Do we have everything for our jazz gig circa 1969? Everybody is here in the Jazz Barn. At least, I think it is a barn. Or an industrial building with straw on the floor. Oh wait, maybe it is supposed to be a club in a converted factory in the East Village.
Or maybe the group got lost on the way to the gig and are stuck in an industrial park in New Jersey. Add a psychedelic bus and a couple of hilariously unhip guys in suits and crewcuts, and we’ve got ourselves an answer to the Partridge Family. You know, for “the guys with the talented heads,” whatever that means. Yes, this could be a winner!
Only you guys – you do need to crack a smile now and then. That could be tough. So let’s just make sure we have all the props we need for the ad:
Oil drums draped with cobwebs? Check.
Regulation black sweaters? Check.
Grumpy expressions, vaguely suggesting creative inspiration edged with digestive issues? Oh, absolutely.
How about the berets? We must have berets, you know. This is to show that you kids come from Greenwich Village. Or possibly the Left Bank. Oui, we have berets!
Now everybody stand behind the Gibson amplifiers and look extra moody. Make sure you don’t give the impression that the amps are what’s making you moody, though.
Oh, and you over there on the right – yeah, you, Mustache Guy slumped in the corner – what are you doing here, exactly? Do you actually know these people?