Uncle Vinnie
Gold Supporting Member
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2017
- Messages
- 10,091
- Reaction score
- 24,398
Played at the local assisted living center today, first time since the plague: As a matter of fact, I last played there in Feb. of 2020 and the next month things went to shit.
Had my repertoire all written out, songs by Sinatra, Nat Cole ... I mean songs these people grew up with that I had played for years and rehearsed aplenty. Had my equipment checked to make sure everything was working properly.
About a dozen folks showed up.
From the first note it fell apart. I was nervous as hell, sweating like a pig, the fingers had minds of their own and went wherever the hell they wanted to (which was usually a fret other then where I was hoping they would go), my voice cracked, throat went dry, I forgot chord progressions, forgot lyrics ... F'n nightmare! The absolute worst I've ever played in my entire life.
One lady ... she had to be 90-years old or nearly so stood up, and I thought I heard her mutter under her breath "fuck this shit" as she was leaving. It was that bad.
But they were kind and asked me to come back again but, man, I am spooked.
Next time I think I'll have a beer before playing to quiet the nerves. What a disaster.
Had my repertoire all written out, songs by Sinatra, Nat Cole ... I mean songs these people grew up with that I had played for years and rehearsed aplenty. Had my equipment checked to make sure everything was working properly.
About a dozen folks showed up.
From the first note it fell apart. I was nervous as hell, sweating like a pig, the fingers had minds of their own and went wherever the hell they wanted to (which was usually a fret other then where I was hoping they would go), my voice cracked, throat went dry, I forgot chord progressions, forgot lyrics ... F'n nightmare! The absolute worst I've ever played in my entire life.
One lady ... she had to be 90-years old or nearly so stood up, and I thought I heard her mutter under her breath "fuck this shit" as she was leaving. It was that bad.
But they were kind and asked me to come back again but, man, I am spooked.
Next time I think I'll have a beer before playing to quiet the nerves. What a disaster.
Last edited: