Friend of Leo's
- Nov 11, 2012
- Appleton, WI, States
Can’t top your story OP. Not even close.
A philosophy professor once told me that a philosopher is just someone who loves philosophy. Like that, I see musicianship now as a continuum, as it's a never ending journey. I've had the pleasure to play with more than one outstanding younger pro musician (in their late 20s) who just enjoy making good music with others (they each had sat in with our band at times). They readily say that everyone is somewhere on their own path, dismissing any self-effacing comments. It's a refreshing attitude and very freeing. Just keep at it!I’m not sure why some people have to label themselves and others and then parse each label to create some artificial pecking order. It’s more important how we think of ourselves than how others think of us. You want to call yourself a musician? Who am I to argue?
That suit represented stability to her - she apparently found that ‘boring’ and wanted more drama than you were able to give. Some women (and men) I’ve known couldn’t feel truly alive without a good dose of drama in their lives. Congrats on dodging that bullet!She complained, you play the stuff my dad likes and in a suit.
The writer (who had bitten his tongue — shredded it, in fact — in too many similar conversations) blurted, "What a coincidence! When I retire, I plan to operate on someone's brain!"
Great story...kept me enthralled until the end.A friend sent me this well-known meme now that’s its common knowledge amongst them that I write and produce pop, dance and K-Pop tracks after years of playing mostly jazz and looking down at their pop sensibilities,
It made me think of memorable moments in my social life that were centred around my being a professional musician…
Way back in the in 1981, one of my neighbours had a barbeque and I met his utterly charming sister, a single 20 something like me. She was excited when she found out that I was a “professional musician”, i.e. my full time job.
We arranged to go an date and I suggested she come watch me work (so I could duly impress her) and then we could go for a late night romantic meal. So roll on Saturday night and there was yours truly in his finest wedding tuxedo and bow tie, in the pit band doing a Morecambe and Wise special at the old Rediffusion studios now owned by Lee International in Wembley (where we both lived).It was my best paid gig as I got double scale and golden as it was the weekend and after 5pm, plus I was playing in a top rated TV show watched by millions, what could possibly go wrong?
After the show, she came down to the green room and after a few drinks and some banter with the totally charming Eric Morecambe , off we went to a little faux French bistro a few doors down.
I couldn’t help noticing she didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic and as we got to the coffees and black forest gateau ( folks this was 1981 and I was showing my exceptional gourmand taste) I asked her what was wrong.
She rather sadly told me that when she heard I was a professional musician , that it would be something like Pink Floyd or Blondie etc. She complained, you play the stuff my dad likes and in a suit.
We finished our meal and went our separate ways, me to another few decades of session, pit band and cruises then starting and selling a web agency, finally returning to sessions, writing and producing. She got married to a local jack the lad turned property developer and moved to sunny Spain.
The meme made me curious as to what had happened to her: Knowing she now lived in Dorset, very near me (through her brother), we met for a coffee a few days ago: It turns out out she had a pretty wild ride for the past four decades including five marriages. Her first one ended when jack the lad turned out to more of fraudster than a business man and ran off to hide in Greece and was subsequently jailed for 10 years. Her latest lasted two years until he ran off to Thailand with her teenage daughters best friend, also a teenager.
I also noted there was an awful lot of hand touching , complementing me on my still shoulder length hair and hugging going on and then she leant over and asked,
“So you are still a musician?”
“Yes” I replied
“and I’ve still got that tuxedo that your dad liked so much.”
I’d love to hear of your musically influenced encounters.
Just make sure to answer the forms and answer questions in Haiku or iambic pentameter. They will realize you have absolutely no chance at a straight job and the money will flow like wine.My brother-in-law told me that when I apply at the unemployment office I should tell them I'm a poet.