If you enjoy having a life filled with soap opera-like drama, there’s nothing like joining a band. Gathering the proper number and combination of players with the right skill levels is like trying to choose a spouse four or five times over. There are terrible first dates (auditions), awkward breakups (‘Sorry, dudes, I just need a situation where I can make some fast cash.’) and deep philosophical disagreements (‘I know we’ve already learned Wheel In the Sky, but I hate Journey with every fiber of my being.’*).
None of those things occured at yesterday’s band practice, though. I’d been away from the band for a month – ever since I started getting my last cold. In my absence, we’d lost our second guitarist to work obligations, but the band still managed to learn some new songs. Despite the long break, I had no trouble picking up where I left off.
My husband and I have both played music for most of our lives. He made his living as a studio and touring drummer for many years before I met him. I’ve sung in various local cover and original bands on and off since I was a teenager. We’ve each given up music for brief periods of time, but I think it’s impossible for most musicians to quit altogether. Every concert is a reminder that you could be up there on stage.
Last night’s band practice was fun from start to finish and a great reminder of why we all devote our time to perfecting our performances. I can’t wait until we get 12-15 more songs under our belts and start playing shows.
*Incidentally, the Journey-hating quote was not from me. I like them very much, thank you.
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