A few days have passed since the Oyster Roast and I am surprised by how many notes I have received, asking how it went.
The whole idea of playing in a band is still a little sureal for me….let’s face it, I turn 54 very soon, yet I keep thinking about how old my dad seemed back in 1985 when he was 54. Sometimes, I just don’t think I should be doing this…but then I pick up the LPC.and I start to think differently.
I have mentioned before that I am tone deaf and also cannot sing a note to save my life, (Thank God for YouTube). The “guy” I replaced could listen to a song once or twice and be able to play it note for note. He is a much better technical guitar player than I am, but the boys tolerate me.
The evening was a success. I have not heard how much money was raised, but it was a record breaking gate.
I mentioned drama…..the Cliffnotes version is that one of the attendees decided she wanted to play tambourine with us and came up and did just that (yea, I remember when I had my first beer). It took a while to get her to stop. It wouldn’t have been too bad if she could keep a beat, but she was very distracting for some of the guys.
Our two oldest daughters, Kelliann and Elissa, both St. Mary’s Alumni were present, (Megan was continuing to freeze her butt off in Milwaukee). Elissa took a few videos on her iPhone, but only one came out, (see notes above regarding rogue tambourine player!). Below s our version of the first two minutes of JCM’s Wild Night. It is a coincidence that Jelly’s phone ran out of memory just as my guitar solo was starting, but you get the point…we sounded pretty good for a bunch of “dads”.