I got a set tomorrow at the Foxxhole Live at the Conga Room tomorrow. As I sit and think about it, I can’t help but be a little nervous. There’s always so much I want to do, but I feel like I never get to do it (performance-wise). So many licks I have planned in my head go unused, so many places where I should have paused, I didn’t….I’ve only had a few shows where I felt like I played everything I planned on.
Gaaaaaah, I hate being so critical. But I love it as well. ’Cuz no one’s gonna push you if you don’t push yourself. When I’m pushing, I feel like I’m so close to something great….I just need that one thing…whatever it may be.
It’s also good living with my brother. He’s pretty much heard all my stuff, all my runs, so he kind of knows what I’m gonna play. That’s good cuz he’s always tellin’ me he hears the same stuff over and over, so it pushes me to be as creative as possible. Even though him telling me constantly gets kind of annoying.
But yeah, back to the point…can’t wait for tomorrow. I’m gonna snap. Because I don’t have a choice. And I love that.
So I get up to this show right, and Jamie Foxx is hosting it. It’s foxxhole radio n s***t, and i’m geeked. I roll up to the club and the bouncer’s like, “what’s that on your back” and i’m like “uhh…my sax”
this nigga looked at me stupid, like he ain’t comprehend.
then had the nerve to tell me that my saxophone wasn’t cleared to be in the building cuz i didn’t rehearse wit the band. i’m like, “s***t i ain’t know, i thought this was an OPEN MIC, duuhhh”
so i put my s***t back, all sad n s***t, n go back to the party. it’s open bar n s***t, a nigga is loose wit the drinks, chattin it up w/folks. A few acts start to go on, and then i’m just like, “f***k it” and i walk up to the host (it was that nigga who was Major Payne, i always forget his name) and i’m like.
"ay dawg. i play the sax. i got it wit me in the car. i’m tryna play. what’s really good."
he took a look at me and was like, “s***t, go get it.” so i raannnn back to the whip, grabbed my sax, and raannnn back.
he takes me backstage, and was like, “look lil nigga, don’t be bulls***ttin me, we don’t do this normally, so i’ma give u 2 minutes to do yo thang.”
Then Jamie Foxx rolls up, and i’m like, “OMG thats JAMIE FOXXX AIREJAKUVEJBNVAEVBARBKA” but my mouth was like, “ay jamie, i’m bout to make these b***hes pussies drip”
Jamie loooked like “this nigga got some balls on him”
so i’m strappin up, thinkin about what i’m gonna do, i get up on stage, tell the band to do Floetry’s “Say Yes”
then the beat drops, and I look right out.
Dead front and center is Ne-Yo. But I’m in show mode, so I just start playing. I don’t remember what I did, but i guess it was good enough, cuz them folks was SCREAMING. easily 1,000 people in there screaming my name n s***t.
So yeah…in short…good ass night.
***Sorry for cussin’ so much, lol I cuss a lot when I’m excited***
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
“Hey what ever happened to MIKE JONES???? Who?? MIKE JONES.. what?? MIKE JONES…. just a reminder to all my musicians and singers that are on the grind. You might not have a huge corporate machine backing you to promote you but GOOD MUSIC is GOOD MUSIC.. Don’t be a Fad like WHO?? MIKE JONES”—Mike Phillips, Saxophonist