So, the show went surprisingly well on Saturday night. It was a surprise party for a woman who, back in the day, was a big fan of our 70s cover band, early to mid to late 90s era. The party was at a fency-schmency country club down on Chicago's Sout Side, over-by-dere. Apparently, she was out at a baby shower and her dad, who was supposed to be baby-sitting her son, called and said the kid was in hysterics and refused to stop crying until he saw his mom. She raced over and, well, there was the old surprise.
The first set was typical -- people just kind of standing around, not really sure why four middle aged dudes, dressed in ill-fitting 70s garb and playing half-assed versions of bad 70s tunes, were invited to the party. But, after a well-timed break, allowing said spectators to "drink heavily," they came back rarin' to go by set two. Here's a shot from my perspective during our version of REO's "Time for Me To Fly":
I really do miss playing in a band. Shit, I've been playing with these dudes for over 15 years and there's something instinctual and comfortable and freeing about performing with them. I don't even have to think about what to play, or when to stop or when to just improvise and wank around a bit. I can't imagine starting over with a new band now, though. I'm too fucking old and I wouldn't have any patience trying to find the right musicians. I hate musicians.
Nope, I'm just gonna have to get the family band going. Mr. Z is doing the piano thing, so he's well on his way. I'm pretty sure Miss O is going to follow in the drumming footsteps -- she's a natural. As long as I don't teach her how to play, she'll be fine. The old lady's got a great voice, but she doesn't like singing in front of people. One year, I got her voice lessons for her birthday. She went to like one or two lessons and then just blew it off. Thinking back on it, that was a pretty shitty present. But her voice is great, so I'll just have to work on her confidence.
I've gotta get back to recording the kiddlies. They've been bugging me to get my shit together and record some new stuff. I've got probably four or five songs that I've partially recorded already. That does it. I need a fucking deadline... let's say, spring. New CD from the Crabbykids by the thaw. There it is.
Note to self: call Mr. Kincaid to set up some gigs.