So, we're heading off on Thursday to Lake Michigan for a long weekend with the spawn and my 'rents. Should be a nice break -- though I remembered, after the plans were already made, that I have this bachelor party I have to go to outside of Detroit on Saturday. It's for a musician friend who's getting married in a couple of weeks and he's having all his musician friends get together for a day of a-fishin', a-drinkin' and a-jammin'. So I'm ditching the old lady, the kidlets and my folks, and high-tailing it a day early for the party.
The thing is, A) I'm not gonna know anyone at the party -- they're all old friends from bands the groom has been in, and 2) they're all like "real" musicians. I think some of them are touring musicians and shit. I guess the idea is that, at the reception, different musicians will rotate in and out of the band and play a couple of tunes here and there. The set list is nuts -- there's like Neil Young tunes and then Zappa shit. It's all over the fucking place. Not necessarily the best wedding set, I might add. Lots of Steve Earle. Who the fuck wants Steve Earle at their wedding... besides Steve Earle? There are a couple of tunes I can probably do all right with, though -- an Uncle Tupelo song and some of the Neil Young shit.
Since I literally haven't touched my drums in well-over a year, I took a break at lunch today and tried to play a couple of the songs. Holy fuckstain, I was playing like Bobby Fuckin' Brady:
Total Spaz-Mo-Dee. After a few minutes I managed to regain a whiff of coordination and made it through a few songs without falling off my stool. I think I'll be able to pull off "Give Back the Keys to My Heart" by Uncle Tupelo and maybe Cheap Trick's "Surrender." I'm gonna pass, though, if they ask me to do "Happy Jack." I might pull a kidney.
Shit, I hope I don't break a hip.