Sitting in Mrs F and Shipscooks dining room last night, strumming away on my guitar – I happened to comment on the fact that my right hand picking technique had gone crap again. Shipscook spake “You should get in another band then”
Which would be good for making me learn more things to a deadline and practice more as when you play just for pleasure you get lazy. But the big problem is, and always has been my inability to drive. So any band you join has to have one member that lives local enough to you to pick you up for rehearsals and gigs. Cabs are an option but the price can get a bit much. And you have to talk to the cab driver – which is actually less preferable than getting a lift from the drummer and having to talk to him about hitting things very hard for the duration of the journey.
Cookie then went on to suggest that I form a country and western band with Mrs F singing. Fair enough, he did it with “a look” on his face and an evil grin because he knew what my reaction would be.
He knows I am not a fan of C&W, and Mrs F and I have a running joke about her singing voice. It is very clear and rather low for a woman, not saying she’s butch, but it is not what you would call a Rock N’ Roll voice. It is actually nice, but don’t tell her I said it. It’s the sort of voice that you would imagine luring the young men of the village off into the dark forest on a summers night, never to be seen again.
:P
It would actually be more suited to one of those gothy metal bands where the girl does all the sweetly sung verses and the blokes go snarly apeshit in the chorus. With big de tuned guitars going chugga chugga.
Well we could do that, but how sad would two 40 some things look doing all that stuff eh?
So I will just have to work out a proper practice routine and start playing along to compilation CD’s again till my hands strengthen up.
