My groups meets this morning for a grand, and v.long, practice and planning meeting for gigs, rehearsals and music in the near and distant future. Afterwards I am exhausted, happily so, and content myself with puttering about, catching up on this blog, and trying to clear a space in my brain to plan my own music’s crystalization from ideas swirling, looking for a place to land.
like the soundtrack of a movie
our notes hit the air disappear
some reach their mark while others clear
out heading for eternity
or a time people listened we
continue for the few who care
perhaps longing to be elsewhere
still we play while most ignore us
eat drink laugh yell oblivious
to the music we’d hoped to share
Feeling a bit under the weather today, so I regretfully trade a planned musical afternoon with friends vacationing nearby, for a somewhat feverish enforced solitary repose. I think I just need a time-out to refocus and recharge after the whirl of the past couple of weeks, a bit of languid dalliance. I pull a mystery novel of the shelf, settle comfortably on the couch, and dive in.
Time waits for no man(dolinist) or guitarist either, and despite the unexpected events of yesterday, today is Italian dinner-gig day. We practice everything in the morning, tweak the arrangements a bit, gather all the needed sound reinforcement equipment, change into more formal wear, and head out. Of course there are snafus waiting as we set up at the venue, but they are minor and we resolve them pragmatically. We are ready to go when the guests begin to trickle in, and play through everything, some of the classics like “O Sole Mio” a couple of times. Some people pay attention, some don’t, food and drink are served (to them, not us), and the sound system allows us to be heard above the din of chatter and clatter not unlike an Italian movie soundtrack, which is our purpose this night. Finished, we head to an Italian restaurant to spend some of our earnings on a delicious meal. Mission accomplished.