For those days when you gotta kick off your heels, throw on your chucks, and make some NOISE. That’s exactly what I did this weekend. I’ve been in a funk the past few days and a trip to the practice space was just what the doctor ordered. I feel lucky because we have a studio here that you can rent by the hour and most of the equipment is already there. So my friend (who plays drums) and I went to go rock this blues away.
One of the things I realized is that I miss being loud. When you live in the city, or live in an apartment in general, you never really get to go off the rails. The only time I get to sing is when I’m in the car, which isn’t very often. I loved turning up the amp (while wearing ear plugs of course) and just feeling it in the whole room. I also got to sing/yell/scream which is such a release.
On the setlist was Band of Skulls, Heartless Bastards, The Ataris, and of course some original nonsense. I don’t claim to be good at guitar, but I’m learning to embrace it and let go and have fun anyway. I also played drums for a solid 20 minutes before my leg got tired, which is pretty much a miracle. It just felt so good to get lost for a sec.
So now I’m inspired to learn more songs. I’ve got 3-4 in the queue and I’d like to get back to the space within a month. I’m still trying to detox and playing music not only has nostalgia for me (hello, high school) but also brings me back to my roots creatively. It’s just a good hobby all around.
Until then, signing off with blistered fingers…