About 20 years ago, I was really burned-out on both my theme park gig (a band in a major theme park) as well as the biz in general. One day, I got an offer to play bari on a $50 bar gig with a blues band, and something in the back of my head just told me that I should suck it up and say, “Yes,” to driving 65 miles in Friday night traffic to play a horn I that I really didn’t want to play for really bad money.
As it turns out, the other sax player on the band that night was Chris Mostert, who was Glenn Frey’s saxophonist for many years. After playing together and getting to know each other that night, he got my number. A few days later, Chris got me on a band backing a big-name singer. Within a few weeks, I was doing my first gig with true rock star treatment.
At that first gig, as we were lounging in our green room waiting to go on, Chris taught me a valuable lesson: as a server was bringing the band this large platter of jumbo scampi prawns, Chris said to the trumpet player and me, “Scott, Paul, if you guys ever get to the point that you hate your gig, just take a look around and look at the poor bastards that have to serve the food.” Chris reminded me that the ability to make a living playing music is a blessing, and that I should never forget that.
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