I’ve started futzing around with musicality lately. I miss the days of my bandwhoreness. In my adolescent and pubescent days I seemingly could pick up any symphonic band instrument and soar. Not so much these days, however. I stole Ms. Cat’s French horn the other day, and I can’t remember a single darned fingering, and I’ve completely lost the ability to find a pitch. I gave up after a while and moved on to my own saxophone. I remembered far more about the sax than the horn, but to be fair I played it for about five years longer.
Ever since I moved out of my parents’ house, I’ve been carrying around my dad’s old acoustic guitar (it’s a 3/4, I think). I keep moving in with people who claim to want to help me learn to play (since I can’t afford real lessons), but that promise always seems to end up broken. Something about string instruments has never made much sense to me, and I can’t find anyone to give a shit (for free).
One thing I’ve never lost hold of, though, is my adoration of singing… and more importantly, my desire to sing for a kick-ass cover band.
Cat and I were playing around with her guitar tonight, and it made me realize how much I’ve always wanted to front a cover band. I don’t (necessarily…) want to be famous (for that) any more, but I still think it would be a LOT of freakin’ fun! Trouble is, I don’t actually have any musical experience outside of the various degrees of grade-school band I ended up in, and I don’t have the friend base out here to start that as a drunken joke and RUN with it.
