Saint Paul, Gestalt, and The Beatles.

Saint Paul, Gestalt, and The Beatles.

1 Corinthians 12:14-20

For the body does not consist of one member but of many.  If the foot should say, “Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear should say, “Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,” that would not make it any less a part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would be the sense of hearing? If the whole body were an ear, where would be the sense of smell?  But as it is, God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as he chose. If all were a single member, where would the body be?  As it is, there are many parts, yet one body.

In previous posts I wrote about Paul addressing peer pressure and being a team builder, how he understood the concept of team.

In these verses I found another example of Paul’s understanding of team.  I found another example of how he understood that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.  Paul writes about how each member of the team is important to that team.

Just like a good band. Continue reading

Your Last Perspective

Your Last Perspective

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. Continue reading

Band Back-Burnered

Band Back-Burnered

The thought of looking for a band has really been put on the back burner.  Right now I’m spending a lot of time working with and learning about recording.

The other day I was contacted by a local band with booked gigs and they were looking for a drummer.

At first that old instinct kicked in, that instinct to just say yes because it’s a band with some gigs, a working band. Continue reading

I’m Not Too Old For This Business

I’m Not Too Old For This Business

I have written on a number of occasions about my struggles in finding a working band.  Not a full time, make a living working band, just a decent local band that plays a couple a times a month or once or twice a week.

Lately I have not let this bother me as much as it has in the past.

My friend who I am looking to work with again has semi retired and moved to Florida.  He left his production company, downsized his life and is getting back into music.

I am looking forward to working with him again and we have started doing so.  I have setup my home recording studio, he has his and we send files back and forth.

This long distance writing, recording and collaborating has helped to offset the frustration I have with the local music scene.

This morning as I was getting dressed for my day job, once again the thought crossed my mind that maybe I’m just too old for this.  It’s not the first time I thought about it or have written about it. Continue reading

Twenty Six Years and Still Looking For My Crew

Twenty Six Years and Still Looking For My Crew

I wrote a piece about how I was and have been searching for a band.

What makes a band special for me is the comradery of a band, like the crew of the USS Enterprise.

I think I have experienced that type of comradery with one band in my life and also came close to experiencing that type of a working relationship when I worked in the studio in Pittsburgh.

But today I was thinking about the reality blow to the gut that I took when I left the studio and went to work in a regular non artistic business.

The studio had five or six people who worked there on a daily basis.  I was one of them and most of the others were people I had played with in the band I referenced above.

I left the studio and went to work for a distributor/manufacturer. You can’t get too much more removed from the arts then going to work for an industrial distributor.

The new company had around twenty employees when I started.

I remember one day after I had just started my new job I went into the purchasing manager’s office along with my boss. Continue reading

Can Old Guys Kick Some Ass?

Can Old Guys Kick Some Ass?

One weekend my daughter was going out with her friends and wondered if my wife and I would watch our grandson.

She asked me if I had ever heard of the local band they were going to see.   I heard of them but I never saw them play.

Then she said with a bit of disappointment “Oh, they look kind of old.”

When I looked at the band’s publicity pictures they didn’t look like a bunch of guys in their twenties but “old” is not a word that came to my mind.  To me they looked like they could have been in their mid to late thirties possibly their forties.

To someone who is in their late fifties that is not old.  Old would be watching someone my father’s age play.

I don’t mind her calling them old.  I understand it’s subjective to the viewer’s perspective. Continue reading

The Band I Left (Part VIII – The End)

The Band I Left (Part VIII – The End)

The final installment – enough’s enough.

Tomorrow night is the first gig.  Expectations are running low for the overall performance of this band.

The guys in the band are nice enough fellows but lack musical talent.

Last night we had what you would call the dress rehearsal.  I guess just getting through all the songs without any disastrous mistakes was a major victory.  But the amount of bad notes and bad timing was very disconcerting.  What really makes it bad is most of the songs these guys have been learning for over 6 months and now after almost three and a half months of rehearsals with me we have maybe two hours worth of material.

At last night’s rehearsal we didn’t get through one song without some very noticeable error.  They were mainly wrong notes and chords. Most of the songs were simple rock and roll songs from the sixties.

So here is my quandary. Continue reading