I have enough whatever-it-is to do a sitting, which feels good apart from the fact that my legs have forgotten how it’s done and fall asleep.
I settle down to watch a Miss Marple mystery, now redolant of a kinder gentler age (let alone the 1940s in which it’s set, it reeks of the time it was made, when BBC productions were awash in American money, given them in return for a Quality Product. The Americans are now able to make their own Quality Product, of course, and the BBC have lost the knack).
Chicky calls to tell me that the message she left on my the other day (which I thought said “you can come to the jam if you feel like it”) actually meant “please come to the jam, we might be short-handed tonight”.
And then Vinka calls for a chat, promising me dulce de leche, which could be my downfall (it’s so nice that I think I could just sit and eat a whole pot with a spoon before collapsing with nausea and the diabetic coma I’ve managed to induce). Mmm, dulce de leche.
And then I go to the supermarket where I stock up with fruit in a small way.
I get to the jam at 8:25 and set up. It will be a slow night, I can tell. However they are not short handed so I’m a bit of a fifth wheel. I’ve taken the Godin and the VG88 because… well, why not, eh? I try a different patch on each tune and even play one of the guitar synth patches on Sunflower. This is pissing Tim off, but I can’t work out why. Mike has his own trial with a ringer bass player who plays on a few tunes but is too busy – he can’t get into the same groove as the other players, which is a bit of a let-down for a bass player.
I play a lot of solos, but far too many of them have bits where I stray off-key or fluff a run or miss the strings altogether and make a clunk noise. In fact all of them. I really need to work on that. It’s partly not knowing the material, partly not being able to hear everything and getting a bad mix, but mostly not paying attention.
After the jam is finished, Chicky instructs us to stay behind as we’re playing on. So we do lots and lots of tunes, with Lee, the soon-to-be-ex-landlord singing in an enthusiastic but slightly imprecise way very loudly. I’m still trying different patches and getting lots of solos (because all the other soloists have gone home, but then so have the audience). Lee’s like a Teletubbie – “Again! Again!”. There’s also a chap who wanders in off the street who Mike convinces to play drums, which his does very loudly even with brushes.
Towards the end I sing My Funny Valentine and Night and Day and give Ain’t Misbehaving a shot, although I seem to have forgotten the words.
Lee disappears and I we are released. I get home at 1:30.