I play in an 80’s tribute band called Goldie & the Mayors.
This past Sunday, I got a call from a friend, who is also the mayor of a smallish town in Tennessee. He too plays in a band, although his band’s name is much less mayoral. My friend needed to help work out a substitute bass player for an upcoming gig. So he asked me to come over and play guitar to help this guy learn the tunes and get acclimated to playing with the drummer.
I only knew a small handful of the songs, but was able to fake my way through another dozen or so (with a little help from the internet).
The cool part was having to play at the edge of my abilities with a group of musicians I had just met, attempting songs I didn’t really know. All while trying to stay out of the way.
And of course there was no risk fo getting fired for screwing up…because it’s not my band!
And I’ve had the very good fortune of joining the local F3 group…a bunch of men that get together and sweat and pray and run and lift heavy things and (temporarily) hate the guy leading the group that morning.
Today marks a landmark day of 100 consecutive days of exercise. I run a couple of miles every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are body-weight training. And I take Sundays off.
I’m posting it here merely to document the achievement. Since I don’t routinely update this site, I doubt many folks will actually see it. Thus…less likely to be accused of the infamous humble-brag!
I don’t plan on brining it up in conversation. I don’t do much on social media. So I’m posting it here, mainly for me.