Thanks Rick, I mean I'll play with anybody who has a modicum of talent, but there is something indescribable when there's a fit. My brother and I play so well together (Blood?) it's like breathing. He rides right on top, letting me just lay it down; no competing even on the most kickass stuff...even without a drummer. Power. He's so good. I've watched him play with some incredible talents.
He's courteous, waiting on his nod, and his rhythm is so perfectly timed. We were talking after and I said that's what I'm talking about the difference is. The difference? Huh? says he...
Your bass man could easily be a better musician than me, training wise; he can sight sing, etc., pick out complex chords, etc...but he can't drive like I do. It's just a pushing thing sounds like I'm bragging but I'm really not. I'm rusty as hell, but I do, I still got it.
He looked at me and started shaking his head. What? I almost yelled. He said this whole county is a graveyard for musicos with any talent. If you were in a town with real musicians, he said, you'd have so much work...sweet to hear. I felt better cause things don't work out for me the way I hope, so often here. I don't fit. and I really do wonder if it's me sometimes.
Jungle Jim says they're afraid of me. Nah, says I, they just don't wanna play blues, blues/rock or anything that requires dynamics or practice or *GASP* harmonies. It's full scale frontal assault at volume 10 or nothing even behind the vocals.
Probably sounds like I'm is ranting, nah. I'm gonna ease back into it. Coupla towns over there is a club run by "2 Blues Broads", where I've been invited to the blues jam. OKAY THEN!
MuchLikey
FDOL
Rock On & Keep the FAITH
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Blues From the Bottoms