Saturday night we played at the Maltby Jam and Open Mic. The boys showed up early for the jam, while Ben and I came later so that we could hang out with our younger kiddos at home for awhile before our turn at the open mic.
It was a blast to be at Maltby again since we had not been there since November. There are many wonderful friends at the Maltby Jam and Open Mic, and we love being with them. A lot of the friends sent cards, notes and even visited Clark after his accident in December. So, it was great to thank everyone in person for their kindnesses. Clark even recieved a big hand of applause just for being there! By the bright smile on his face, I think he was feeling the love!
In preparation for the open mic, we had some practices last week. A lot of people ask me what our practices are like, and I kind of chuckle to myself, "Oh, if only you knew...."
Some of the boys' friends have been here when we practice and if they were asked, they would also kind of chuckle to themselves, "Oh, if only you knew...."
And last summer when visiting family in Illinois, some extended family members sat in on our practices and as they read this, they are definitely chuckling to themselves, "Oh, if only you knew!"
Our practices can be described in many ways, such as, noisy, passionate, funny, chaotic, frustrating, enlightening, educational, irritating, tiring, hilarious, loud, quarrelsome, weird, distracting, laughable, uplifting, and bonding. We often pray for our practices to go well and that we would have a spirit of unity. Usually our prayers are answered with resounding, yes! But, sometimes we are our own worst enemies.
During some of our practices, I used to think, "Wow, I can see why the Beatles broke up now." Bands break up all the time and it is no wonder. It is hard work to agree on everything when there are preferences, ambition, creativity, artistic interpretation, and of course, egos, at stake. As a family band made up mostly of young men, we deal with all those things too (especially egos--sorry, guys, had to write it).
However, we are not only a band, but also a family, and we always love each other deeply. We also know how to irritate each other deeply. And sometimes we do.
The great thing about our being a family is that no one's going anywhere. We are all stuck together by our name and relationship. We have to work out whatever differences we have. With a band made up of unrelated individuals, any one of the members can walk away as soon as the band situation is not fitting their needs or their liking. He or she can always go and find another band that may be a better fit.
However, with a family band, the members are not only band members, but family members. As a result, there is a greater opportunity for unity and relationship with each other as we not only play together, but we also live together. There is a lot more at stake when the members don't work it out.
All that to say that not only is our family band a great way to entertain others, but it also ends up being a wonderful training ground for close relationships as we work out the details of our music AND learn to respect one another in that process. Fortunately for us, it has been a great joy and adventure.
I must say though, that sometimes it would be nice to learn those lessons in the privacy of our home, instead of onstage with the threat of public humiliation looming over our heads. I am reminded of the time a couple years ago when two members (I won't mention names, but it is killing me not to) were fighting over a microphone while we were playing "Folsom Prison Blues."
Band member #1 decided that band member #2 should not be miked for the song, and in the middle of the song, turned the microphone away from band member #2. Band member #2 made a face at band member #1 and turned it back. Band member #1 made a nastier face at band member #2 and turned it again. I don't remember how it all turned out because of the extreme bloodrush to my face during this incident. The very obvious, non-verbal quarrel onstage nearly made me faint. Fortunately, it did resolve later in our post-performance briefing, and I haven't noticed it ever being a problem again.
BUT there is one problem that we have been perplexed about; it is a problem that vexes the older and more mature members of the family band (Ben and I). It is always there and persistently an issue. What is this problem? For a long time we did not know what to name this problem. But one day, at a harmony lesson with Sue Thompson, a name was given to this persistent irritation. And you will have to wait until my next blog to find out what that problem is!
Instead of publicity stunts like having band members getting hit by F-150s, we've decided to try another safer idea...a blog cliffhanger!
So, come back later and find out what our problem is.... Oh,that didn't sound right. Maybe I should try to say that another way. I have never done a cliffhanger before. How do you end them? Or rather, how do you give the reader a sense of hanging over a cliff? Hmmm. I need to generate a feeling of suspense and urgency. Oh, I don't know--just make sure you come back and read my next blog.
Until, next time...and don't forget about the Hometown Hootenanny in Everett on Feb. 18!! Click on the link for details!