Meet me at the coffee shop...
We had our first performance with the new crew last night at Dunn Bros on Grand Ave. In a rare turn of events, the audience consisted of a vast majority of people who in fact have NOT heard or seen us before. At least our songs were new to someone last night. The natives (wives,families) are getting restless for new content, as are the 3 original members who have been singing the same songs for 2 years. I feel like Bill Murray in some twisted musical version of Groundhog Day, where we keep changing personnel instead of songs to try and fix the problem. Considering the fact that Jon and Dave had only 3 or 4 rehearsals, I believe our performance was quite compelling. The fact that they learned nine! songs is either a testament to their skill as musicians, or the quality of our teachings. I 'll let you decide that one.
Last night also gave me the chance to actually stand in very close proximity to our new member David Parker. He is akin to Mt. Rushmore or Niagra Falls; you do not realize its size until you are up close to it. Dave reminds me of an Oak tree in my backyard I used to climb as a kid. During the performance I had this unnerving urge to swing from his arms. I assume this feeling will pass with time. And experimentation.
Dono
Man, I feel like a woman
So, I hit a high C# in rehearsal last night. No, a HIGH C#. And I didn't just "hit" it, I held that note like Leo held Kate Winslet at front mast in "Titanic". The last of my dwindling masculinity flew away high into the night, much like that note did. Given the fact that some actual women struggle to hit this note, I honestly do not know if I should feel extremely proud or downright mortified. Oddly, while holding that note I felt like ripping my shirt off and baring my chest. Not to pound it, say, like my long-lost cave brothers, but to....you know...expose it.
Is this the feeling women get when they feel the need to take off their tops? Is it empowerment, or insecurity? Is this note my portal to the feminine, a gateway to the dimension of woman, a peer into the swirling mist of female emotion?
I think I ought to watch football and scratch myself this weekend.
Dono
Welcome!
My first blog. I must admit, I have read many different ones and always wondered what it would be like to start writing one. It is quite exciting. I hope that someday we will eventually have fans serious enough to hop on and read this on a regular basis (wives/girlfriends/moms(kids? not withstanding). I hope to blog after each rehearsal and/or performance to give a little insight as to what it is like to be a member of Up 'til 2. At this point I am unsure of how much detail (read: graphic) I should go into, as it will most likely be the wives/girlfriends/moms(kids?) reading. It may very well end up being just ourselves.
I must give kudos to our bass Jason for setting up the new site, as no one else in the group has the technical know-how to get a website up and running, nor the motivation to do so. This is why we paid someone for our previous website design, and though while it was dashing, he lives... ummm... not here. This makes it a little tedious making major changes.
So, welcome all you rabid fans to our new look, new sound, and new members. Please check back often, as we have many ideas taking up precious space in our puny minds and need to make room. Chord-of-the-day, rehearsal recording clips, and "How Not to Sing" (courtesy of Casey Radmann) are but a few of possibilites.
Dono
Welcome to the new site!
After years of intense development, and untold amounts of blood, sweat, and tears - the new Up 'til 2 website has been launched! Take a look around, explore the new digs, and get to know the band.
We hope you like the new site. If you don't, well, we don't want to hear it... ;)