Perhaps it was the name of our band that prompted one particular group to call CD and arrange for a booking. Their affair was scheduled for a Wednesday night, usually not a work night for our weekend band. Like CD we all had weekday responsibilities. He quoted a very high price as discouragement and was amazed when the fee was instantly accepted. There was nothing else to do but take the gig. Thursday morning be damned. Time and place were settled quickly, and we shared CD’s excitement when he called us with the news…
The gig was still a month away and we had plenty of time to congratulate CD on his lucrative impulsiveness until a group representative called about two days before the date. Specifics about the nature of the party were revealed for the first time. They were all part of a nudist colony called Sunshine something or other, and full nudity would be shared by guests, wait staff, and bartenders. We were invited to share in this theme and big bucks were involved (no pun intended). CD hesitated, but learned further that these parties were to become a monthly event and considered the possibility of regular future rewards. At least that’s what he told us when he called to explain why he said yes…
Usually these types of affairs are held at a banquet hall or a country club, somewhere near civilization. It took a bit of irregular navigating but we found our destination in a secluded pine forest. We noticed several cabins, a recreational area, and a big barn that was to be the place for the evening’s party. Inside it was surprisingly well appointed and quite prepared for a social event with tables, dance floor, and a bar. Part of our arrangement was to be fed. The bass player had eaten earlier, he said, to avoid food prepared by naked guys. I wished I had thought of that…
It was strange after our loading in and setting up to realize that changing into our jackets and bow ties would not be necessary. We found a back room, but this time we went there to undress. CD tried to beg off by saying he is CD and we are The Naturals…Nice try…
A crowded dance floor was always viewed by us as a positive response to our music. Some couples lingered in their embrace beyond the end of slow songs. The fast dances were reason to be very selective with my attention. Still, I couldn’t completely ignore some of the older guests who would have been better advised to stay home and keep their clothes on…One guy wore a hat…
I was lucky, I guess, that I could hide myself behind my saxophone. CD on guitar and the bass player had their own problem. The drummer almost hurt himself…
I hope I will never have to explain this to my grandchildren. Its difficult enough to explain to myself.