OK, if work doesn’t pick up soon, this blog thing could get out of hand in a hurry. Let’s be honest: this is for my amusement. I can’t imagine too many people giving this more than a cursory glance. Heck, I’ve only got 5 friends so far. So I guess it doesn’t matter how much I write. It’s not like I’m gonna take the MySpace servers down.
The second audition.
After another handful of uninspiring e-mails, I got another one of interest. This time from a fellow putting together an all-new original project, incorporating lighting, costumes, the whole 9 yards. Interesting. He was a little vague, not wanting to reveal too much at this point. Paranoid, perhaps, but I can understand. So, we set up an audition.
I meet him and a couple other guys at their rehearsal space. It’s not clear whether these people are part of the project, friends, cleaning crew or what. We go inside to the cleanest rehearsal space I’ve ever seen. Two large bottles of Purel hand sanitizer are available at the door; they each dispense a large handful on their way through. Weird. As I set up, we chat a bit more, and it turns out that one of the guys and I have a few mutual acquaintences in the industry. It never hurts to have an extra connection.
So we begin the audition. He aks me to play something. I look at him with slight puzzlement. He says to just play something. So I proceed to play Full Moon, one of the Snark tracks I had been working on recently. It’s in a rotating time signature, so to the casual listener getting only the bass line, it probably sounds like a mess. But there are a couple amusing little turns that made them all chuckle. Whatever, I thought, this is weird. He then asks me to play a simple groove. So I start playing some dumb little thing in E, mostly just the root. I go for maybe 32 bars before he stops me. Then he asks me to play along with a recording. Finally, I thought, I’ll play something that actually means something.
Nope. This was a finished recording of a song that he had done several years earlier. By finished, I mean it already had a fairly prominent bass line. Whatever. I try to play something that aligns with the existing line but also interject a bit of myself in there. Problem is, I’m having trouble finding the key of the song. When it finishes, I ask. He replies that he doesn’t remember, at which point one of the other guys states his belief that they sped the song up in post, thus rendering it in an unspecified key. Whatever.
Then, he asks me to play the song AGAIN! I end up playing through this A half-flat dual-bass song two more times. That was it for the audition. We chatted a little more as I packed up my things. He seemed to like the way things went and expressed an interest in a follow-up audition. He was trying to do ensemble auditions, looking for a group that worked together. Cool. I can appreciate that logic. And as weird as this audition was, I was curious to see where this might lead. We went ahead and scheduled something for a couple days later, and I left, feeling pretty good that I had an audition go this well this early in the process.
By the time I drove home, maybe 20 minutes later, he had sent me an e-mail thanking me for coming out, but expressing that he didn’t feel there was a future for us in the music industry.
I was starting to seriously lose interest in a new original project.