I’d probably get way more sleep if I didn’t play in bands.
I’m not talking about the infrequent gig that keeps me up until 3 in the morning. No, this is about rehearsal, practice or whatever you want to call it.
When I have a band practice that goes well I’m so keyed up afterwards that it takes me literally hours to wind down enough to be able to sleep. It’s utterly worth it though. I am constantly reminded of how lucky I am to know cool people who are fun to play with. Most grown-ups don’t play at all. Ultimately, I’ll probably live longer.
And I’ve developed little rituals too.
After a few hours of playing my ears are toast. Sometimes they are physically hot from all the airwaves that have moved through them. So, I never listen to the radio or music from my iPod on the drive home. If practice went well, and I’m in a good mood, I’ll listen to a favorite comedy record.
Tonight’s selection – Patton Oswalt – Finest Hour. If you haven’t heard this record, get it. I’ve been a huge fan of Patton since he was a random, raging, obscure comic telling jokes only nerds and English majors got. In the past few years he’s become a master, and this record is pretty close to being a perfect comedy album. It’s so funny, listening to it while driving is probably hazardous.
I picked Patton tonight because it’s sort of seemed like this past week has belonged to the dude. His comment about the Boston bombings are still, so far, the most compassionate and intelligent things I’ve read about the whole mess. Then the producers of Parks & Recreation released this clip of Patton improvising for 8 minutes straight:
They told him – talk for 8 minutes, and it’s comedy gold.
Then, later the same day someone shoots me this:
Wow. Just wow.
Anyway, as George Carlin once said, I have no ending for this, so I take a small bow.