Well, I was officially let go from Psychedelic Revival today because I rely too much on my phone for lyrics. While I can understand it’d be nicer if I didn’t need lyrics, I have – over the years – learned my limitations. Memorizing stuff is not my strong suit or else I would have been an ac-TOUR *flourish*
While I am saddened to be let go, I will strive to focus on the good I gained from the experience:
- I did something I really enjoyed
- I crossed something off my bucket list I never thought I would
- My voice got a work-out so now I can really belt it out when pressed!
- Learned a lot about music and working within the dynamics of a band (like Frank’s little nods when it was time for me to start screaming again 😉
- Made new friendships that will endure past this experience
- Learned that limitations do close doors (not a great thought, but keeps me honest)
- Practiced my sewing chops and website/SEO/marketing skills on stuff for the band
Added perks:
- I will save money on ginger tea, lemon and honey!
- I will have way more time on my hands to craft, do chores and hang with my family
- I can start listening to music other than 60s and 70s without feeling guilty
- I can actually sew something that is non-band related without feeling guilty
- One less site/FB page to maintain
- My ears and throat are throwing a little party since the abuse will now cease lol
In the end, all things considered, this was a terrific run. I learned so much and had a chance to perform with a really talented bunch of musicians. I am SO grateful to everyone who came out to support me in this endevour – family (Momie and Dad and Chris were our most loyal fans!) and my dear, close buddies that would take too long to list. I am just sorry I wasn’t up for the “lyrics by memory” challenge.
Perhaps one day I’ll perform again, but for now thank you to everyone for your support and GOOD NIGHT!
*takes one last, long, sad bow before walking off into the choking smoke of the fog machine, phone in hand, only to trip over my gleaming white boots, letting out a keen whimper in the style of Deep Purple as I fall – less than gracefully -into the dazed audience, resplendent in my bell-bottomed glory*
not so groovy, man 🙁
Their loss. It was a joy beyond compare to see you on stage doing what you loved to do. Unfortunately the ones responsible for your dismissal were not as appreciative of the effort you made each and every time you performed.You always gave your best no matter how you felt.Never a complain dispite the fact that every movement you made was painful .THE SHOW MUST GO ON! THANK YOU for the hours of entertainment. Iam very proud of you and I will forever remain your biggest fan.
Thank you, Momie <3