The greatest airport gig anectdote ever!
Posted by keithosaunders on December 19, 2009
Here follows the allt time classic moment of our nine year Jet Bue stint. Only the names have been changed to protect the deviant. For this post I will be playing the role of Blanche Dubois.
This happened fairly early in our run — I’m going to say that the year was 2004. We were on a break and as was our wont were having our lunch at the Jet Blue food court. These gigs were long and in the early days there were quite a few of them in a brief period of time so you can imagine that there was a certain amount of down time needing to be filled with witty repartee.
We were eating and to pass the time I was telling the fellas about one of the tap dancing tours I had done years earlier. I used to play for a rhythm tap group named Manhattan Tap. I still do, as a matter of fact, although gigs are far and few between these days.
I don’t exactly recall the anecdote. I think it had to do with the time we were delayed at the Toronto airport and the boarding agent let me sing “People” over the public address system. It was a good moment in my life and I thought it might bring some joy to my Jet Blue bothers hearing about it.
I was telling them the story when all of a sudden I began to notice a low, guttural sound emanating from the person on my left. I looked around and I saw that it was the sax player; he was talking, almost to himself, in a low, rhythmic, insinuating voice that was quiet, but steadily growing in intensity: “…did ya hit dat shit? Did ya hit dat shit? Did YA HIT DAT SHIT?!”
We all looked at him at once. “What are you talking about?!” I asked him this but we all realized what he was talking about. Once he heard tap dancer and woman in the same sentence he automatically assumed that this must be a sexcapade. For him, there was only one direction an airport/tap dancing story could go, and this was straight to the bedroom. He must have vicarously put himself in the story and was working himself into a fenzy.
Needless to say, ‘Hit dat shit’ became an instant catch phrase. You have to say it with the same intonation that he used — feral and lascivious — or it loses effect. Whenever we have a gig the call goes out: “We’re going to hit dat shit!”