It's funny. Before the pandemic our band was hitting a sort of peak. Playing some of the finest rock clubs in the land. We were having it and being seen by lots of folks. First class, professionally-run establishments. Great sound. Great crowds. A good time. Those times are gone for the foreseeable future. For us, and pretty much the rest of the world too.
The pandemic hit, and we were back to playing for ourselves, in the kitchen, in the bedroom. Close quarters, just the two of us, playing for our little birdies, our voices echoing thru our apartment.
Then we started to venture out, playing at the park with a couple of our fellow musicians. Masked, physically-distant. It reminded us of the energy, inspiration and good vibes of playing music with a group of people. All acoustic.
I was starting really get back to an acoustic guitar sound. So organic. Yesterday, we finally played on the sidewalk in front of a record store with our P.A. all set up. Electricity. Totally juiced. The vocals up front, a bit of boost on my acoustic guitar, accompanied by a violinist and percussionist.
It was glorious.
Slowly building back up to that bigger sound. But, you know, it has been instructive and gratifying getting back to base, back to the basics. We were all masked. We all stayed a safe distance from each other. The crowd played by the same rules too.
It's the new normal.
