Uhh ...
Look, I don't know. I was just asked to join, OK??
Boy, that would've been a boring post.
But seriously, rock bands are trouble. They are enticing for few reasons:
1. glory - Getting up on stage and exalting yourself with a microphone, a cool hair cut and a shiny guitar promises A LOTTA glory. Unless you're kinda fat, old, and washed up (as some of us claim to be because, you know, all the successful rock bands are young and sexy and bread in a laboratory), so that glory is exponentially decreased for us. Except Joel. He's our only plausibly authentic rocker. Pop-rocker, really. (See: Laboratory.)
2. fun - It's true. Being in a band is SUPER fun, but unless you've got someone to slap you on the wrist for talking [farting] during rehearsal, to get you to places on time, to ride your butt for not practicing or bringing extra strings and guitar stands to a concert ... Unless you've got a manager, basically, to be the bad guy then YOU must be the bad guy. And then it's no fun at all. Then you're just going around biting your friend's heads off and justifying yourself because WE ARE A ROCK BAND AND FRIENDSHIPS MUST BE SACRIFICED FOR THE GREATER GOOD OF THE ROCK!! It's not fun at that point. It's just stupid. And then you cry. Ok, I cry. Cause I'm the girl and I just want everyone to get along. /sniffle
3. money - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Don't kid yourself.
So what gives? Why did we do it?
Have you ever been in a situation where something bad was happening and you were powerless to stop it? Like watching a train wreck? Or being stuck between two friends screaming at each other and there doesn't seem to be any hope that they will ever reconcile, ever? Have you ever jumped in the middle of the situation and made it worse??
What if you could do something about it? What if you found a bunch of other like-minded people who were willing to help? What if, together, you could CHANGE THE WORLD!? I think that's why we did it. We love Jesus and we want to spread His word with the gifts we were given. We don't think it was luck that brought us together. We believe that we are all pieces to a puzzle that fit. We may not always fit together. We may have to change shape now and again to better mold to the situation at hand, but right now we do. It's hard most of the time, especially when finances/distances/other ministries demand our attention, but we know that it is glorifying to God. He ordained it, after all. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here right now making this cheesy blog.
So that's what makes it all worth it. That's why we're a rock band. In my opinion, anyway.
I am in a band with a bunch of boys. Help ... me ...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Ok, so it's not as miserable as that picture might suggest ...
...unless they fart. And that happens. A LOT.
Seriously.
It's like when you go to Taco Tuesdays and eat until you explode and then your stomach calms down a bit and THEN your butt explodes. Yes. It does. But this happens in Maywood more than on Tuesdays. In fact, I rarely ever see them on Tuesdays at all. They must all know about Burrito Saturdays because the gas_is_toxic everytime we have a rehearsal or play a show. Not that I don't know a thing or two about burritos and tacos. Cause I do. But my gas smells like sunshine after a rainstorm. Yes it does. I'm magical.
Alright, so this blog is to document my experiences with Maywood, my rock band. Yes, I'm in a rock band. We rock. Yes we do. Go listen to us on the internet -----> HERE. We rock. And as long as I can tell myself that with sincerity, I can feel confident about this venture. Even if all the members are gassy.
So it's February. We're completely booked starting on March 5th until April 30th, which is AWESOME but also kind of stressful. We aren't signed, corporately sponsored or independently wealthy, so most of us have to work full-time jobs in order to pay bills and support our spouses to follow our dreams and be rock stars. And some of us have to live at home with our PARENTS in order to avoid having bills in the first place while others of us live off of said-spouse like a leach and don't do nearly enough cleaning/cooking/laundry to make up for said parasitic lifestyle.
My point being, it's hard to tour and play shows. It's hard on us and we get crabby and fight like siblings and whine a lot sometimes, but in the midst of it all lies a single prayer that stubbornly falls from our lips: "Lord, humble us in order to exalt Yourself. We are Yours and this music belongs to You for the service of Your Kingdom. Do what You will." And He does. EVERY TIME. It's incredible. Slowly, we are seeing how God uses our willingness to GO. Opportunities to play just keep popping up. Some of them help us pay off this $14,500.00 album we just made and some of them don't. But when we're faithful to do what He's called us to, He shows up and makes Himself exalted. Sometimes by allowing us to make idiots of ourselves and sometimes by allowing us to look/sound/act awesome on AND off stage.
It's a crazy experience and I'm happy to be a part of it. It's just beginning. I will keep you posted!
Seriously.
It's like when you go to Taco Tuesdays and eat until you explode and then your stomach calms down a bit and THEN your butt explodes. Yes. It does. But this happens in Maywood more than on Tuesdays. In fact, I rarely ever see them on Tuesdays at all. They must all know about Burrito Saturdays because the gas_is_toxic everytime we have a rehearsal or play a show. Not that I don't know a thing or two about burritos and tacos. Cause I do. But my gas smells like sunshine after a rainstorm. Yes it does. I'm magical.
Alright, so this blog is to document my experiences with Maywood, my rock band. Yes, I'm in a rock band. We rock. Yes we do. Go listen to us on the internet -----> HERE. We rock. And as long as I can tell myself that with sincerity, I can feel confident about this venture. Even if all the members are gassy.
So it's February. We're completely booked starting on March 5th until April 30th, which is AWESOME but also kind of stressful. We aren't signed, corporately sponsored or independently wealthy, so most of us have to work full-time jobs in order to pay bills and support our spouses to follow our dreams and be rock stars. And some of us have to live at home with our PARENTS in order to avoid having bills in the first place while others of us live off of said-spouse like a leach and don't do nearly enough cleaning/cooking/laundry to make up for said parasitic lifestyle.
My point being, it's hard to tour and play shows. It's hard on us and we get crabby and fight like siblings and whine a lot sometimes, but in the midst of it all lies a single prayer that stubbornly falls from our lips: "Lord, humble us in order to exalt Yourself. We are Yours and this music belongs to You for the service of Your Kingdom. Do what You will." And He does. EVERY TIME. It's incredible. Slowly, we are seeing how God uses our willingness to GO. Opportunities to play just keep popping up. Some of them help us pay off this $14,500.00 album we just made and some of them don't. But when we're faithful to do what He's called us to, He shows up and makes Himself exalted. Sometimes by allowing us to make idiots of ourselves and sometimes by allowing us to look/sound/act awesome on AND off stage.
It's a crazy experience and I'm happy to be a part of it. It's just beginning. I will keep you posted!
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I'm just testing out these colors I've chosen. I usually really enjoy the design aspect of building websites and whatnot, but this doesn't really seem that intuitive. Oh well. Test test test!
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