For the next few weeks I am practicing for my classic and modern rock show at the Grind. I’ve been working on my acoustic guitar tunes. This involves finding a secluded place in or around my house to strum away. Today’s place was my backyard on the diving board. I was careful to aim the sound away from any direct backyards, I mean, not everybody wants to hear me practice on an acoustic guitar right? Well, I found a direction that seemed to be the concert of least resistance when I saw them.
Atop the 2 story house behind us, on wavy clay shingles were a flock of crows. Funny because when I came out later to take photos, they were completely flown the coop. Hence, you see no photos of birds, only shingles. They weren’t moving in the slightest while I was playing. It was about 52 degrees outside and they seemed shocked that a barefoot 42 year old in a Beatles t-shirt reading “Let it Be” would be out there at all, much less out there to perform. That’s where it got even more Twilight Zone. As I started into the opening strum of Black Balloon by the Goo Goo Dolls, they seemed transfixed on my movements. They didn’t fly away. When do you not see crows fly away? They were hangin’ out enjoying Black Balloon. It was great because I had my imaginary audience right there. I didn’t need a P.A. system or an SM58 microphone. They seemed receptive to the message of my song. The Grind where I’ll play is much closer quarters but are people’s attention spans are longer than birds, and I had these birds.
When I segued into the High Desert classic rock acoustic sounds of Rocket Man, by Elton John, I was lost in the song. “It’s lonely out in space … I’m not the man they think I am at home … I’m a rocket man.” Birds would understand that song. I thought about what the song meant to me and how I hoped someone might enjoy it when I play it at my show. I know when I hear someone playing live out in public, when they play a song I know, I get into it. I don’t get into it because they are great or if they suck, it’s because I dig the song. That’s a good mantra for me I think. I do still get nervous after over 20 years of playing live in public venues. I think a song that gets played with the respect it deserves is all it takes to make that wonder.
Going out to hear a guy play is like hopping on a roof, listening awhile, and then flying away with all the wonder of birds, hopefully with an experience or an emotion old or new. I’ll be that guy in a couple weeks. I’ll probably feel ignored, in a people way. At the same time, people are like birds and birds don’t have to do a fist pump to show me they hear the music. It’s been almost a year since I played out, I think I’ll be ready. Until then, I’ll keep practicing my chord patterns and lyrics. I think some great moments are going to happen.