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Yes, it's true, i haven't been to bed yet. Or maybe i should quote Lady orion "I've been up for almost 6 years *shudder*". Well, anyway, i'll waste more sleepless time by starting this day's entry. Hell, yeah. Got back from the Praystation. The morningmist gives me tremendous powers. Haha, NOT. whatever. Yes. That's right. So yesterday's gig was a total disgrace, as i said. We played, as always On simchat torah (it's a friggin jewish thing, forget it), we're playing what i call "chassidic trash", which means basically some upbeat dancing hip jewish crap (yeah, i'm too lazy to define it more particular). So, what went wrong? -the short version: "we got the wrong keyboard player". The long version: Ok, so this keyboard player is actually 2 keyboard players. Don't ask me why they come in pairs, guess that's a new thing ***GET TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!!!*** Anyway, one was supposed to play and the other probably to sing AND play. Whatever. I parked the car a bit too far, then i saw that there is some hypothetical access to the stage and just tried my luck. The security guy got permission on the walkie-talkie and i parked the car's rear kissing the stage (not french kissing. Hand-kissing). After i set up the set, drove the car a few meters away, so nobody would complain. So the -playing- keyboarder says to me, right before we start playing, that he "is not used to play with others". Generally, he "only plays alone with a singer". I told him "that's very interesting, but i'm gonna have to ask you to turn the programmed drums off". Well, he did that. But i didn't think about the fact that he might have his basslines programmed, too (that's right, there was no bass player). So the general amplification sucked (well, no time for soundcheck, what did i expect), and i didn't hear a goddamn thing. But one thing i did hear: There's no actual connection between what i'm playing and what the keyboard player is doing. Oh, i forgot to tell you about the guitar player. Well, i don't really know that guy, but he's supposed to have quite a reputation in playing oriental music. Anyway, i could hear him quite better than the keyboard player. So as soon as i got any aural orientation (no, not oral, aural), i was practically playing a stone-tight beat (no trash for you Yair, only rock) along with his guitar's off-beat pickings, and both of us were playing against the keyboard player, who was totally out! Total disorientation on his side, wrong scales, wrong beginning, and that horrible bassline-programming was ruining everything! Now, the guitar player already lost his mind and started screaming at the keyboarders. I just asked him (the non-singing keyboard player), if he could please turn that programmed bassline of his keyboard off. Well? He replied that he couldn't. And guess why. (yeah, there's only one possible answer). Because he's not able to play the bassline by himself! He's "only used to play alone with a singer" so obviously he's totally unable to play with his left hand a bassline! Anyway, i just told him "there is no other way" and we went on playing, that sounded like a disaster. I could see the expression on the guitarist's face, it looked like: "hrrmmbbgggrrrmmmbblll". Another cool thing was that all his songs were apparently programmed to be on the scale of "a" and that he was totally unable to change songs in the middle, which resulted in the fact that we only played about 4 songs in two hours. Oh, yes, he got a lot of screams from the audience, and we stopped played half an hour earlier than planned (! this never happened to me before! ). Ok, after the gig the guitar player came to me and told me that i was 100%, so i could feel that i didn't have a part in the whole mess. Oh, and i got the money, too. In cash, immediatly, and ALL of it. So was this a disgrace? -yes. Did i have a part in ruining the evening? -no. Was it a horror to play? -mentally: yes. About the physical condition: My feet still hurt as if i'd been walking miles, ii've got no clue why, but my hands are totally fine. (so who knows? Maybe i AM an able metal drummer...) And hey, i didn't even use the drumming gloves (pussy gloves). I didn't have to. Ok. See ya later.
Hmm. I'm listening to "do you think you're better off alone?". Now to reuben's "stux"...."I see the stars....safe in your arms". She wanted me to come and see her. Then she wanted me to join her to some improvisation's theater. I mean the idea sounds really cool (i could participate, wow). But i'm not in the mood for doing "special" stuff. That's right, i'm in asshole-mood, probably because i killed my whole day with sleeping. Anyway, i probably won't be coming in for jerusalem today, and it's better this way. My mom thinks that in general i'm doing a big mistake. Well, that's what she always thought about doing that pattern that i'm doing right now...again.
Ok, so this fear is starting to take over me again...fear of failure, of confustion, fear of fear, fear of sadness...i need...i want... BLARGH!
Hmm. I'm listening to "do you think you're better off alone?". Now to reuben's "stux"...."I see the stars....safe in your arms". She wanted me to come and see her. Then she wanted me to join her to some improvisation's theater. I mean the idea sounds really cool (i could participate, wow). But i'm not in the mood for doing "special" stuff. That's right, i'm in asshole-mood, probably because i killed my whole day with sleeping. Anyway, i probably won't be coming in for jerusalem today, and it's better this way. My mom thinks that in general i'm doing a big mistake. Well, that's what she always thought about doing that pattern that i'm doing right now...again.
Ok, so this fear is starting to take over me again...fear of failure, of confustion, fear of fear, fear of sadness...i need...i want... BLARGH!