By: Lia Contesso
Submitted: 2010-06-09 07:32:26 | Word Count: 520
How many bands meet to play in a garage or in a semi-abandoned small rehearsal rooms, preferably in the middle of nowhere in order to avoid the neighbours’ complaints? There are lots of them. Groups of friends who meet once a week or more, or just a few times per month, depending on each one’s undertakings; maybe they study music, or maybe they never did. Some play for pure passion, or for fun, others to dream...but they meet there, to play all together, to rehearse new songs and improve the old ones.
They rush at the musical instruments shops as soon as there’s an occasion to do it, be it a birthday, an anniversary or whatever, and satisfied of the new entries among the instruments or accessories the enthusiastically rehearse new songs, or they complete an old one with that new sound that was just what was missing. New songs, new instruments, new challenges, many stay there, playing in their rehearsal room, but they don’t care: the only important things, for them, is music – and that’s not a little thing. Others, instead, decide to take a chance: they seize an occasion for a party, for which they looked for a band, some adjustments to the repertoire, a makeshift list of songs and here’s the first night: many emotions, between fear and satisfaction, maybe a bit of shame, there on the stage under everyone’s eyes...but it’s the first step, the first applauses.
Then, if everything’s right and talking with some friends, maybe you could arrange a night in a feast, in a town’s festival: another night, another stage, and the electric and acoustic guitars, basses and all the instruments are tuned and shiny, ready to let their voice be heard.
You need patience, stubbornness and why not?, also a bit of madness, recklessness, or however you may call it, for the garage hobby to actually become a real occupation. You need time to pass from the simple and pure emotion of trying your new musical effects to some more complex news, like the satisfaction, during a night out, of being submerged for the first time by the smoke of a fog machine. But the most stubborn – that don’t necessarily correspond with the most skillful – will get their prize, arriving to step on the stadiums stages, with thousands of fans that travelled for thousands of miles just to see and listen to them in front of them.
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Impossible? No…it’s difficult, or you may say improbable, if you really don’t want to believe in it, but impossible things are others; there’s people who have music running in their veins. If you have, then play, sing, and let the music out; because it will come out anyway, whether you want it or not. And whatever may happen, the rehearsal room in the middle of nowhere, wherever it is, will always be there, ready to listen to you.
