Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers

Okay, Right, Then!

Some MUCH-needed good news just came my way. I mean, with the bike getting stolen, and the resulting bike making my account bounce, and Felix being gone, and just everything that has happened this summer . . . there is one good thing: Deniz. My drummer. My band's leader. He has been the one constant source of joy for me the past few months, and without even knowing it, he came through for me again. Right in time, before I did any more damage to myself *looks accusingly at bandage covering lower arm*.

See, the band doesn't know anything about me, I don't think. I know they know where to find out anything they want to know, they just haven't, so far as I am aware. The only thing they know is that I'm schizophrenic and can't read music or sing like Kate Bush. They seem to like me anyway. D may know more, he plays his cards close. The whole band thing has this really weird vibe because of where we started and where we are, and we are all coming into this mature and realistic. Our big aim is dive bars. D is willing to do a 45 minute kit load-in to play a hole in the wall. They are my kind of people. They just want to perform. I so get that.

So, I am this weird, blonde enigma to them. But they have chosen me to front their art. This, to me is a HUGE privilege, especially after hearing them play and collecting their music for the past couple of months. They are very talented men. I guess none of them just feels like stepping into the spotlight and making a mess. That's why they got themselves a Cydniey.

So, we're on hiatus. The bassist is out of the country right now for a bit of a vaca at home. D is getting school started with the kids (his boy and girl are AMAZING, more on them later), and working on replacing material and equipment stolen from the studio this summer. And while they have been doing their things, I have been making videos and trying to make music to go with them.

Okay, big ug. I have no natural rhythm. Or, at least, I can't play a friggin' drum machine or piano on beat. I'm just trying to lay down some simple tracks, at the very least, drums, I can work with drums. I'll even go for a "signature" drum beat that I can use on a multitude of pieces. Not a problem.

Very big problem.

Out of sheer desperation, as I heard Amanda Palmer whispering, "Just ask," over my shoulder, I asked Deniz if he ever played with the guys' drum machine that they used when he wasn't around. I inquired if he would be willing to lay down a couple of beats for me, and I would repeat them and cut them to size and all of that.

I just got the most enthusiastic response from him. We may end up in the studio with him laying down beats live with his big kit while I read, which would be the most awesome in the world.

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