played a NYE gig in london with an established elvis impersonator from vegas a few years ago. i had to learn 18 elvis tracks and a couple of medleys in 2 weeks having had no previous exposure to that music (beyond a couple of really famous tracks like heartbreak hotel, hound dog and suspicious minds). it was actually really good fun learning some great songs and listening to some of those old performances was amazing. anyway after about a week of serious cramming with the pause button and tabbing out every bar of the hour-long backing track we had one rehearsal with elvis and the backing track (we were playing live drums bass and guitar over a backing track of strings, horns, percussion etc) and we hit the gig.
it was total car crash. he insisted that his insane gold-lamé trophy-wife do an opening set of stuff like patsy cline and
celene dion that we hadn't rehearsed at all! we tried to dissuade him but he was adamant. i remember sitting in the car with the other guys desperately listening to the changes in stuff like "sweet dreams" by the eurythmics and trying to commit them to memory in the 10 minutes before we had to go on. oh it was awful. why did we say we'd do it?! he might have threatened to cut our fee or something. maybe i was just more compliant back then.
but we did it. turns out she was tone deaf. i mean painfully glass-shatteringly useless. and having neither rehearsed or even heard most of this stuff before i just stood there on stage limp-wristedly miming to the guitar-less backing track like i knew what i was doing and wanting the ground to open up and swallow me. horrible horrible experience.
so then after the interval, it was elvis time. thing is, elvis had the flu. i mean he was *sick*. he was sweating buckets and breaking off everyother line to cough and throw back shots of brandy. it was pretty bad but he pulled it off. that big fat insane tv evangelist elvis put on quite a show and we sailed through the wonder of you, lawdy miss clawdy, it's now or never, in the ghetto and the requisite viva las vegas, suspicious minds and a little less conversation.
it was definitely a night to remember. and i learned a valuable lesson. a few actually. but the most important one being to SAY NO more often!
funny thing is, that i learned the solo from lawdy miss clawdy off the guy's regular backing track (the one he used when he had no musicians) and i really dug it. i often play it when i pick up a guitar all these years later.
it wasn't until some weeks after the gig when i had picked up a copy of the first elvis album, having got interested through this gig, that i realised that i'd carefully and meticulously learned some random session player's solo! it was actually nothing like the original scotty moore version. and to my eternal shame, i still prefer the one i learned (sorry scotty!)
