The other day, R organized a farewell-I-think-I'm-leaving-the-band-for-unconvincing-reasons-belated-by-two-and-a-half-months-birthday-lunch at her place of work and invited me and K. If that sounds confusing, it was. At first, it was great to sit down together as a three-piece unit again and I thought we were going to slide back into step with one another and start talking music. And although R fairly knocked herself out to put the birthday message in front of her half-embraced departure message, in the end, K and I found ourselves walking down the street wondering aloud what had just happened. I said, "Well, at least I know now that R has remained ambiguous," at which he chuckled.
K and I did raise the possibility of performing in the studio again with R as we sat talking over the fine cake she had baked for me, but I don't think he is under any illusion, and certainly I am not, either. She had nothing to say about the band and looked anxious as K and I discussed how to rearrange one number.
That was a sayonara that lacked only the clarity and courage of a respectful goodbye.
K has a great sense for how to carry himself and during the whole lunch said neither too much nor too little. As we stood on the street afterwards, having left R to meet up with another friend, we talked about not giving up and about hiring guest musicians on occasion rather than trying to pin down a perfect third member. Thanks to his bright attitude, I'm ready to turn the page and get working on new material. That would be the most productive way to spend the coming days and weeks. I am not going to waste more time trying to analyze the mind of our former bass player.
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