Since I reported earlier that I aspire to be a performing musician, I joined a “meetup” group for acoustic guitarists last week hoping that I’d simply hook up with a few folks who just casually get together and “jam” informally.
Nothing structured. No particular pressure. A chance to crawl before I walk … walk before I run, etc.
Instead, I got an invitation to attend an open-mic nite that takes place weekly alternating between a local bar and a coffeehouse.
This is all very sudden! A bit thrilling, but more than a little intimidating.
After all, it’s been at least three decades since I’ve performed for an audience not made up of members of my family. In fact, I’ve been my own audience for much of the past 30 years. Sometimes I’ve been very happy with what I’ve heard while other times I’ve figuratively booed myself off the stage.
While I know how to play and I know how to sing and I’ve been working hard the past couple of months to shake off the rust, nothing about me right now is particularly polished. Lord knows how I’ll react to getting in front of a bunch of strangers and to putting myself on the line so abruptly.
It is sort of like the feeling I had when I signed up for my public speaking class a few months ago. I wanted to do it badly because I needed to expose myself to the pressure and to get used to speaking in public.
This seems like a quantum leap past mere public speaking.
With mixed emotions … equal doses of both exhilaration and apprehension … I plan to tote my guitar into that bar tonight and just see where it leads.
Or maybe I’ll throw caution to the wind, and just say to heck with it … I’m not getting any younger … If not now … then WHEN?
I dunno … We’ll see.