I’m a bit sad right now. Because of Memorial Day, we didn’t rehearse Monday. Todd is going out of town for a family reunion, so I don’t get to rock Friday, either. No gigs this weekend, obviously.
On the plus side, that gives me some time to write and to improve my pitiful skills (time to spin that Paul Gilbert DVD a bit!).
But I can’t tell you how much I miss have a speaker cabinet blaring monster guitar tone at me. And the wonderful feeling of a perfectly executed dual guitar harmony line. And the sharp blast of a pinch harmonic. And watching Chris drop a drum stick - okay, not so much on that last one!
I really love practicing and collaborating. It’s a really good time. I can arrive at practice tired, hungry, in a foul mood. But the rock heals me. Truly it does. It’s worth driving in traffic, the stench of the studio bathroom permeating the hallway and even the mound of keys, retinal scan and body cavity search required to enter the building.
But remember - as much as I like practice … I love playing live AT LEAST THREE TIMES AS MUCH!
