Today was the rehab center gig. It actually went pretty well, or at least a hell of a lot better than last time. I was really nervous last night and when I showed up at Dave's rather early this morning for practice, because we'd never even really practiced all together. I figured we were pretty screwed. But it was actually a really productive practice. We worked everything out. I even got Dave to change the bassline to the Jethro Tull thing so that it sounded less screwed up. And the performance went really well. We got Greg to play softly and we didn't scare the old people away with our amps. We kept hearing people saying "Wow. This is really good jazz." The classical people did well too, and we kind of alternated so nobody got tired of either style. The only person who did at all badly was Ivy. And she did pretty badly. I'm pretty sure it was unrehearsed. So I guess I should just feel bad for her. But... I don't.
We also had a pretty good time socially at practice and in the car on the way there. I like working with Dave and Julian at the same time. I think there's a good group dynamic there. I really hope we get that ska band going. I love ska.
Anyway, for being such a good performance, it left me feeling strangely empty. I came home and didn't really know what to do with myself. I ended up talking to Tom online, but it wasn't much of a conversation since he's extremely depressed since Katherine dumped him. The conversation started with him saying that life sucks and ended with me mentioning that I was listening to Christmas music and him saying, "I hate Christmas music," and signing off without saying goodbye. He didn't seem depressed yesterday, but I suppose I usually act fine in front of people when I'm depressed. Which I guess I still am, judging by the way I feel right now. Huh.
I suppose I should be thinking about things I want to ask my great aunt when I interview her tomorrow for my 20th century project. But I'm really tired, so I'll probably just go to bed soon.
And I have that feeling of needing to create something but having no inspiration or energy. That's why I'm writing, and why it's not coming out to be very meaningful.
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