So in the previous post, we were celebrating our mediocrity. Now we have been asked to despair in it. Someone/Something I’ve always wished I was?
Ever since high school ended, I’ve wished I was in a band – and not the cool kind. Not the kind that earns you millions and gets you the chicks. I’m not interested in the millions or the chicks.
I miss the driving beats, the thump from the timpani you feel throughout your whole body. I miss being part of a musical machine. I miss bouncing back and forth while the tubas play “hey baby”. I miss the wall of sound.
Like I said in the Christmas post for some reason, I recently took my saxophone out of its case and played a few things on it. I was surprised at how easily it came back. Of course I wouldn’t have the same stamina as I had when I practiced every day, but all the notes came out. My fingers moved almost on their own.
It felt soooooo good to play that thing again.
So that’s what it is. I miss being a part of a band. I miss the Christmas songs, I miss the pop covers, I miss playing classic rock adaptations during halftime. I miss sitting in the orchestra pit and not actually seeing a single musical during high school. I miss it more than I think I understand.
Not sure how to end this one. I’m not going to resolve to join a community band or anything, because I don’t know if there is one, and I don’t think I’d go through with it. Who knows?
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