And They Danced
Watching a video of one of my performances, whether it's of me attempting to be musical or theatrical, is almost always disappointing at best, and depressing at worst.
I/we never sound or look as good we I thought we did. Or, more accurately, even if it seems like we might have done a pretty good job, the tech at our disposal (meaning, my little yellow camcorder) just isn't going to be able to robustly capture our performance in all it's glory, including sonically and visually.
Specifically, I've tried to accept that this means I will never be able to see myself all that well while I'm drumming or hear the bass drum.
But I still keep recording our performances when I can, because it's a means, if imperfect, to relive the moment.
And sometimes I'm viscerally reminded of something pretty powerful and awesome, such as: PEOPLE F$%KING DANCED AT OUR LAST CLUSTERFLOCK SHOW AT THE MINNESOTA MUSIC CAFE!!!
People we didn't even know were literally moved by something we created...or rather, something that we six (admittedly awesome but still only separate) individuals came together, with the audience, for those brief, never-to-be-repeated moments, to bring to life.
We were like the Wonder Sextuplets putting our rings together to activate our powers to morph into the form of Rocking Out (yes, two of my fellow bandmates are probably too young to get this reference).
And yes, it is possible that the young, dare I say, hipsters. enjoying our music were just exceptionally young and exuberant and would have been dancing to whatever musical offerings they had access to.
Doesn't matter...we were there and they were there and They Danced. Perhaps not like a "like a wave on an ocean, romanced" (hmmm, how do you romance an ocean? Is it like romancing the stone? Oh no, my brain will not stop making 80's lyrical references) but that is the song that pops into my head and they DID dance...(and one of our guitarists does hope that we do this Hooters song some day).
There are so many reasons to make music...from sublime self-expression to narcissistic self-aggrandizement, and everything in between. For me, it's mostly the chance to bond with my incredible bandmates (including the sexy one I happen to be married to). And sometimes it's for the chance to bond with audience, too, and to just feel the exhilaration of being alive.
...and to sometimes go back and look at rather crappy videos of our performance and wonder if its sexy, sad, or both, that it looks like my shirt is falling off while I'm playing and you can see my sports bra.
I/we never sound or look as good we I thought we did. Or, more accurately, even if it seems like we might have done a pretty good job, the tech at our disposal (meaning, my little yellow camcorder) just isn't going to be able to robustly capture our performance in all it's glory, including sonically and visually.
Specifically, I've tried to accept that this means I will never be able to see myself all that well while I'm drumming or hear the bass drum.
But I still keep recording our performances when I can, because it's a means, if imperfect, to relive the moment.
And sometimes I'm viscerally reminded of something pretty powerful and awesome, such as: PEOPLE F$%KING DANCED AT OUR LAST CLUSTERFLOCK SHOW AT THE MINNESOTA MUSIC CAFE!!!
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| You're just going to have to believe that these blurry figures are dancers enjoying "These Boots Are Made for Walking." |
We were like the Wonder Sextuplets putting our rings together to activate our powers to morph into the form of Rocking Out (yes, two of my fellow bandmates are probably too young to get this reference).
And yes, it is possible that the young, dare I say, hipsters. enjoying our music were just exceptionally young and exuberant and would have been dancing to whatever musical offerings they had access to.
Doesn't matter...we were there and they were there and They Danced. Perhaps not like a "like a wave on an ocean, romanced" (hmmm, how do you romance an ocean? Is it like romancing the stone? Oh no, my brain will not stop making 80's lyrical references) but that is the song that pops into my head and they DID dance...(and one of our guitarists does hope that we do this Hooters song some day).
There are so many reasons to make music...from sublime self-expression to narcissistic self-aggrandizement, and everything in between. For me, it's mostly the chance to bond with my incredible bandmates (including the sexy one I happen to be married to). And sometimes it's for the chance to bond with audience, too, and to just feel the exhilaration of being alive.
...and to sometimes go back and look at rather crappy videos of our performance and wonder if its sexy, sad, or both, that it looks like my shirt is falling off while I'm playing and you can see my sports bra.
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