Sunday, October 11, 2015
A Most Dis-functional Band
Cary, John and I have been getting together for years, years I tell you, to play music. We still don't have one song down. Not one. There's lots to do before we get down to pulling out the instruments. There's eating, drinking, listening to what's coming out of the speakers, bunch of laughing, angry words, finger pointing, kevetching (did I spell that right?). Ok...and then comes what do you want to play, I dunno, what do you want to play, I dunno what should we play, how bout Dirty Old Town, I'm tired of that, let's do some obscure ten minute English ballad, eye rolling, no let's do Natural Woman, John, you sing that this time, I can't remember the words, ok, Cary, you sing it, I'm not feeling that tonight.
Well, let's open that bottle of scotch then, maybe that will help.
That helps, but not for the music. It sure helps in other ways though.
And then the tuning of the guitars start. Oh Lord, help me here. They can tune their guitars ad infinitum.
And tuning.
And tuning.
Then we actually start to play something and stop. Can't remember the words, or the chords or the key.
So we pour some more. That helps, but not the music.
We go out to Cary's back porch to catch some air, maybe watch the sun go down over Twin Peaks. Let the Coca Cola sign let out a sigh and run through it's little light show.
Let's play one of your songs Cary. Let's do "Irony." Cary is one hell of a song writer and so we do "Irony" and almost make it to the very end but we end in a huff. We have a hard time ending songs in a meaningful way.
Cary jumps up waving his arms when I start to complain about how we end songs
We get in a groove, do some jams. They peter out.
John and John's beard.
Cary decides he needs to tell us about a wedding he went to up in Willits. Complete with a phone slide show. Man, have we regressed as a species with looking at photos on phones now. So sad.
Well, that about wraps up the night. Five hours, maybe four songs total. Next time, we'll have forgotten how we did those four and re-invent them.
But damn. Hardly anything better then when we do connect on something and so we will come back and try it again.
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