This is where it's at...
This is one of those days, where you sit down and realise, that you're sitting on a wheely chair. On some form of house. On a tectonic plate, which is sliding around on a planet, which is spinning and whirling around a galaxy, which is doing omega whirly laps around the universe. And somehow or another, only the wheely chair's movement, out of all these things, seems significant.
It's funny how music can pull you back to a time like it was yesterday, back to a feeling that you thought you'd lost, that maybe wasn't healthy, but is something you miss from the "good old days" that you hated so much when they were the "shitty, current days". It's even funnier how music brings people together.
A decision to learn the guitar so long ago has resulted in some opportunities I'd never thought would be mine. To meet people who meet you, and two years later still remember your face and your name, and will put semi-famousness aside to say hello. To play music, and to teach music, and to inspire future generations of musicians to try their hardest during the time they need encouragement the most. To experience that all-encompassing high that you get from a stage, the heat of the lights, and the overbearing wave of sound that only you can tame. To meet someone who would turn out to be the most important person in your life.
When I think that there were times when I considered just not playing anymore, in the early days, I wonder what the hell I was thinking.
The gig at the Crown Hotel was good, albeit a bit dull given that the entire town's night-life seems to have died in the worst of ways because of the weather. It was still great though, and when we finished Freak we had people yelling for an encore, cheering and in one guy's case, busting out some moves on a pole that I've been told (by someone who would know) that even the strippers can't quite handle. We played it again at the end, which was awesome, and the whole night just seemed to rush by. The most fun I think was the 5 minutes or so when Keith asked me to jump up on the stage and just go wild.. improvisation is awesome fun, and it was definitely worth getting up for.
I didn't get too many photos of the night, but those I did get are here for people to see.
Asides from that, all this playing recently has lead to some music making of my own which I'm working on, which I'm having tons of fun with while waiting for episodes 50-75 of Naruto.
And to balance out the excitement of Friday night, Saturday night was a blackout, followed by sitting up at 2am talking to a depressed Swedish guy who's online gf dumped him for a guy she was able to see in person, who's big on lyrical examination of metal songs.
This is where it's at. Motion and silence, balance and control.
I notice if the wheely chair slips, but would I really feel a thing if the whole universe did the same?
It's funny how music can pull you back to a time like it was yesterday, back to a feeling that you thought you'd lost, that maybe wasn't healthy, but is something you miss from the "good old days" that you hated so much when they were the "shitty, current days". It's even funnier how music brings people together.
A decision to learn the guitar so long ago has resulted in some opportunities I'd never thought would be mine. To meet people who meet you, and two years later still remember your face and your name, and will put semi-famousness aside to say hello. To play music, and to teach music, and to inspire future generations of musicians to try their hardest during the time they need encouragement the most. To experience that all-encompassing high that you get from a stage, the heat of the lights, and the overbearing wave of sound that only you can tame. To meet someone who would turn out to be the most important person in your life.
When I think that there were times when I considered just not playing anymore, in the early days, I wonder what the hell I was thinking.
The gig at the Crown Hotel was good, albeit a bit dull given that the entire town's night-life seems to have died in the worst of ways because of the weather. It was still great though, and when we finished Freak we had people yelling for an encore, cheering and in one guy's case, busting out some moves on a pole that I've been told (by someone who would know) that even the strippers can't quite handle. We played it again at the end, which was awesome, and the whole night just seemed to rush by. The most fun I think was the 5 minutes or so when Keith asked me to jump up on the stage and just go wild.. improvisation is awesome fun, and it was definitely worth getting up for.
I didn't get too many photos of the night, but those I did get are here for people to see.
Asides from that, all this playing recently has lead to some music making of my own which I'm working on, which I'm having tons of fun with while waiting for episodes 50-75 of Naruto.
And to balance out the excitement of Friday night, Saturday night was a blackout, followed by sitting up at 2am talking to a depressed Swedish guy who's online gf dumped him for a guy she was able to see in person, who's big on lyrical examination of metal songs.
This is where it's at. Motion and silence, balance and control.
I notice if the wheely chair slips, but would I really feel a thing if the whole universe did the same?