Jam Night

Last night I jammed with a bass player and drummer I’ve been talking to about a possible band. It went OK, but I was a little rusty and they only had a few jams they’d been working on, no songs. They asked if I had any riffs or anything and despite the fact that I do, I drew a blank, of course.

There’s just something about auditions, job interviews, and first dates. I end up stammering like a buffoon, but sounding like a genius on the ride home, when I think of that I should have said, and no one else is around. Basically it goes like this:

Them: So what bands do you listen to?
Me: I like… uh… music.

Them: Do you know any songs?
Me: My name is Mike. I like shiny things.

Them: Do you have any original material written?
Me: My guitar has 6 strings.

Them: Can’t you name at least one band you listen to???
Me: Um… Hanson.
(Sometimes when I’m under pressure, Hanson is one of the first things that pop into my head.)

I have a feeling I’m not going to hear back from those guys. They were both very good, but it’s OK with me though either way. I just couldn’t seem to get into a groove with the drummer. I’m looking for something that is a little more ready to go too. Plug & Play, baby!

I’ll have another tryout after the holiday weekend and that one sounds like a better fit anyway. It was good to actually shake some of the rust off though and play with actual musicians! Once my nerves settled I played better and felt like I was picking up right where I left off. It was definitely a confidence booster. I might just not suck after all!