THIS IS SO TRUE IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. (It doesn't have anything to do with the title of this entry though. Why would you think a thing like that? Pervs.)
Ahem. So anyway, today: 1. Crashed and burned in bio (lab) 2. Crashed and burned in Odyssey (presentation of giant group project) 3. Had first band practice. Which was interesting, and involved a lot of... staring. sigh
Practice started out with Dave, Julian, Matt and me. We decided to play the song that Julian and I wrote. Matt asked us what he should do. We said that none of us knew anything about drums. The three of us played the song so that he could hear what it sounded like.
"Um, Dave," I said after we were done, "...What the hell were you doing?" "Um... Playing random notes. I have no idea what Elijah did for the bassline to this." "Okay. Can you... not do that next time?"
At this point, Rob walked in. He greeted us, looked around, and then said, "Didn't Greg Odechowski used to be your drummer?"
"Yeah, he couldn't make it to the performance," said Julian.
"...And by 'couldn't make it,' we mean, 'didn't feel like it,'" I said.
"Good, because that kid's kind of... a penis." Dave and I kind of snorted, and Julian let out some high-pitched, explosive laughter. "What are you guys playing?"
"It's called, 'Just Like That'" said Julian. "We wrote it."
"Play it."
We did. Matt kind of joined in, but faded in and out several times, unable to keep up. Everyone ignored him.
"Dave... What the hell were you doing?" "Hey, do you have a better bassline?"
"Actually, I do." He went over to Dave, motioned for him to hand over the bass, and said, "Aidan, play." He proceeded to play a catchy, original bassline that went with the chord progression exactly.
"Hey Rob," I said. "Do you want to just do the performance with us?" He shrugged. "Yeah, alright." "Dave, you're playing trumpet." "Psh. Fine."
Ah, I love the way musicians organize things.
Later, Noah came in, and it looked for a while like he would be willing to take over the drum part. (He didn't.) Dave laughed. "It would be funny if like, Jay came in..." "Then like, Jeff Koffman comes in..." said Julian "Jimi Hendrix comes in..." Rob gasped. "Jimi Hendrix!" he said seriously. "I thought he was dead!"
We got through Just Like That a few times and jammed on some other stuff before we were kicked out of the band room by the elementary school all town band.
"So... What about Matt?" said Julian as we were attempting to cram ourselves and our instruments into my mother's car after practice. "What about Matt?" (I knew perfectly well what about Matt. He sucked.) He made a face. "He got better during the rehearsal. By the end he was playing Just Like That fine." He made another face. "Well what do you want to do about him?" "I don't know. This is just another one of those awkward situations that there's no way to solve tactfully."
It's true. It's my fault too. Completely my fault. I screwed us over just because Noah freaks me out, and now there's no way to get out of it. And Julian was all like... Disappointed. Damnit.
Why are there so many sucky drummers!? Where do they all come from?
Ugh, there are like, four different things I have to get together musically by Chrismas Eve and the day before Christmas Eve. I haven't started getting any of them together yet. I am screwed.
Oh, we got PSAT scores back the other day. This made me feel a lot better about my friends being smarter than me. Granted, this is still true, but according to our PSAT scores, I am still within one percent of them. Um... The top one percent.
It's nice when you are given a number and you can use that number to tell other people you are better than them.
Sorry about the short, bad entries I've been producing lately. I would like to obsess, but I don't have time to.
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