A good night

Band practice rocked tonight.  We came up with a new song, played through and worked out a newish song and rocked one of our older songs.  It was absolutely incredible.  I don’t know what it is about playing with those guys but things just seem to come together.  A good portion of our songs were written on the spot, in the band room, with one of us just starting out playing something neat or catchy and then everyone else jumping in and rocking out.  The new song that we birthed tonight began with me just messing around with a funky drumbeat.  G looked over at me and said, “Keep playing that.”  I did and within a few minutes we were finishing up playing through the song in its entirety.  Fun doesn’t even touch how great that was.  I had forgotten how amazing it is to just let yourself go in the music you are playing.  Tonight, hitting those drums as hard as I could, I let go of all of the little bits of heavy darkness pulling down on my brain and it was perfect.  Jamming out with my buds was exactly what I needed.

So, in summary:

New Song: Check

Polished Newish Song: Check

Mental Enema: Check

My Savior in teddy bear form

Last night was a ton of fun.  Where Roots Run Deep was the fourth band out of four and even though we played for a smaller crowd, I still had a really great time cranking out our tunes.

Funny thing happened while I was watching the first band.  I was sitting, pretzel-style, on the floor when my phone rang.  I needed to take the call so I was going to hop up and exit the blaring building for the peace and drizzly quiet of outside.  However, it turned out that at that exact moment in time my legs had some identity problems and the left thought he was the right and vice versa.  Needless to say, I tripped.  Halfway out of my pretzel-style seat I tripped and fell, turning toward the back as I did so.  As I was nearing a solid 45 degree angle to the floor, a pair of solid, thick hands grabbed me, one of either arm, picked me up and set me down.  I was looking into the face of a large, teddy bear with a thick beard, a derby cap and glasses.  He said nothing about me basically ramming into him, he just set me down, patted me on the arms and let me walk by.  I was too flustered to really say anything and I still had that phone call to answer so I left the building and took care of my business.  Later that night, as the duncecapkids hit the stage, a familiar hybrid of a teddy bear and a tank took the stage and my savior, his name is Dugan, grabbed his bass and started rocking out.  The band was pretty good but Dugan in particular was a lot of fun to watch because he didn’t get into the stage antics as much and he was clearly a little awkward up on stage but none of that took away from the fact that the dude was having a good time playing his bass.  My savior, a man as solid as concrete and as huggable as the cute baby with birthday cake on his nose, rocks the bass for a small-town punk band.