Practice Doesn’t Always Make Perfect
So I talked myself in to singing with Mark LaMoreaux’s band. He asked. What’s a girl to do? It’s been quite awhile and I’m feeling a little rusty, but I enjoyed the practice last Tuesday night.
This time, we only have three opportunities to practice. Mr. LaMoreaux is a pro and doesn’t sweat the same stuff I do. Either that or he doesn’t notice it. Or our standards are very different. If it were up to me, all we’d do is practice. Standing in front of people brings an element I’m not comfortable with. I forget to sing loud enough for anyone to hear. If I don’t, Mr L will crank up the volume and then you can hear me in Texas. So whatever I’ve got by Wednesday night, our last night of practice, is all I’m gonna give.
Friday night we’ve got a gig at a local pub. We’ll play some rock, some blues, something that sorta resembles jazz, and some stuff I have no idea what category it fits in. I’ll wear black and try to disappear in to the corner. This is proof that I have lost my mind.
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8 Responses to “Practice Doesn’t Always Make Perfect”
I think you should record it to share with your pals afar!
Ha! It’ll be a cold day in the hot place before I do that.
Well, with the way global warming is going….
I would practice all of the time too……..
But I would still be alone most of the time!
Mr. L
Musicians. They’re a flaky bunch.
Honestly, I’m jealous. Being on stage is just fine by me (just don’t make me go to a party and mingle…now that is terrifying), but I don’t have any opportunities. So I’ll enjoy vicariously through you!
I wish we had known about it ahead of time! We would have come!
We had fun. But honestly, you didn’t miss anything.