.:the tables turned:.
i’m was pretty used to being the ringleader of my band. note the words ‘my band’. therefore, it’s weird to think that i had to ‘tryout’ for a band…and face the possibility of being turned down.
which…my cynic’s mind tells me that i have indeed been turned down in not so many words. and i honestly don’t feel too bad about it or anything.
for those of you not reading all of my posts, i tried out for a band here last week on wednesday after six months of not having played a whole heck of a lot. it went very well, but they didn’t make a decision there. they had me come back tonight, which was fine. everything went well tonight too. at the end of the night, the guy who heads the thing up says, ’so we’ll (meaning the four current guys) jam this wednesday and then we’ll give you a buzz and let you know. we haven’t really talked much about it. but it has definitely been great playing with you.’
so i’ve done this enough times now to know that this is the speech you generally give someone that has tried out that isn’t going to work. but everything has gone so well. personalities clicked. swell music was made. melodies were put to some songs that didn’t have melodies before. everything gel’d nicely.
being completely objective…i don’t think i’m going to work because i suck or anything. i don’t think i’ll work because:
a) they have a perfectly good singer/guitar player. he’s a little rough around the edges, but his vocal style actually fits pretty well. i would say with some more experience and some informal vocal training, he could refine what he’s got.
b) my voice is a little too clean for what they are doing. i’m humble and introspective enough to know that i don’t exactly have a super-alternative geared voice. i definitely have a more ‘pop’ sounding voice.
i’m not upset…or depressed…or angry…or whatever. it’s kind of ‘business as usual’ i suppose. i quite honestly woudn’t be my first pick if i were in their position. i would actually keep the current guy singing.
but that’s just my own humble opinion.
here’s the part that is making me a little…i don’t know…annoyed? annoyed isn’t really the right word. anxious? yeah, maybe that’s it. anxious. what’s making me anxious is that i really would not like it if they don’t get back in touch with me. as i said, i hit it off well with them…and one of the guitar players i actually hung out with last weekend. he’s a good guy, and we’ve got a lot in common. so it would really suck if i just got the big blow off.
the other thing that i don’t want to happen is just get an e-mail saying, ‘duuuuude…you’re good, but you don’t fit.’ i’d rather hear something like that in person. jesus…my feelings aren’t going to be hurt or anything. again, i feel like this is business as usual.
the funny and relatively ironic thing is that if this were me, i’d most likely try to make it as comfortable as possible…meaning that i’d probably e-mail or something. or pray that the phone didn’t pick up and i could just leave a message or something like that. why? well, with me it’s the fact that i have this empathetic streak. i really have no desire to hurt someone’s feelings…even if i know that i probably won’t. it’s really hard to tell someone that they aren’t going to work out in person when it comes to this kind of stuff.
oh well…i’m not going to think too hard about it, as it’s really not THAT important. just thought i’d spew some random thoughts out there.
next up: re-living the baseball days. for some odd reason, i’ve been thinking a lot about having played baseball. i haven’t thought about that in awhile. i used to have fond memories of baseball until i moved to cincinnati and met two idiots who enjoyed making my life as miserable as possible. normally, i’d say, ‘i’m changing the names to protect the innocent…’ or whatever. but in this case, i don’t give a rat’s ass because i STILL don’t like these two characters…and i am therefore going to name them.
but not now…
i’ll name ‘em in the story. and then maybe we can find them out there on the world wide interweb thinger and then we can send them lots of e-mails telling them how stupid and ass-hattish they used to be.
