Get Your Shit Together

K’s music school recital was today.  Each of the nine students in K’s Songwriting class wrote two songs each, and helped each other perform them in every sort of arrangement.  To wit:

• Lots of girl-with-amazing-voice-singing-and-playing-piano songs.
• Two piano-guitar-drums-singer rock groups.
• One fellow played a koto he’d tuned all wacky, while the teacher sang with him.
• The inimitable Trevor Lee Ridge (of our brother band IMUR) rocked it several times on guitar, then once again on piano.
• Some dude I didn’t know was clearly very talented with a Stratocaster.
• And my personal favorite Mary Lambert, who has the most goddamn sexy voice I’ve ever heard.  Kept giving me the goosebumps it was so good.

J and I played with K – we were the only outside musicians.  We played two songs K had written for piano in his Songwriting class this semester.  I played bass on one, and guitar on a very-new song we’d only played once together – and that was at a show.  Sounded good though.  Anyways.

I noticed a lot of shaky hands on stage.  Like, not just a little sweaty-palms tremble, but full-on Total Panic hand convulsions.  Yet, as soon as said hands touched key or string they managed to produce utter magic.  Stay in music school, kids.

And damn, there was not a single unattractive person there.  I wish I had majored in something sexier.  Sure would have gone to class more often.