Found this in draft from 2010.
I realize I’m too old to be having these feelings. I realize that me thinking these thoughts is quite similar to a 60 something year old with just enough set by for retirement wanting to buy a bright yellow Porsche.
but I really wanna be in a band.
It started about 137 minutes ago when we left the pub to go to the house of a friend. At first it was the usual group of people outside, chatting about nothing. Then I noticed people disappearing upstairs, what is this upstairs? I think.
So I went upstairs.
And there I found the school of mediocre rock. Or maybe it was the mediocre school of rock? Bah.
There was a friend at the drums, he had the knowledge, he was guiding. He was telling which fret and which string and how ferociously to strum. There was the dude at the bass, there was the friend at the lead guitar, and I says to myself “I need to get me some of that”
So I did. I used my diplomatic skills to wrangle lead guitar from friend and I looked eagerly at Mr. Teacher conductor on the drums and said –“I know what a fret is but I’m pretty pissed”
Eventually the two of them managed to wrestle me through the beginning of something that may have been deep purple, which was fucking awesome. After that the gent who was playing bass used the kind of diplomatic skills normally reserved only for senior UN officials to convince me that perhaps I was best suited as a bass player.
Oh, and then I shone. Like a freaking cloud break at 6.30pm on a summer day when you just happened to be looking straight ahead. I only played 4 notes, from one string, but the gravity of the beauty of that moment well surpasses ACDC’s thunderstruck, or Jimmy Hendricks Woodstock performances, or any other good shit.
I made music. And some of it didn’t sound like a group of cats on their deathbed.
So it did end, but it’s not the last the world will hear. We went home.
So for a band name I’m thinking something short but clever. I like the idea of a band name starting with “the” perhaps not even ending in a noun. Like “the it’s” or “the maybe” or “the probably” or “the next turn left”
It’s hard being this talented. Really.
