memories of music

As I was driving to work today, I noticed a familiar sticker on the car in front of me. When we hit a stoplight, I was able to confirm that the vehicle in fact did have a sticker from my old band Analog Revolution. This blew me a way a little bit, as we were never all that popular on the scene. No massive following for us, in spite of original songs of which I'm still proud.

So seeing the sticker did in fact make me feel kind of proud...for a minute or so. Then I recognized another sticker on the car, and then I figured out that the car was in fact my old Buick, and whomever bought it just never bothered to peel off the old stickers. So my initial emotional high ended up turning into yet another example of "ah, that's life."

It did, however, make me wish more people saw that band. I do what I do because I have to, mostly for the sake of my own mental health. But doing music is still communication, and I do want people to hear my work. Sharing your efforts is an inevitable part of the process, and I am exceedingly proud of  my music. I just want enough people to come see me so no one gives me the old Gong Show hook.

I also want people to come see the newest version of my band. I'm thrilled to have musicians play with me who like my stuff, and it's wonderful to be able to present the songs in a fuller set-up. I am (coincidentally) playing tonight at Howard's Club H at 9pm. It will be the first time I've played there since January, and the first time I'm with my band since 2015. If you're in the area, please come. I will even have you home at a reasonable hour!