Today is a good day. I got invited to jam with a local band this afternoon. I didn’t want to go, but my reason sucked, so I went anyway. I was pretty anxious on the way and for the first few minutes. Then I asked if I can play too. They asked me what I play, and I said I’d love anything with sticks or strings.
When anxiety turns into excitement like that, it’s a weird feeling. It almost feels impossible to contain. Everything in me demanded I jump up and down or I would burst into a gazillion broken pieces. I hopped a few times to prevent it, then stopped and hoped nobody noticed. The man who plays lead guitar (saw and) said he hoped my enthusiasm was contagious. (I decided I love him.)
I went for the bass because nobody else did. I told them I’ve only been playing it for a short time, so don’t expect any solos. They all laughed, and I had another one of those moments where I wonder if they know I mean literally, then agonize over whether to ask. I didn’t ask. (Thank you, Stevie Nicks, for being the one person on this planet who finally managed to convince me to always think before speaking, and take my time.)
Tangent: It took a long time for me to fully concede it’s sometimes better to say nothing, (even if it’s incredibly hilarious.) It’s a semi-painful concession. Part of me would rather live in a world where anything is okay to say, so long as it’s wicked funny. Then I remember there’s absolutely no way that wouldn’t end in (rivers of) tears (for me.) Damn. I guess Stevie Nicks got me to (finally) grow up. Um… Ow. 😂😂😂😂😂
I had so much fun playing my face still hurts from smiling. M. complimented me and seemed surprised how well I hung in there. Then I ruined it by telling him it’s because I practice with the same songs, and therefore suggested them (Jackson 5.) Jermaine Jackson is the bar I set for my bass playing endeavor. (If you knew how many notes I currently have to drop to stay in time with the song, you’d be laughing with me.) It still sounds pretty good, though. I’m a rhythm bass player. Heh.
I brought my violin, but as expected, they just looked at it, then looked at me, then looked away. Did everyone in South Dakota get together and decide on this reaction? I bet there was cake. 😒 I’m probably still a little bit over excited. It’s hard to calm down after having a great time. M. wants to go sit in the hot tub. It would probably help, but it just seems so unsanitary. Maybe I’ll just put my legs in. Apparently, my germaphobia ends with my knees. 💜