We rocked our Keysters off. . .. . .
Well, we survived. A two night stand in our home town. I played 3 shows yesterday. I can hardley keep my eyes open to type this. It was a great weekend of music. Friday night josh davis opened the show. Saturday it was towncrier. Josh joined us on stage a little bit as did several other great musicians over the course of two shows this weekend. Josh Davis and the tail chasers, Towncrier, Jerry Lorensen, Travis Ballstadt, Stephanie Walsmith (my wife).
My three shows on Saturday. . . .
There is an amazing excitment stirred by performing a show (or 2) for a sold out crowd at a bar in your own home town. The crowd radiating energy that somehow slams into the band on stage and is slingshot back into the audience in the form of raw peformance. I know that no matter how tired or worn out I am when I hit the stage there will be enough to go around and then some. It is an exhileration I wish everyone could experience.
Still sometimes I wonder why we do it .. . . are people listening, or they just there to party? Are the stories falling on nerve deaf ears?
Borders books. A listening crowd. Some people there to hear intimate versions of songs they usually hear under piles of guitars and through veils of smoke. some people held captive by the lyrics, some by the fact that they came to study and are too polite to get up and leave during the music. Telling stories, singing songs, people laughing, requesting, questioning. An exchange with an audience.
Still sometimes I wonder why we do it. . . . are we making a difference? Are we contributing to society? Is it just a selfish need for accolades and applause. A pat on the back from a hundred people.
A habitat for humanity benefit in a park on a beautiful Autumn Saturday. An event organized by two 8th graders with a little help from their parents. The audience, a group of people who only need an excuse to do something to help make a difference. To lend a helping hand or a buck. The music, the excuse.
This is why we do it. . . . to make a difference. To help people build houses, to tell people a story that makes them think, or to give people an excuse to dance and get away from it all for a couple of hours on a saturday night.
what a fullfilling spectrum of shows.
Now I can close my eyes.
My three shows on Saturday. . . .
There is an amazing excitment stirred by performing a show (or 2) for a sold out crowd at a bar in your own home town. The crowd radiating energy that somehow slams into the band on stage and is slingshot back into the audience in the form of raw peformance. I know that no matter how tired or worn out I am when I hit the stage there will be enough to go around and then some. It is an exhileration I wish everyone could experience.
Still sometimes I wonder why we do it .. . . are people listening, or they just there to party? Are the stories falling on nerve deaf ears?
Borders books. A listening crowd. Some people there to hear intimate versions of songs they usually hear under piles of guitars and through veils of smoke. some people held captive by the lyrics, some by the fact that they came to study and are too polite to get up and leave during the music. Telling stories, singing songs, people laughing, requesting, questioning. An exchange with an audience.
Still sometimes I wonder why we do it. . . . are we making a difference? Are we contributing to society? Is it just a selfish need for accolades and applause. A pat on the back from a hundred people.
A habitat for humanity benefit in a park on a beautiful Autumn Saturday. An event organized by two 8th graders with a little help from their parents. The audience, a group of people who only need an excuse to do something to help make a difference. To lend a helping hand or a buck. The music, the excuse.
This is why we do it. . . . to make a difference. To help people build houses, to tell people a story that makes them think, or to give people an excuse to dance and get away from it all for a couple of hours on a saturday night.
what a fullfilling spectrum of shows.
Now I can close my eyes.
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