Dude, you're married to a ROCKER? I had no idea.Tye dye, huh? Are they like, Grateful Dead-y? (We should get Dead Air Daisy over here!)
Yes! I am married to a kickass bass player. Who is also pretty darn good on drums. And can play guitar, though he doesn't much these days because he is all about the bass and drums.He is the guy who broke his leg in 3 places, and played the gig all weekend anyway, and went to the hospital the following Monday, and spent last summer with pins in his leg. He rocks, hardcore ;)He also can manage to find a tune on a piano. Or a recorder. Or, I think, probably any musical instrument on the planet. But he is mostly a bassist. I haven't heard the new band play--so I am not sure WHAT they'll be like! But I think they'll do a range of cover tunes, mostly classic-to-modern rock but with the occasional country song to make his drummer happy.And if I can convince them to put in some blues, or something funky so Hubby can show off his slap, I would be EVER so pleased. He's also kinda cute. You can see him here, with his old band:http://www.myspace.com/mikeybashand here, with his REALLY old band:http://www.bolt.com/mikeybash
may I mention?I LOVE being married to a musician.it's the best.
Yes, being married to a musician is great. It also amuses me, because before I met him, I was not one of those "groupie chicks". I did not have a musician fetish. And he was not playing much music, those days, either---but I am glad he got back into it. And I just loooove watching him carrying that big bass around. Or hitting things with sticks.
It also amuses me, because before I met him, I was not one of those "groupie chicks". I did not have a musician fetish. And he was not playing much music, those days, either---but I am glad he got back into it.me neither. And Antiprince had just left the band he was in, sold all his instruments and gear, had determined to move on from the music world.and he said to me "I'm a musician."and I said to him "BS. I don't see any instruments, you don't have any gear lying around, you're not a musician."I was wrong.
Ah, Anti.When I met Hubby, he had sold most of his gear. I loaned him the money to buy a new acoustic guitar, the week after I met him. He thought I was crazy, because of course he knew musicians were all unreliable, worthless sacks of nearly-homeless crap. I, however, had no musician experience, so I just figured, "If I loan him this money, he'll be able to play guitar." At the time, he was only playing acoustic guitar for youth group gatherings. It was deathly dull.But sometimes, when his roommates weren't around, he would sit on his amp, in the living room, and quietly, quietly play his bass, and I could just see....This was a man who had no business leading a roomful of Stifley Stiffersons in another rousing chorus of "I'm on the Rock to Stay"--he needed to be able to crank it up, jump around, PERFORM. And have a blast.But he always said, "No, I don't do that anymore. I'm not a musician. That was...a long time ago."I can't tell you how happy I was, when he started up again. It's great to see him playing out.
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