 12″ Bass Monitor cabinet with my upright. AWEsome sound and easy to carry.

Check out the RebelHead on the TC Electronics website. The cabinets are fantastic, too.

I played a WONDerful gig the other night….. NO drama, NO ridiculous bride, NO silly speeches, No amateurs….. just good friends, and good music in a beautiful setting… the upstairs lounge at The Palace Theater in Eastwood.

It’s always a joy to work with Jimmy Cox on keyboards…Mark Copani on guitar, and Brian Scherer on saxes.

Standards..Oldies..Bossa Novas…. man, it was heaven.

I’m trying to figure out when ONE piece of luggage became “Excess Baggage” and subject to a $15 charge.

In 1992, I did a VERY brief stint as a 2nd monitor tech for National Audio, during Syracuse JazzFest.

Nearly 100% of the local acts were overly specific about what they wanted to hear in the wedges.

Before the Saturday night hit, I asked Freddie Hubbard what he’s like to hear.  His reply, with a smile, was, “Surprise me.”

Another terrible loss for Jazz.  Truely, one of the finest.

Hey y’all….

I’m just back from “out there”, Tour Managing for The Victor Wooten Band. Folks… it ain’t easy…and it AIN’t glamorous….. but it sure is fun.

The US portion of the tour was broken up into 3 runs… 10 shows in February… 17 in March/April … and 14 in April/May. The last 2 runs were basically back to back… and a killer, with no days off in each. Well, we did have “VWB days off”…which means either 14 hours on the bus, or a flight to somewhere (Anchorage, Alaska!!!). No malls, no movies, no bowling….no laundry.

The 10 days off between runs was filled up with a Bass/Nature Camp and a week-end building the new permanent home for the camp near Nashville. I spent most of that time on the phone, advancing the April/May run.

Some random thoughts….
- Steve Weingart is a keyboard player you MUST check out. His MySpace is here.
- Always ask what city you’re in before going on stage to announce the band. By the 3rd or 4th day out you do not know. “HELLO Cleveland!” doesn’t go over well in Chicago.
- You’re never more than a few blocks away from a Starbucks.
- Playing NYC is great if you’re on stage. It’s murder if you’re the TM.
- Alaska is BIG.
- Low Fat yogurt is bad for you.
- Bill Burr is very funny… a kickin’ drummer…and a great guy.
- People in Oregon are cool.
- You never get sick of Thai, sushi, or pizza.
- Flying is a total pain in the butt.
- When crossing into Canada, you are now guilty of something first and must prove that you’re not.
- Go see a Cirque du Soleil show.
- Buses burn LOTS of fuel.
- Central New York is a great place to come home to.

So…. I’m home.

Anybody need a bass player????

- D

Man… it’s been a long time! Fall has been beautiful here in upstate NY….but it’s starting to get chilly. The snow is coming!

We have SO much going on in WootWorld…… 2008 is gonna be nutz!!!

The Victor Wooten Band begins a year-long World Tour on February 6th…Vix book, “The Music Lesson” (yes, I know it’s supposed to be underlined), will be released by Penguin Publishing on April 8th….Vix new CD, ‘Palmystery’ will be released on Heads Up! on April 1st….. the Bass/Nature Reunion Camp is April 11-16 and Vix first ever Music/Nature Camp is Sept. 8th-14th…. and… well, you get the idea.

Steve Bailey FINALLY got off his butt and has released “So Low…Solo”. No Loops….No Overdubs (yeah, right)….just BASS and the inCREDible percussionst Robert Thomas, Jr.

Keep watching the websites for lots of news!!

Enjoy the Holidays!

See ya out there…..

Leave the room at 5:45 with Ted. Meet Saundra in the lobby to wait for the shuttle. It’s late.

Victor has done a clinic in nearly every city on the tour. He has signed autographs for hours…. played an incredible show every night… went to bed around 3 every morning… and does it again the next day. Tonight he napped for a few minutes…. and is now in the lobby to see us off. Quite a guy.

Shuttle arrives for the very short ride to the airport. Drop Ted and Saundra and ride alone to Terminal 7. Check in behind a young kid who, apparently, has never used a kiosk before. He moves aside for me before his bag tag prints. The agent takes his bag tag and puts it on my large bag…. which is now headed to Eugene. And I mean NOW. Instead of chasing my bag…the agent argues that I TOLD him I was going to Eugene. Why would I do that when my ticket says I’m going to Syracuse? More arguing. Why would I send one bag to Eugene and the other to Syracuse? Explain that I’m the the side of the counter that pays his salary and he he should be getting my bag. Junior, skateboard in hand, remains clueless. I wait for Super Agent to return. He does…saying he couldn’t get my bag. Tell him that’s unacceptable and send him off again. Complain to his supervisor. Sk8trBoy misses flight. Our man of the minute returns with my bag. Complains that he had to crawl around in the belly of a 737 to get it. Suggest that, perhaps, he shouldn’t have sent it there in the first place. Wish him luck in his new career.

7:00AM….Head to Security. Laptop…vest…shoes…shoulderbag….phone…change…. What a joke. Hand Boarding Pass to TSA guy. TSA guy yells at me to get back behind the line on the floor. As soon as I do…he (loudly) tells me to walk through the metal detector. Avoid cavity search. (I had planned to ask  for a female-assist.) Retrieve Laptop…vest…shoes…shoulderbag….phone…change… Smile at TSA guy and wonder where his armband is.

Walk (miles) to the gate….Starbucks… call home…. wait… find a plug to charge laptop…. wait…. board plane….fall asleep before leaving the gate….

Wake as we take off…. nice view of LA from out in the Pacific. Turn on GPS in the seat-back and watch us head East…toward Chicago. Movie starts….I fall back to sleep.

O’Hare is…. O’Hare. Enough time to walk a mile to another terminal and grab lunch. On the plane and off to Syracuse.

Two smiling faces meet me at Baggage Claim…. another meets me outside.

Nice to be home…….

El Rey Theater….

Wake as we’re pulling into LA… about 9:00AM.  Call the promoter and leave voice mail saying we’re in town.  Call the hotel and am told that it’s only 2 blocks from the venue.  Anthony, Tone’ and I set off walking…. and finally give up somewhere in the second mile.  Of course, as I’m the Tour Manager, it’s my fault that the person at the desk gave me bad information.  {sigh}

Later discover that the hotel is actually closer to 4 miles away… out by the Hollywood Bowl.  Ask why I was told that it was only 2 blocks and am met with, “Oh, I don’t know where the El Rey Theater is.”  Because of the extremely high prices here, we only have 2 rooms: one for Paul and one for the band.  As they were provided by the venue, I, the one paying the bills, don’t complain.  Nearly everyone else in the band … and not in the band….does.  I have booked 5 rooms near the airport for after the show tonight.  Minimal redemption.  {sigh}

Meanwhile, back at the farm…. the promoter has arrived.  Young kid…nice.  Good thing.  This has started off as a bad day. Vic’s ride to the clinic is nearly an hour late….stuck in traffic…on a Saturday.  Finally arrives and heads off with my meal-ticket. Load-in goes smoothly…a long push down the sidewalk…. but Jack and Ted have done it before.  No surprises.

Walk a few blocks (really) to the La Brea Tar Pit with Jack.  For some reason, I always thought it was out in the middle of nowhere. Probably because I saw it in an old Black & White movie.  It’s actually in the middle of Wilshire Blvd and is basically a pond with methane bubbling up once in a while and an oil slick here and there. Take a picture of a tar blotch on the sidewalk with the park sign in the background.  Department of Public Works run amuck.  A man plays banjo (pretty well) in the park.  Give him a dollar.

A zillion Bass Vault member are here for Soundcheck.  Another zillion are on our guest list tonight.  This is the last show of the tour. This is LA.

Spend the afternoon locked in a dressing room doing payroll…. all in cash.  Vic calls to say he won’t make it back for soundcheck. I tell the band…. or at least everyone that’s on stage at the beginning of soundcheck. Soundcheck starts.  Joseph calls Vic to ask if he’s coming back.  Vic calls to ask me if I told the band.  {sigh}

More calls…. more texts…more guests…more satin passes. Dinner down the street with some Bass Camp friends….  back to the venue.  Show hits on time…. Vic tells me he wasn’t ready when I called the hit. {sigh}

Vic’s book has been picked-up by Penguin Publishing……head of promotion and new friend Howard Wall is here with another of his daughters.  We met two other daughters in Boulder.  People from Vanguard records are here.  Our Manager, Danette, has flown in from NYC.  The house is packed.

Surprise the promoter when I discover and tell him that he’s paying me too much.  This is California… state taxes come off the settlement.  Our online sales are deposited directly.  Both figure must be subtracted from the collect.  He thanks me by foregoing  the merch percentage.

Show ends… zillions in the dressing room.  Load-out.  Back to the bus for the short ride to the airport hotel. Hassles checking in.  Curse LA.

Bid farewell to Paul, who is starting the deadhead back to Nashville.  I’ll miss him.  We’ve had a great run together…. great conversations….lots of laughs.  He tells me that I did a great job.  Him, I believe.

Hang for a bit with Ant and Tone’.  Watch ‘The Sopranos’ for the first and probably last time. {yawn}  Back to the room…. Jack and Ted packing.  I packed two days ago and take a quick shower before a little nap.  It’s 4 AM… leaving for LAX at 6…….

The Fillmore…

“Welcome to The Fillmore”…from the back gate guard….and again from the first loader to arrive. (Early).  Both are roughly the size of Cleveland and exhibit an equally sized amount of pride in the venue and it’s place in music history.  This is undeniably one of the most famous stages in the world.  It also has one of the worst load-ins…. an outdoor scissor-lift to the third floor.  Fortunately it’s a sunny day and not too cold by SF standards….mid-50’s with the ever-present breeze.

Everything is top-notch and professional.  Tony B has been here since ‘91 and has seen it all.  Tawney, Miss Fillmore, is the sweetest hospitality person on the whole run.  Jim, the promoter, is a true gentleman.  This is a GREAT place.

The entire day runs by the book…. no surprises.  The band has been here before…. Jack knows the room…. Ted is up in a booth… Ant and I find a corner tavern for our pre-soundcheck communion…… the catered dinner is amazing (amidst 1000’s of concert posters from shows gone by)…. our friend Ariane video tapes from the rafters….the is crowd large, as is the guest list.  I’m thrilled to have Joe Simiele as my guest tonight.  His Dad is one of my dearest friends and it’s great to see him.

The green room/box above stage-right is packed with friends…. Anthony’s wife, Tone’, has joined us for these last two days.  We set-up Vic’s webcam so his wife can see the show.  I call my wife and offer the same…but it’ll be 12:30AM on the east coast when the show starts, so she’ll pass.

Bid farewell to a great night and head off for a quick stop at the hotel before the run down to LA…. and the final show of the tour.