Page 10 of His Sound
“We can talk to Mona about it at our meeting tomorrow,” Matt offers, referring to our current manager. “Maybe she’ll have some tips on what to do.”
We get down to business after that. Matt finally gets his snare in order as Cole tunes up his bass. Ace slings his guitar strap over his neck and starts doing the weird vocal warm-ups we all used to give him shit for until he beat our asses into laying off about it.
“What’s that one called?” I can’t help asking, as I switch my keyboard on. “The dying seagull?”
“It’s called the dying JP,” Ace warns.
Point taken.
Without having to discuss it, we launch into the first track of our current set list. Everything else fades away the second we start to play. This is the one of the only things in my life that makes me feel like I can just be still for a moment, like I can pour everything I have into one goal instead of bouncing around in five thousand different directions all the time.
I’m not focused on being the most entertaining person in the room. I’m not searching for my next punchline or the next prop I can do something stupid with to make people laugh. I don’t have to worry about holding people’s attention when I play music, because I know that I do. I know that when me and these three guys come together and play, the world stops. When we play, the world listens.
