NEW YORK AUDITIONS

When you’re in the guitar playing business and out of work, auditions are almost daily routine. I went to dozens of them, but as much as most acts wanted me, the feeling wasn’t always mutual. When I worked with Irene Carol, we ended up at the other end of the stick, and to parallel my personal experience, we seldom dug any of the applicants. We did like a man affectionately remembered as Alejandro who drummed for Iggy, and a fabulous married bass/drums combo fresh out of Rick Derringer’s band though. But that was all. Of those I auditioned for, Ian Hunter was the greatest. We played a lot, and we did it more for the kicks than the actual audition. A couple of guys from the E Street Band had joined in and it was truly a blast. When I left, I was received by an ovation from the foyer. Nice. The gig was mine to have but the incumbent Mick Ronson had second thoughts about leaving, and we all know that Ian and Ronno were meant for each other. And so it went…
The most embarrassing audition I ever went to was for a lead guitar part in a band fronted by Tony Bennett’s sons. Somehow there was miscommunication and I ended up learning the wrong parts. I didn’t realize it until the audition was over… Miscommunication kills. And then there were the guys on the phone: “Would you say you look like Keith Richards?” or “You’ll be playing in the best Doors tribute band on the island!” As if Long Island didn’t have enough Doors tribute bands already… In perspective, everyone played a little bit off the identity defining game. (Thank God for the few who didn't give a shit about all that posturing!) And so it went on and on, until I finally realized that auditions were not where the game was at, for all the bands I ended up playing in steadily, happened without them...

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