First, I'd like to apologize for the long delay in writing a new post on this. A lot has actually happened, and I've been honestly meaning to write about it. But yeah, I just didn't.
As for the band thing, what bugged me more than anything else on it was that I believe that things happen for a reason. Most everything that I go through (good and bad) can be traced to a purpose, either obvious at the time, or one that reveals itself as time goes on. When I was fired from my last job, I figured out why a few months later after I'd been at my new job for awhile. I was meant to move onto something much better. Sometimes I've learned a lesson. Sometimes, I just got something out of it and moved on.
But the band thing bugged me. I wondered over and over why I was to go out to this place and play with these guys if nothing was to come of it. Well, patience is always the best policy with these things, and I was patient.
It wasn't long before my contact here at work talked to me again and started by saying not to write off my experience there, since the guy who wasn't the actual leader of that group but owned all of the equipment liked me. In fact, it turned out that there was only one hold out for letting me be in the group, and to this day, he holds out. Oh well.
However, I intrigued the other guy (the one who owns the equipment and whose house the rehearsal was out) very much. He played guitar that night, but plays pretty much everything, like I do. He also has some greater band experience, and his experience and knowledge (not to mention the gear) was the reason these other guys came to him. As I intrigued him so, he wanted to at least get together with just me, but I would be on piano, and he figured he would back me up on drums. I was given carte blanche to pick the music. I was told just stuff I play on piano.
Well, I went a little crazy and started digging through my library to see what was cool. Let's face it, I play a little of everything on the piano, and really I prefer piano over...well, everything else. So he asked for a Tuesday, and it couldn't be last Tuesday since he broke his drum monitor. So the night is tonight. I've been playing through about 25 tunes to be able to channel the spirit of Billy Joel (yes, I know he's alive, but it's the spirit that counts -- say Chopin, if it makes you feel better), and as I write, I'm listening to them on my iPod. I've got only 2 songs that are originals, but I was busy preparing for this, so I didn't throw anything new together.
Do I know the intent or goal of this? No, I don't. In fact, my contact here at work doesn't really know either. He's going to be out there running the sound and working with recording things to see how that goes, but overall, there's very little information going into this. I had sent the guy my proposed songlist last week, and he waffled between playing guitar and drums untuil he settled back into drums since he saw a video online where there was a piano player and drummer, and he thought it was cool.
So, I'm going to see where this goes. I'm excited since I've never had the chance to be the lead on a rehearsal where I pick the music and am essentially the "star of the show." Sure, it's just a rehearsal, but it's going to be fun. That's been universally acknowledged anyway.
Of course, my main fear is living up to the rather lofty expectations I've heard for my abilities. That's a bit scary, since I impressed this guy a lot a few weeks. I'll keep you updated. Promise.
Yeah, really.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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