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10/7/2015 – Bells
Earlier this week, I tweeted that there’s nothing quite as satisfying as seeing your friends happy. At one point on Saturday night, I looked out from behind the drums – I think we were playing “Money” – and saw about a dozen of my closest friends smiling ear-to-ear; whether they were dancing, playing instruments, standing at the bar, or simply talking to eachother. As the night went on, the vibe in the room was pure joy and I left with the buzz of happiness carrying me home.
The star of the night was, of course, Scotty.
Seeing Mr. Hass so happy did my heart good. I’ve spun Scotty into legend over the years, and with good reason. He’s the most unique individual I’ve ever met. Eccentric, brilliant, hilarious, and supremely talented, Scott’s been an inspiration to me since the day I met him twenty-five years ago. The night of the wedding, I took some time to recognize how important he’s been to me, and how much I’ve looked up to him, and it was great to be able to give back a little bit by contributing to his wedding day.
Speaking of which, the wedding band went over in a big way. I had been concerned that we’d be too loud for the oldsters and the kids, but we were fortunately hooked up with a very competent sound man. And the room itself – despite (or because of) the fact that it looked and felt like a 1960s Moose Lodge – actually held the sound pretty well. Our man Yeske, charged with playing guitar and singing lead (and backup) vocals, handled his job like a champ. The two ringers we brought in, Rob and William, turned us from a three-piece garage act into a classy outfit with their piano, organ, trumpet, percussion, and backup vocals.
And then there’s Moe. The guy never ceases to amaze me with his can-do attitude. While I tend to worry and even agonize over details, Moe always has a remarkable way of saying, “Nah man. It’s gonna be just fine.” The guy had never touched a bass guitar before, yet in six weeks he learned our entire set list and did a great job. Sure, he’ll say, “Well on such-and-such song I didn’t remember the chords until halfway through.” But you know what? The guy was damned impressive. And shit: we sounded great.
I had forgotten how much fun it was to play. It didn’t hurt that we were playing for an intensely joyful audience. But I haven’t been that happy in a long, long time.
And now, back to our regularly-scheduled nonsense. We got together with Dave on Monday to record a podcast, and I’ll be editing and posting it soon; hopefully tonight.
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