re-entering impolite society
So that’s Concarolinas in the books. Our shows went pretty well, considering we hadn’t played together in over a year. I thought we sounded good enough, and the folks who came to listen understood that we were shaking off the rust, and likewise, they were definitely ready for a little music, even if it lacked a certain perfection.
The bum notes and cracked jokes are part of the magic of live music anyway, right?
I saw friends, engaged in welcome conversation, and did a little bit of craft beer cultural exchange. I sat in on a tune in Mikey’s Saturday set, and he said really nice things about me to the assembled throng (which is greatly appreciated – it’s nice to be validated). I even sold enough of my own CDs to cover my gas back and forth to Charlotte.
It was nice; it really was, even if all of us were kind of hitting a wall in terms of crowds (even if they were pretty small) by mid-afternoon Saturday. That said, we found our groove again in time to entertain on Saturday night.
Also, it looks like a few more gigs might be in the offing, both with the band and solo – more details coming as soon as things become less theoretical.
All in all, a welcome respite from the frustrating world of white-collar employment. Now back to the grind.
