I’m in love with it.
Okay, love might be a bit much for this conversation with myself, but I really do like it. I loved playing. Wow, there goes that word again, sorry. I really enjoyed that other people just sat there and enjoyed what we were giving out. It was wonderful that people appreciated what I couldn’t even do. Hah, I don’t think they were clapping for my mistakes, but it made me feel nice anyways.
We played a bunch of stuff that we shouldn’t have, but somewhere, between the frantic flipping between k and t, I found the right “s-song” and really learned that I’ve been putting too much thought into this. I have the ability to read the music in my sleep, and I have a pretty good understand of the layout of the pan. What I don’t have is any confidence. So guess what I did! I just gave up, and BOOM, I’m playing. Ladies and gentleman, that is the epitome of awesomeness. Wow. I am still in amazement.
I figure at some point I should maybe dance with everyone else. I watched the video my parents made of it, and even I will admit that it looks like it contains trace-amounts of fun. Also, Take On Me is a great song.
Yea for Steel Band!