my fingers wouldn't work
i had this crazy awful dream last night. i was in a warehouse or something of the sort, with some people i know, and some people i had never met; acquaintances of friends. we were there to jam, to start a band. i was all eager and told these new people what a good bassist i was. for some reason i was back in possession of my old spector ns-2000 5-string bass, but it felt even bigger and heavier than it was in real life. for the life of me i could not play. i was slow and inept; my fingers tried to dance around the frets, but instead just fumbled slowly and missed every cue, mucked up every note. these new people didn't want me in the band because i was no good. i tried desperately to convince them that i really could play, i just had to get back into the groove; i was having an off day. they simply treated me with disdain. i tried to play basslines i wrote years ago, that i know i could play with my eyes closed. alas, my fingers would not cooperate. what a nightmare.