Fairly momentous 24 hours.
Last night for the first time I played in band in a gig. The band is “The No Cover Band” and it consists of a couple of guys on guitar, a woman singer, and me on the bass. The songs are all written by the lead singer, although I hope to get some of mine in the rotation. We’ve been rehearsing for months. Last night was the first show. It was a Desmond’s, an Irish pub on Park Avenue South just south of 30th.
I’ve played the song many many times, but I was afraid that I’d miss switches from verse to chorus and vice versa. I knew the verse. I knew the chorus. But because my focus is on the music — I don’t sing — so I’m not using the lyrics to lead me.
I played alright. I missed a couple of spots but I don’t know that anyone notices. The crowd seemed to like it. Strangely, as we were playing I looked up and saw a rodeo on one of the TVs. I looked at it wondering what a rodeo was doing on a TV in a Manhattan bar.
It was fun, and I look forward to doing it again some day.
This morning I ran. It’s probably two months since I last did so. It was hard. But I managed to get just under 2 miles in. Amazing how much you lose without doing it, but I hope it’ll come back. I hope.