Dave, I'd be happy to have a "who did the most gigs" competition in their lifetime. I quit my full time job at age 22 and have been playing almost every day ever since, full time, often 7 days a week. 10 years in Europe busking in the streets 5-8 hours daily, night-time jobs playing the pubs and clubs, a lot of midnight after-hour jobs in the after-hours joints. If you'd like I'll pull up my income tax records of reported wages. I have so many returns I had to buy a tractor trailer to store them all in.

The post wasn't about who did the most gigs in their lifetime (or the previous lives even), it was about me wondering if that's why I'm burned out of playing these days. Once YOU get a resume like that, I suppose you'll just keep on forging ahead until you've broken my own record of 160,074 gigs

Mark, I have a nice sailing yacht you can buy, sail around the world performing at the various ports of call, and enjoying the tropics during the dead of winter, and heading north for summer. Such a deal I have for you, Mark. Think about it! You could be a world traveler, perform less and enjoy it more. What could go wrong? Well, maybe a hurricane or two, but I've been caught in one and managed to survive, even with all my gear, and had a ball performing for a 5 day hurricane party in Myrtle Beach, NC.

Good luck,

Gary

WOW ... if my math is correct, working 160,074 gigs over a 50 year career comes out to about 8 and 3/4 gigs a day ... I'm with you, Mark, I don't think ANYONE here could match that ...

Must have been a heck of a hurricane to move Myrtle Beach from South Carolina to North Carolina .

chas

That's what took 5 days !

Brain Fart, Chas. But I still had a blast doing that party at the Myrtle Beach Yacht Club. This time of night, after a couple bad doctors visits, my mind, sometimes, forgets little details, such as the correct state for Myrtle Beach. That's why I have a smart phone with a GPS, so I can find my way home.

All the best,

Gary

ROFL.....Chas....stop it. You are killing me.

The hurricane left Myrtle Beach after just two days, but the weather remained nasty for another three days, so the party continued till the weather improved. I really had a ball there, but the night after I left, the temperature dropped to just 17 degrees - damned that is cold, especially when you are living aboard a sailboat. I made it all the way to Paris Island the following day, which was a bit warmer, about 50 degrees, got the Hell scared out of me when a monster hovercraft roared out of the swamp with about 50 US Marines in camo gear aboard and blasted past me at 50 MPH. Those things are really fast, but really noisy as well. It got my undivided attention.

Gary

Well.........maybe I exaggerated a little bit. I guess it would probably work out to more like maybe 160,072 or 160,073 gigs