This Sunday we are going to play a couple of tunes at Duffy’s Hanger—probably around 9. While we haven’t really promoted it, we have been spreading the word and hope to see a few people there to hear us perform the birth of a band.
These tunes are very different live than on a video or MP3. While there are dance tunes, we also have a couple of tunes that are simply unique. We are enjoying the challenge of taking a musical/lyrical premise and then as a band figuring out who and what goes where (I believe we experienced the fleeting spirit of Yoko last night.)
As an individual, this puts me in a vulnerable place since I hear progressions and pathways for both the tune and the lyrics in a certain way; admittedly, I am a jaundiced self-evaluator—there is a certain unrestricted love for one’s blemished offspring that may not be shared by others. As a band working out a piece, this puts us all in stiff suits. We have to promote to one another our naked thoughts regarding what is missing or what should be missing. And we have to do this without pricking one another to the pain.
The outcome is that we hear other thoughts that simply did not exist without this pricking, and that sort of creation only comes from sweat and sometimes strange noises. What a painful joy!
These tunes are very different live than on a video or MP3. While there are dance tunes, we also have a couple of tunes that are simply unique. We are enjoying the challenge of taking a musical/lyrical premise and then as a band figuring out who and what goes where (I believe we experienced the fleeting spirit of Yoko last night.)
As an individual, this puts me in a vulnerable place since I hear progressions and pathways for both the tune and the lyrics in a certain way; admittedly, I am a jaundiced self-evaluator—there is a certain unrestricted love for one’s blemished offspring that may not be shared by others. As a band working out a piece, this puts us all in stiff suits. We have to promote to one another our naked thoughts regarding what is missing or what should be missing. And we have to do this without pricking one another to the pain.
The outcome is that we hear other thoughts that simply did not exist without this pricking, and that sort of creation only comes from sweat and sometimes strange noises. What a painful joy!