I turned 26 this week. That’s such a gross age, it’s not fun to think about. It makes me want to reminisce on my youthful days and all the good times I had. One thing that just came to mind was when I used to play music at bars by myself in college. One time I was playing this set at this loud bar, and I really had it cranked up and was hitting this awesome high note. Everyone liked it so much that they were all yelling “Oooooh” at me and stuff. Some people were even giving me the thumbs down, probably because they wanted me to tone down the awesomeness because it was too much for them to handle. This one dude came up to me in between songs and was yelling about how something smelled bad, it was so loud in there that I couldn’t really hear him. I was just smiling and nodding. Who knows, maybe I forgot to wear deodorant that day or something. Then I took a break and was talking to the bartender, and he said that he really liked my first set! So much so, he didn’t think I could do any better so there wasn’t even any need to play a second set! I was honored to hear him say that because he had been working there a long time and heard a lot of good bands play. So I packed up my stuff and when I started walking towards the door, people started clapping. Once I walked outside the place had erupted into a huge cheer, all in honor of me. It was awesome, it really made me feel good inside.
August 29, 2008
