Relocation organization conglomeration zombie nation
So. Band practice is at my house now.
New management at the jamspace is kicking us out in a couple weeks.
SO after some discussion about unavailable cheap space and sucky expensive space to jam at, gear-loaded cars traveled to my house and promptly disengorged their music-supporting stash into my living room.
My first thought: I should probably get renter's insurance.
Mixed bag emotionally - I mean I'm really glad to be in an awesome band, and our potential to practice all we want and record professional demos just skyrocketed (not to mention me being able to secretly practice the drums hahaha). But there's definitely a feeling of displacement and home invasion going on. I feel inconvenienced (even though I know it's just a silly feeling that will pass). But I can't be possessive of my turf like I used to be. And poor Isis! If she meows while I sing, who knows the caterwauling she'll emit during band practice!
Thoughts of moving are right out for now. Reconfiguring my private stuff in the bedroom will take some creative arranging. Argh. Ahwell. God said it will be a quality experience, and He's got me through it all, which I know but it's nice to be reminded. I'll either get used to all the music equipment in my house or find another space for us to practice.
New management at the jamspace is kicking us out in a couple weeks.
SO after some discussion about unavailable cheap space and sucky expensive space to jam at, gear-loaded cars traveled to my house and promptly disengorged their music-supporting stash into my living room.
My first thought: I should probably get renter's insurance.
Mixed bag emotionally - I mean I'm really glad to be in an awesome band, and our potential to practice all we want and record professional demos just skyrocketed (not to mention me being able to secretly practice the drums hahaha). But there's definitely a feeling of displacement and home invasion going on. I feel inconvenienced (even though I know it's just a silly feeling that will pass). But I can't be possessive of my turf like I used to be. And poor Isis! If she meows while I sing, who knows the caterwauling she'll emit during band practice!
Thoughts of moving are right out for now. Reconfiguring my private stuff in the bedroom will take some creative arranging. Argh. Ahwell. God said it will be a quality experience, and He's got me through it all, which I know but it's nice to be reminded. I'll either get used to all the music equipment in my house or find another space for us to practice.