I’ve gone to Trilogy Tuesday at the Senator Theatre, watched a MASH Marathon, and in general, spent an awful lot of time on my ass.
Last night, the band gathered together for the first practice we’ve had in a month – and it always feels like this… completion when the sound pulls together.
Frank had originally said he wouldn’t be able to make it tonight, so when, an hour into practice, he came plodding down the stairs, bass amp in hand… well, I think I like it best when we arrive at practice one by one. The jamming starts, and slowly the sound fills in. What begins with nods and the plugging of plugs and unravelling of cords, slowly metamorphs into the full band sound.
I really, really, really, Love coming home to that. It makes me feel like some little sound god.
SO, slowly, the sound awakens, like some sleeping beast – and we rumble through our favourite songs, and as usual, I’m sort of shocked by how little rust and dust there is on our performance. There’s a missed note here or there, or some random part that wanders off, but mostly, this is a product of the fact that Heather and I play a lot of the tunes a little differently.
Anywho, for as much as I Love travelling and being with Heather for our explorations – I’d really give just about anything to be able to take the whole band with us. It’s not logistically or financially feasible… but maybe… someday.
“I’m gonna make a lot of money and quit this crazy scene…”
I then spent the night here at Alfred’s, playing with Tristan (his dog) reading, playing guitar, answering emails… woke up this morning and continued pretty much doing the same.
Working on a new song that hasn’t quite found it’s direction yet, but it hard enough that I have to keep looking at my fingers… and then have been switching back and forth between that and a bunch of covers I’ve been trying to learn. Poor Alfred’s been subjected to fragmented versions of a bunch of different songs: “Wild Horses” by the Rolling Stones, “bRIDGE”, by me… “Horses” by Sally Tim, “New York State of Mind”, by Bill Joel, Joni Mitchell’s “River”, and even Rage’s “Killing in the Name Of”. None of the above are pretty at the moment.
Sigh.
Ugh, how Joni Mitchell’s chords pain me.
