The Reunion
It was a brilliant idea, legendary even, and I was just drunk enough. Matt suggested doing a reunion gig of our old band before we all hit 40 and I enthusiastically agreed, got even more drunk and then slept the sleep of the mighty.
When I woke up the next day I was:
a) Hungover
b) Curious as to where I was
c) Regretting agreeing to the reunion gig
It was around 20 years ago we last played together, I hadn't played bass for over 10 years, I had forgotten all of the songs and I had forgotten how to play the bloody bass too.
It was time for a montage. Cue the trials, despairs, successes, a couple of weekends getting together to practice, blisters, more blisters, solitary practices and so on and so forth. I don't know what song would play over the montage but I'm sure it'd be appropriate.The day arrived with us still slightly unprepared as the last get-together-practice session got cancelled so we winged it in places.There was a great turn out, a lot more people than I was expecting. Some old faces, friends and even family were there which was great just for seeing them again. Now though I had to proove myself, show them that I can play the bass and do it rather well despite having to pretty much pick things up from scratch.
The first song was an old favourite, one that we could all play without thinking, but whatever nerves had taken hold the result was that by the end of it I was already knackered. Thankfully this faded somewhat and the rest of the gig flew by rather painlessly.
