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I know this place has been all fun and games so far. I'm sorry to bring it down but I think this is kind of healthy for me - venting to the public internet
Preemptive apology for incoming wall of text.
As I have been getting older I've been replacing bad habits with better ones, and that lead me to getting out and wanting to gig more. It gives me a sense of purpose, goals, adrenaline on stage. It's a healthy rush and I was trying to have more of that. I have an addictive personality and a depression/anxiety disorder. I'm a typical void-filler.
I joined a busy cover band in October of 2019 that played Funk, Soul, RnB, some 80s pop thrown in, had two regular club gigs and joined just in time for multiple high-paying private Halloween events, followed by Christmas and New Years gigs. Consecutive days of back-to-back gigs, my kind of void-filling. It kept me out of trouble.
Bystanders loved it, people would buy drinks and dance, buy us drinks, hire us for their private parties. Musicians looked at us a little sideways. It wasn't always the perfect situation, we played along to backing tracks programmed on a run down Juno keyboard, along with some other musical faux pas' I won't mention.
The bandleader programmed all the tracks, picked the songs, sang, played guitar, pretty much called all the shots. He was a pretty smart dude and I grew to respect him, and him to I - - and although we had our differences (a staggering age difference one of them) we became pretty good friends. My technical knowledge helped to improve the band and they were grateful for it. It made us sound better and we were all happier for it.
Just as things were getting toight as a toiger, the pandemic lockdowns halted gigs and rehearsals to a dead stop in March 2020. That outlet was gone and we were left at home wringing our hands. I started filling the void with other healthy and unhealthy habits (IR creation, Alcohol). After a few months we were approached to do a fundraiser - better than nothing. After the gig got canceled twice due to weather, our bandleader/singer suffered a stroke, leaving him partially paralyzed in his left side.
No more guitar for him, but his speech recovered very quickly and by spring 2021 he was ready to get back at it. We took a few free block party gigs, one going great, the other being a disaster.
Didn't gig for a while until fall of 2021. More unhealthy void filling.
One of our regular places opened back up but couldn't afford to pay a band every month so those gigs were short-lived, we played maybe three.
Along comes 2022 and no gigs. Bandleader says spot #2 might be opening back up in August. Meanwhile I had been lightweight searching for a second band.
One prospect* wanted full commitment and I didn't want to bail on the August comeback.
Another friend of mine lost their guitarist to red state thinking and I joined up for a gig in June. We started practicing in Spring but as it got closer to June the gig got pushed back to July, then eventually August - on the date of a big private gig (on my birthday no less) for my #1 band. I tell #2 band I can't do it and the drummer's pissed. My friend (bassist) understands and it's water under the bridge. Of course I feel bad about the situation but it was out of my hands.
August 1st I'm at work and I get a text from our bassist telling us that after a small road trip, our bandleader's son had found our bandleader dead in his bedroom, and had been cold and blue for several hours.
Thats all I can muster to say.
*said prospect has been in contact with me and I'm going to get together with them next week for some high-profile October gigs.
#voidfilling #pickledliver
Preemptive apology for incoming wall of text.
As I have been getting older I've been replacing bad habits with better ones, and that lead me to getting out and wanting to gig more. It gives me a sense of purpose, goals, adrenaline on stage. It's a healthy rush and I was trying to have more of that. I have an addictive personality and a depression/anxiety disorder. I'm a typical void-filler.
I joined a busy cover band in October of 2019 that played Funk, Soul, RnB, some 80s pop thrown in, had two regular club gigs and joined just in time for multiple high-paying private Halloween events, followed by Christmas and New Years gigs. Consecutive days of back-to-back gigs, my kind of void-filling. It kept me out of trouble.
Bystanders loved it, people would buy drinks and dance, buy us drinks, hire us for their private parties. Musicians looked at us a little sideways. It wasn't always the perfect situation, we played along to backing tracks programmed on a run down Juno keyboard, along with some other musical faux pas' I won't mention.
The bandleader programmed all the tracks, picked the songs, sang, played guitar, pretty much called all the shots. He was a pretty smart dude and I grew to respect him, and him to I - - and although we had our differences (a staggering age difference one of them) we became pretty good friends. My technical knowledge helped to improve the band and they were grateful for it. It made us sound better and we were all happier for it.
Just as things were getting toight as a toiger, the pandemic lockdowns halted gigs and rehearsals to a dead stop in March 2020. That outlet was gone and we were left at home wringing our hands. I started filling the void with other healthy and unhealthy habits (IR creation, Alcohol). After a few months we were approached to do a fundraiser - better than nothing. After the gig got canceled twice due to weather, our bandleader/singer suffered a stroke, leaving him partially paralyzed in his left side.
No more guitar for him, but his speech recovered very quickly and by spring 2021 he was ready to get back at it. We took a few free block party gigs, one going great, the other being a disaster.
Didn't gig for a while until fall of 2021. More unhealthy void filling.
One of our regular places opened back up but couldn't afford to pay a band every month so those gigs were short-lived, we played maybe three.
Along comes 2022 and no gigs. Bandleader says spot #2 might be opening back up in August. Meanwhile I had been lightweight searching for a second band.
One prospect* wanted full commitment and I didn't want to bail on the August comeback.
Another friend of mine lost their guitarist to red state thinking and I joined up for a gig in June. We started practicing in Spring but as it got closer to June the gig got pushed back to July, then eventually August - on the date of a big private gig (on my birthday no less) for my #1 band. I tell #2 band I can't do it and the drummer's pissed. My friend (bassist) understands and it's water under the bridge. Of course I feel bad about the situation but it was out of my hands.
August 1st I'm at work and I get a text from our bassist telling us that after a small road trip, our bandleader's son had found our bandleader dead in his bedroom, and had been cold and blue for several hours.
Thats all I can muster to say.
*said prospect has been in contact with me and I'm going to get together with them next week for some high-profile October gigs.
#voidfilling #pickledliver
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