A thing I have always appreciated is how when we get together everybody seems to get a sense of the collective mood and we jam accordingly. Some nights we focus on trying to get a tricky cover to sound right. Some nights we compose an original song. Some nights we jam freeform and maybe stumble on something we love. Some nights we randomly pick songs we know and try a few we don’t know. Some nights we only play a few songs and tell stories and laugh. Now that I think of it, we laugh no matter what.
There have been many times over the past five years playing with these cool gifted friends where I’ve thought something like, “wow, how do people that don’t get to play in fun bands manage to survive?” I guess I will find out. Or, find a fun band. Preferably with these guys in it.
Among the favorite memories of my few months visiting TRU were the Tuesday’s at The Olds getting a taste of the experience you describe. Great times indeed and great people.
Breaking band is breaking up? snifffffff.
Is that Dave’s dog in the featured image?
Breaking Band can never die… like the Pawnshop Guitar, we traverse the world on new journeys, but always reminisce/long for our original subversive roots in the Bassment – trying to conquer the competitive market of small-town cover bands with a twist of eclectic originals and general tomfoolery
Say it ain’t so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na