I had a busy weekend, spending most of it practicing with my band. We played two songs I created, and I’m thrilled by how much they liked them. I would have strutted around like I’m Stevie Nicks or something, but it was also my first time singing while drumming. I was pretty anxious about it because I figured it would take months of practice before I could pull it off.
I’m surprised to report I pulled it off to some degree. The fact that I regularly sing to myself has finally paid off. Instead of getting odd looks from strangers, I managed to provide backup harmonies with a headset mic. I’m sure it helps that I know the songs better than anyone else. Heh. I used a poem I wrote as a teenager for the lyrics, (but only until I rewrite it.)
The poem is horrible, so I’m not going to share it. I was going through a descriptive phase, and my subject matter mainly consisted of things I thought were delightfully revolting. I was like a stereotypical boy for most of my childhood. Watching my big brother swallow worms or goldfish on a dare was probably my favorite hobby; as well as the subject of the poem to which I’m referring.
He had god-like status in my eyes, and I wish he were still alive, so I could tell him I’m in a band, and I miss him. He’d think my playing the drums is lame, but would still be impressed. I suspect my band leader reminds me of Steve, a bit. He’s somewhat mean but funny about it, so I don’t mind. I’m content doing anything if I’m laughing through it. It’s what most appealed to me about serving in the Army. It’s full of should-be comedians.
When we did the gross song initially, I was able to sing but not loudly enough. Plus, I dropped a stick and had to get up to retrieve it. It led to a lesson on always having extra sticks close at hand, and not losing them while playing. Emphasis mainly on the last bit. I need to adjust my kit at home to mimic the acoustic kit’s positioning. My muscle memory finally kicked in so I need to be mindful. While I was up, I turned up the volume on my mic because duh. 😂
I’m supposed to work on not grinning like I just won the lottery while I play. My band leader demonstrated what I looked like, much to my amusement. At least he didn’t tell me I should audition for Disney; which is the feedback I received when kicked out of my first band, years ago. I didn’t understand what “sing edgy” meant. Thank you, Adele, Stevie Nicks, and Amy Lee. Now I know. 🙃
Incidentally, that band broke up a year later over an argument about whether or not Hootie and the Blowfish sucked. Heh. (I think Darius Rucker is talented.) M. has been planning our trip for next month. We’re going to visit as many pinball machines as we can find. We’re both obsessed with the game and highly competitive when playing on PlayStation 4. I prefer the old-fashioned version, though. The digital version is wicked distracting with all the animations (that sometimes get in the way while playing.)
He hasn’t managed to beat my high score on the Family Guy version. I must still have a part of me that’s amused by fart jokes because it’s my favorite table. I also like Thor. I doubt they have real versions, though. M. is an excellent photographer, so we plan on documenting them as we go. I can’t wait. I’m off to beat my drums with sticks while not smiling.