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Current mood:inspired and anxious
Garth here...
The first time I attempt anything, be it hanging out with a new acquaintence, attending a writing group, writing for a group, writing a song with a new group people, or just running a new instance in [insert random MMO with instances], the first time is always fun, slightly awkward, and the stress/fun equation usually comes out in a positive [positive as in good...not as if the equation could generate a non-real number answer]. When it comes to first times I usually come away from them looking forward to the second...well actually the third.
Seconds are almost always crap for me. I usually find myself meritting "seconds" the next day over coffee. As I sip, I ponder whether or not my "seconds" truly suck or if they are somehow a self-fulfilling prophecy. Does the first time at anything suck just as bad and I just don't notice it as much? Am I too caught up in the newness to not realize that things aren't going as well as I imagine they are? A prime example: the first time I fought someone in the ring (back in Junior High) the fight went well. I "stuck to my guns" relied on my fitness over my lack of skill to deliver punches the entire match. I never stopped throwing punches--I was too afraid to. My father pointed out later that I didn't "sting like a bee" rather I came on like an entire hornets nest. Herein lies my point: after hearing my father's comment, pride swelled in my chest. I told myself that that was my style. "Walk softly and carry a hornets nest..." Unfortunately, my next fight did not go so well. Any surprise that I lost my second fight? I fought with the same "style" and ferver, and the guy was relatively the same skill level. The terms "hometown decision" and "ref's son" were thrown around a bit. At the time, I chalked it up to "subpar seconds".
What does this long diatribe have to do with? Well, last night, we had our second Catnipped jam session--second...kind of. Shane and I jammed friday night for the first time and that session was, not to my surprise, slightly more inspiring as compared to last night. My arms were sore, and my callouses were not exactly developed to the painless variety that will occur some time in the next few days. We were also incorporating several other instruments that we hadn't the previous day: synthesizer, vocals, keyboard, guitar synth, and some other pieces of equipment that Jason has the knack of making them produce really cool sounds that I've never heard in nature or on any album.
However, this was not my second time to jam with Jason. We've jammed several times in the past primarily working on the "Poet of Funk" songs that he writes, records, and produces by himself. One of the problems that we were dealing with lies in the act of adapting the dynamic that Shane and I developed the day before with the dynamic that Jason and I have developed over the past year. Some might suggest that my rule of seconds breaks down here...a lot of firsts last night, and firsts are usually pretty great...but I think the firsts were muddled by the overpowering olfactory of the subar seconds--they're just that powerful. Or will it be the third...because we did take a lengthy break for dinner...Mindy grilled pizza. That's write, grilled...as in outdoors on charcoal briquettes. Pretty kick-butt if I do say so myself. And we were more productive after dinner...but then again that would make it the second with Jason and Shane...but not if you consider all the times before...oh the deconstruction! And I used an exclamation point...this is going nowhere fast.
On a lighter and more productive note, a buddy of mine from down the street came by to take some pictures of us jamming for this site. He has his own photo company named Tardis Photography [see friend's list]. We should have them up sometime next week. He's an excellent artist.
As far as our sound goes, we have three at the moment. Not sure if we're going to record today, if we do then it probably won't be polished. We'll have a meeting as to whether or not we want to post that stuff.
Sorry for the long blog...is this a long a blog? I've never blogged...this is my first--can't wait for the second.
have fun and read (banned books are always fun),
Garth
4:13 PM
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