A few months before we made our move to Florida I spent a couple of days in our new home cleaning and getting ready for the big move.
One of the things I did while I was in Florida was I got together with my friend who was a band mate and mentor in my younger days. We were looking to put a band together once my wife and I made the move.
We went to see two other musicians who perform as a duo and sometimes as a trio with my friend. The four of us were thinking about becoming a band.
My friend had been telling me all about these two performers and how much he liked their musical skills and style. He told me their age. One was a year older and one was a year younger than me.
So on the second night of this trip my friend and I drove about forty five minutes to see this duo play.
We pull up to the bar which is in an ordinary suburban strip mall. We walk in and there as always is the entertainment shoved into whatever corner the bar owner can find.
When I first looked at these two guys I was a bit taken back. I thought to myself, “Man, they are old.”
Then I paused and realized, my God, they are basically the same age as me, I must look that old.
I knew their age going in. So why was my first reaction to think how old they looked?
The reason for my surprise was due to my point of view. It was based on my last perspective of going to see a band with my friend.
The last time my friend and I did something like this, scouting bands and other musicians was over thirty years ago when we were in our late twenties and early thirties. We’d walk into clubs and bars to see hip young musicians, guys who were the same age as us.
That was my point of reference and for some stupid reason that is what I was expecting to see, hip, young musicians.
Maybe the fact that most of the time I really don’t feel that much older than I did when I was in my twenties and thirties had something to do with it as well. Although I did have to fight to stay awake that night and not because the band was boring or I had some drinks but because I’m just getting old.
The point is, it’s funny how your perspective is based on your last experience.
So when I’m playing I’ll have to get over the gray haired, balding man on stage. And that man is me.
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