Busy, busy, busy like a bee this week.\u00a0\u00a0 It has been a heavy week at work for both Spouse and I, and we are starting to go into maximum-overdrive-on-the-border-of-but-not-quite-panicking (because that’s not productive) mode about the charity event we’re organizing.\u00a0 We are members of the committee charged with putting together the silent auction\/kick-off party for this year’s fundraising campaign.<\/p>\n
I play in a band with a group of fellows that I know through work;\u00a0 every year we take the stage and play some music at this event.\u00a0 I have played enough live shows to be generally comfortable with the idea of standing in front of my microphone and opening my mouth to see what comes out, but as this particular event occurs in front of an audience of my peers, many of whom I am certain are there only to see for themselves that I remain capable of making a fool of myself while pursuing both vocation and avocation, it is a little bit more intimidating than the garden variety gig.\u00a0 Despite the best of intentions – hearty agreement among band members when meeting one another on the street throughout May and June that rehearsals ought to begin imminently – the reality is somewhat abstracted from that diligent ideal.\u00a0\u00a0 Thus, in contrast to our aggressively discussed and much endorsed plan of action, the actual truth about our active preparations is that, as always, they are rather last-minute in nature.\u00a0 Our first rehearsal was last week.\u00a0 I would prefer not to comment on the quality of the musical performances involved in that evening, particularly where the lead vocals and rhythm guitar is concerned. Suffice to say that neighbourhood cats and dogs can be cruel critics.<\/p>\n
The success in general of our noisificating and melodization during tonight’s rehearsal was best described by our lead guitarist, who observed following one particular song:\u00a0 “That wasn’t anywhere near as appalling as I thought it was going to be.”<\/p>\n