Wednesday, March 12, 2014
One day, when I have my own house, I will have a room like the one I walked into with giant speakers hanging from the wall and a nice rug under a well-maintained kit, with tube amps and halfstacks and eight channels free on a mixer and a couple of SM58's on tall stands.
And on that day, I will call my band over and we'll practice my hit songs and jam and groove like old friends as chocolate chip cookies bake in the oven in the restaurant-grade kitchen I built right next to it. We'll talk about our latest gigs, personal projects and philosophize on the state of music as we moogle and experiment and have fun.
Yes. One day, things could be different and amazing...But today, honestly, is pretty different and amazing. The last time I had a band was almost ten years ago. We were six girls practicing in my parents' living room with an electric drum kit, and I was desperately trying to teach my bandmates songs using the Suzuki method.
Today, my mother was spared the snake pit of cables that would inevitably appear on the floor and my brother was not forced to stop playing video games in the living room on my behalf. The two guys I had backing me knew how to play their instruments and we got through three songs using charts and recordings.
I know I'm not even close to achieving my goal right now, but as we play I can't help but be in a little awe as I look back and see how much has changed.