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I often toyed with the idea of moving his pedalboard while he wasn't looking........
I had gigs devoid of friends and family AND regular audience members.
...and possibly band resurrection. The drummer, the singer and I are going out for dinner next week to discuss things. Singer's being a bit cagey (totally understandable, given the manner in which I killed it), but she did let slip that she's looking forward to being able to record the last song we wrote (the heavy one from my Kraken demo clips).
Doubly-glad I didn't sell my Matrix cab now. Also, it would kinda-sorta justify my latest guitar purchase.
OK, so it doesn't justify it at all. No matter.
Unexpectedly, I actually feel a little mushy. Much as they were collectively the cause of a lot of stress for me, I do actually miss those guys.
On the flip side, I have never been in a band and don't have the interest (or time) to do it. Then again I must pick my accoustic up 5 days a week.
I do miss (regret) not having an electric, loop pedal & delay anymore. I wrote some nice pieces on them. Easily changed if I wish, but I didn't have the time to move it all to computer and mix it, and I probably have less time now.
But now I'm stuck 300 miles away from them and while I try to play in my living room it's slipping now. Playing on my own I find pretty boring. Doing that gig reminded me that the pleasure for me is the interaction of playing with other people. So I empathise with anyone struggling to find the drive to play on their own, as I'm the same.
I was happy before I went and living a brain dead simple life of self sustenance, bad hygiene and self employment, I was miserable and drunk for a day in anxiety over there, wanting to get back to my niche to what I do best like an idiot abroad, then I was happier as I always used to be.
Now, back home, the simple life, crap weather and the local pub and going out occasionally and busting my balls just seems like a completely retarded way of padding out a limited lifetime. For starters where am I going to get the opportunity to chat up Slovakian girls or share a beer with Finnish bikers and share good times with every nationality under the sun around here?
What is this excuse for a mediocre life with wife and kids, job and mortgage in a realm where you can supposedly allow your conscious mind to be truly free and put your soul to rest under three layers of cloud cover because I'd really love to know. I'd buy tickets for that.
Just suppose I'II have to go back to self medicating and sticking my head in the sand and putting my soul back in the little golden box I had it previously stored in and maybe letting it out for a few hours a week in small, imaginary controlled bursts.
Music, art and literature and creating things and sharing them are the only reasonable exit strategies to a purposeful life we have, I wouldn't give up on it for the world personally and if it bothers you, make the changes to implement the change..
Often the things we miss are but smaller boxes of souls of distraction anyway, but time relative and it'll soon be gone.
Hope before I drop that I'll have another go....
if if you feel open to going back, I think you should.
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Well, just for some closure...met the guys tonight, and it looks like I have a band again. Still a lot of details to be worked out, but the intent is there. Just need to get another bassist (there's one in the frame).
Strange times indeed.
I love playing, but will have to retire soon as it's getting too painful to play, sad but so what thousands worse off than me. I feel lucky I have gigged almost 40 years without a break, got so many good and bad memories of gigs.