It’s not fair to be a musician with a Sunday brunch gig on the first day of daylight savings time. After a late Saturday gig you are robbed of a precious hour of sleep before waking up at what is really 7:30 to play for Sunday brunch. The humanity!
One of my first steady gigs back when I first moved to New York, 30 + years ago, was at a boxcar diner with an upright piano crammed into one side called, The Empire Diner. It was a four hour gig – from 11pm-3am – and it paid thirty dollars plus a meal. (Eventually it went up to thirty-five)
A couple of times I played the late set on New Years eve which was from 2am-6am. It paid double scale! After those nights I felt so prosperous that I would spring for a cab ride home – from 10th Ave & 22nd st all the way to the Upper West Side on Broadway and 109th st.
Us late show pianists actually caught a break during the change from standard time to DST. At 2:00am , when the clocks jumped ahead to 3:00, we would say, “Welp, time to clock out!”
Conversely, in the fall, when the clocks moved back an hour, the place expected us to play for an extra hour. I would try to sub that night out, or conveniently forget about the time change.
Enjoy the extra light, everyone, we have made it through the dark days of winter. Now if we can only make it through the dark days of the Trump administration.