You ever have one of those weekends where you're pretty disgusted with yourself come Monday morning b/c you did absolutely nothing constructive with the free time you were looking forward to the entire week before? That's how I am today. I was a complete slug all weekend and scarcely ventured out of the house. I watched B movies and played video games and read a little, but mostly I just wasted time.
I didn't work on writing any songs or taking Cassidy to the dog park or practicing my drumming or working on writing the great American novel or reading any books or watching any films of great literary importance or even working on the yard. By Sunday evening, even the dog seemed to have succumbed to my fit of lethargy and seemed unwilling to move much.
I did have Crack practice on Sunday night, and that seemed to go pretty well. Hopefully Crackbass will soon make us some CDs to listen to of our recordings from the last two Crack practices.
It's pretty amazing listening to Crack's slow, but sure transformation into a real band. We are locking into discernible grooves now, and the members of Crack seem to be getting a real feel for their instruments.
Reed inquired as to what possessed me to play drums with Crack (along with a host of other topics), and the answer is simply that Crack needed a drummer, and I had a drumset in my house (albeit not my own). The general idea of Crack was to let some people play "music" who had never been in bands before, and to do this with as little judgement and as much patience as possible, I decided that I needed to try to play an instrument that I had no experience on.
Although all bands grow organically to some degree, most of the time the process of putting together a new band involves bringing together a bunch of musicians who have already been playing and who already have well-established playing styles and influences.
Although the members of Crack are avid music fans, they don't really have any experience creating music. They're smart guys, though, and I knew it wouldn't take long before some kind of melodies (and I use that word loosely) began to emerge. Listening to see exactly what would emerge has been the fun part, as I believe the music of Crack has been shaped far more by personality and sheer force of will than by musical influences or playing styles.
It's been a fascinating process watching the band in its infancy, and I hope it continues for some time to come. As much fun as we've had with Crack, I still feel that we've barely learned to walk, in a musical, metaphorical sense.
In a final, kind of sad note, Steanso wishes to bid a fond fairwell to Ninja Boy, my goldfish. Ninja Boy was a good fish who never wanted to hurt anyone and who seemed pretty happy in his tank in my kitchen. It's not clear what got NB in the end, but he seemed to die of natural causes. Ninja Boy will be missed, and it's gonna be a real pain in the ass cleaning his tank out if I ever want to put new fish in it.