spanielf

I found my old english journal on lj and spent the last half an hour reading it. I don't even remember i've posted so much there! Unbelievable. That somehow reminded me of this journal :) I decided i should continue whriting here - it won't be interesting to anyone, but it will help me organize my thoughts.

Tomorrow we're having a blues night in our swing dancing club. That's gonna be.. hm... i hope that's gonna be great. The last one happened a year ago, nobody knew me and it's been fun, but a little bit lonely. Nowadays most of the leaders here at least recognise my face and i hope i will be dancing a lot. Well, i wish i will be.

Let me post a picture here - just for the sake of it :)
It's one year old, drawn after the previous blues night.

Okay.
The thing is, two weeks ago i've been kicked out of the band - my band, as i used to say - with which i had been playing for more than three last years. There was a time when the music really helped me (a lot) to go through the difficulties in my life; there was a time when i felt they were like a family of mine. They told me i was a perfect member, who knew how to play their music and just fit in the group, which, they said, was even more important. The said we were a real band, a group of people meant to be together. Well, those times are long gone now, i think - two weeks ago the band leader texted me that i'm just not good enough for them and that they can't afford keeping that kind of a member within their absolutely gorgeous band while they have a serious concert right ahead. That serious concert happened yesterday - needless to say, they've already picked a new bass player in place of me before they bothered to tell me, they even had a rehearsal with him instead of me (while telling me that the rehearsal had been "cancelled"). They let me play the last concert with them without telling me that it was my last one - the problem was that the oncoming "srs concert" was a battle of cover-bands, so our band only had to represent songs by Queen and not our own songs. The new member had the time to learn the Queen songs, but not our material.
So - they had a rehearsal with a new bassplayer, then they had a concert with me (and i was wondering why they seemed not to be looking at me and answered my questions reluctantly!), and only after that they told me i was out of the band. Didn't even bother for a phone call, though found the time to tell me that my performance was crap.

I'm a bit satisfied that they lost their "battle" yesterday. Maybe i wasn't any good at all, maybe i was the reason why they weren't that popular - I will never know. At least they kicked me out and still didn't win :) That's not a way to win, imo.

Those were the great times, anyway. Proofpics i have :)



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