Working retail means people feel okay saying ALL sorts of things to you. Perhaps it’s the safety of having a disposable friend, maybe it’s like being a bartender. You know – they can’t see your legs so they feel safe saying things to you? In any case – the weirdest quote of the day was “I’ve got to buy all this percussion shit, cause that bitch I just dumped got all of it in the settlement.”
More than I perhaps needed to know, buddy.
Monday night Heather and I converged up in Reisterstown to do an interview for a documentary on working musicians. Ashraf was also being interviewed and after the camera man was set up he kept adjusting the lights… and readjusting… he eventually complained: “There’s a dark spot.” And Ash deadpanned “Yeah. That’s ME!”
It was an interesting interview. A couple of questions had easy responses, and as with all such things I kind of fear that Heather and I talk far too much, but when asked what my favourite moment on stage was I was truly at a loss. I still can’t really answer it, but I’m sure it had more to do with my interactions with the band than with anything else. Maybe the first day that Rowan and I started jumping up and down together, or one of those nights where everything just LOCKED – or the first time Phantom gelled on stage.
Those moments of connection are truly my favourite things about music. Moments of glorious fatigue, the feeling of Heather’s voice reverberating inside my own throat when a harmony is perfect, the sensation that my fingers know exactly where to fall, hearing the notes in my head and replicating them with my hands – the moments where time stops and you forget you’re making the music – when you’re simply transmitting it from somewhere else and through one another. Those are the greatest moments.
Now I’m REALLY looking forward to the next show. *swoon*
