Isn’t it funny how languages evolve without us really knowing it. If I’d have written this to someone 20 years ago I’d have been asked to explain myself but nowadays its in current parlance, so you, the reader, is expecting something out of the ordinary.
I should actually have written OMFG, its that out of the ordinary.
In a few days I shall be 51 years old, and I’ve just been given the playlist that I need to learn for my first ever gig!!!!!!!!!
I’ve always loved singing (sadly, irrespective of the feelings of those around me) and in September this year I was at a party with some friends for a birthday. Late on in the evening, (early morning if I’m honest) a couple of guitars appeared and two local school music teachers started to strum. Being as it was fairly early and I had imbibed at least half a sweet sherry, I started to sing along with them.
Only turns out these two had a little band, well known amongst the local bar scene and they’d lost their singer who’d moved away. They’d looked for a new one for a fair while but not found anyone.
The following afternoon they both turned up at my door and asked me if I’d sing with them, ON A PAID BASIS FOR HEAVENS SAKE!!!!
Now, I’ve always loved singing, but erm….. being paid to sing in front of peeps? Wasn’t sure at all, but the conversation has gone back and forth and eventually I’ve cracked.
One thing I was surprised about, I hadn’t realised just how many songs make up a set in a bar. There’s probably about two hours worth of music. Flippin ‘eck.
It won’t be in the immediate future, we’ll need to do a lot of rehearsals first, but I’m terrified already.