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- 8 years and 113 days since I started this blog -
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Today I rehearsed with Frank, getting ready for Friday's gig at the Dinosaur BBQ.
It was the third rehearsal in a week. Things sounded good, but rehearsals have been very difficult. Frank knows what he wants in the bass line. I am playing to his spec, even to him dictating the actual bass lines note-for-note, and asking for specific attacks in note placement.
You may not know what I mean by that, but suffice it to say, it is a far cry from my usual process of building a bass line. It's much more repetitious, and much less melodic than what I ordinarily do.
It's fine, he isn't asking for anything I'm can't do. He is asking for me to learn a lot of stuff in a very short time.
Later in the evening, backing him up at the Limp Lizard BBQ open mic we both go to and like, I was unable to identify the first song, and, flustered, I didn't remember the bass line. Frank soldiered on.
After, he said I scared him.
Now I'm scared. I'm afraid that, at this stage, when I cannot identify all the songs by their titles (I don't even know the titles of some of the songs we've rehearsed), and have a lot of specific bass lines to play with little rehearsal and only a recording of eleven of thirty songs to practice to, that I'm going to bomb on the gig Friday.
I admit I am also afraid that Frank has lost confidence in me, and I will lose his respect and the respect of other musicians who come to the gig.
I'm going to leave it at that, and just do what I can. I hope I get a chance to get together with Frank at least twice before the gig, and straighten things out. I am going to put in some time for positive visualization, too.
And be grateful for the experience and opportunity!
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It was the third rehearsal in a week. Things sounded good, but rehearsals have been very difficult. Frank knows what he wants in the bass line. I am playing to his spec, even to him dictating the actual bass lines note-for-note, and asking for specific attacks in note placement.
You may not know what I mean by that, but suffice it to say, it is a far cry from my usual process of building a bass line. It's much more repetitious, and much less melodic than what I ordinarily do.
It's fine, he isn't asking for anything I'm can't do. He is asking for me to learn a lot of stuff in a very short time.
Later in the evening, backing him up at the Limp Lizard BBQ open mic we both go to and like, I was unable to identify the first song, and, flustered, I didn't remember the bass line. Frank soldiered on.
After, he said I scared him.
Now I'm scared. I'm afraid that, at this stage, when I cannot identify all the songs by their titles (I don't even know the titles of some of the songs we've rehearsed), and have a lot of specific bass lines to play with little rehearsal and only a recording of eleven of thirty songs to practice to, that I'm going to bomb on the gig Friday.
I admit I am also afraid that Frank has lost confidence in me, and I will lose his respect and the respect of other musicians who come to the gig.
I'm going to leave it at that, and just do what I can. I hope I get a chance to get together with Frank at least twice before the gig, and straighten things out. I am going to put in some time for positive visualization, too.
And be grateful for the experience and opportunity!
Today's Weight: 203.0 lbs.
Previous Weight (4/22/19): 203.0 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: - 0.0 lbs.
Diet Comment
Food Log
Breakfast
12:40pm: A Quest bar.
Lunch
7:00pm, at Limp Lizard BBQ:
Dinner
1:30am: Cheddar cheese and steamed brussel sprouts in butter with hemp seeds.
Liquid Intake
12:40pm: A Quest bar.
Lunch
7:00pm, at Limp Lizard BBQ:
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| Cowboy salad: Grilled chicken, field greens, black bean salad, onions, tomatoes, cheese, southwest ranch dressing, pita points (half of which were not eaten). |
1:30am: Cheddar cheese and steamed brussel sprouts in butter with hemp seeds.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 0 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 72+ oz.; and a 12oz. Stella Artois and a shot of Jameson's Irish whiskey
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