Trey Bone played last night at the keyboard player’s birthday. It went well, and we were received much better than we deserved—probably because of the twin margarita machines. A singer in a band I used to play with once claimed that the band was sponsored by his favorite brewery. He would tell the audience, “The more you drink, the better we sound.”
One of the highlights was jamming with FRM. Somehow, we never did that when we both lived in the same house.
Another was finding a new nickname for the band. Since “Trey Bone” is a pun on
Today I am grateful again for music. I can’t count the number of times it has gotten me through rough times. Of course, it also helped me get into some of those rough times, but that is a different story.
I am never so comfortable as when jamming with musicians I trust—musically, that is. The intense listening that goes with playing something you are making up as you go is just wonderful. Music becomes a conversation. I remembered some of that last night. It reminded me that I would like to play more and rehearse less.