It feels so good to play songs until one or more of your fingers start to give way and you have to stop.
I’m playing with this girl Sammie on Monday. She’s a myspace friend; I don’t remember who friended who, but she’s this teenager who’s really into music and writing songs, and apparently also really into my songs. She reminds me a lot of me seven or eight years ago, except that I think she’s kind of Christian. But I guess that’s neither here nor there.
She sent me a really sweet email a few weeks ago, of the sort I would send to Tegan and Sara or Amanda Palmer — like, “thanks for your music,” basically. And I saw that she wrote songs and lived in New Jersey, and on the spur of the moment invited her to play a show with me in Allendale on the 30th of this month. Despite the possible ill-advised nature of inviting someone you’ve never heard to play a show with you, I think I’m going to be really glad I did it. She’s way excited, and she’s singing with her twin sister, and asked that they be billed as “Sammie and Brie.”
In other words: I’m playing a show with a band made of twins who go by their first names only. This just feels like good luck for me, you know?
And it feels good to be able to do. I still have fantasies of my favorite musicians magically hearing of me and inviting me to play a song or two with them. It’s nice to be able to give someone an experience like that.
Somewhat relatedly (specifically for this gig, at least) I re-learned one of my own songs tonight. Tsunami Song — yeah, check that out, I wrote it three years ago; randomly put it on my myspace page earlier this year, and have started getting requests for it. And all this time, I’ve had to refuse repeatedly because I forgot how to play it. I’m a total bum. So I re-learned it, and then I learned The Con (update: it’s still the best song ever), and then I started writing a new song. It’s been a productive Boxing Day.
