I auditioned tonight with an all T-Girl rock band. They were looking for a bass player and in conversation with the rhythm guitarist I mentioned, jokingly, that I played bass in a band... when I was in 8th grade! Okay, so I'm 21, 35, 42, 49, okay 55 now and it's been a while. I told them upfront all I can really offer is vocals and I'm limited at that. I can't hit high notes but neither can Lurch.
So they put a bass guitar in my hand and I'm like "What?" I looked at the girl who plays the thing like she was born with it in her hands and said, "The last time I picked up a bass guitar was in 1965." I think they got it then.
So they start jamming and open it to me to sing. A few of the songs were tough to hit certain notes but I'm just coming off a cold. No matter, I was less than impressed with myself. But they seemed pretty positive.
I had to leave but it seemed they all were for me becoming part of the band.
We're scheduled to jam this weekend.
Cindi, I may have to steal your jammin' guitarist avatar!
Julie