I was supposed to hang out with Jesse last weekend. We were going to jam and talk and throw around ideas, and I was really looking forward to it because we always seem to be doing something when we’re together instead of just chillin.
See, it’s right here on his schedule, between Floors and Dinner.
Unfortunately, I developed my annual case of strep throat that day and had to stay away from everyone.
Then, on Friday as I was going back through our e-mail correspondence, I realized that Jesse inviting me to play ukulele meant playing a house party on Saturday. We met up about two hours before we were on and had a very quick rehearsal to work out some parts without Nic being able to back us up, as well as extra bits and pieces of songs I figured out over the week. Being so rushed was probably a good thing; it kept my mind off the nervousness.
Turns out it was an outdoor gig playing to a group of hipsters at a barbecue, and we were opening. It didn’t go terribly well. At one point in the middle of Write Protected I screwed up the strumming so badly that we had to stop the song and restart, but we quickly picked up on a count of four and went on without another hitch. Jesse remarked that it was good practice for next time, because problems come up that you never think of when you’re in a new environment.
This time it was a tuning peg that somehow got knocked in the middle of the set. I only discovered this once the song had started — and I was the only one playing so I couldn’t stop. It must have been off by an entire semi-tone cause it totally messed up my senses and I had a hard time telling if I was even playing the right chords. It was also night by the time our set ended, and I had a hard time seeing the frets, which only added to the confusion.
Note to self: strum once to before each song to make sure the instrument is in tune.
I did, however, learn from the last show to bring a side-table to use as a stepping stool. Usually, I sit when practicing, but at the 160 Workshops show I had to stand; not being used to the posture meant I was constantly adjusting the uke in the arm between verses and coming in late in the bar as a result. I brought a little Ikea side-table this time, and it worked really well.
Even with all the glitches, as rushed and under-rehearsed as we were, it was a fantastic time and a great experience.
The next set was in the basement, with a girl and guy looking like they were kids dressed up and pretending to be Ziggy Stardust, singing to generic electronica. And people were loving it in their slow-nodding, hipster kind of way, although the weed and booze may have helped (Audra would later remark to me that it was hard to tell how into it people were cause of how cool everyone was trying to act).
I also missed seeing a very drunk Tina corner Jesse. I could totally see this being her scene.
Check out Audra sporting her stylish Hurley cap.
Jesse was being interviewed later that night and also wanted to stay to see Matt play, so the girls and I headed to grab a bite to eat. Audra bought us all pizza and drinks at a nearby pizzeria, which had the BEST CRUST I’ve ever tasted.
Before the end of the night, in a good mood and feeling safe, I admitted to Em my crush on her boyfriend. She took it well.