You’re asking a musician to be timely, reliable, etc.? With no disrespect to you or your musicianship, IME musicians, and other sorts of artists, seem almost congenitally incapable of such behavior.
“Whatever; whenever; probably or maybe not; we’ll see” seems to be their life motto.
The most unreliable person, as far a personal commitments was a police officer.
He was awarded a couple metals and praised for being a great policeman.
Could not keep an appointment or show up for anything. If he showed up he was always late.
Musicians? pfft. I think people get so overwhelmed with careers, families, hobbies. Something has to give.
It’s always the soft things like family and friends that suffer.
How nature tells us to stay away.
I am surrounded by truly flaky people in my professional life, so I feel your pain. And I’m the one with executive function problems! Still, I manage to coordinate everyone on a tight deadline and be ultra-clear about what I need from people and by what date.
And they are entirely unreliable at getting me those things on time! It is maddening.
Not at “first glance,” (or even after lengthy consideration). But there are some illuminating experiments that reveal how readily complexity can arise from simplicity, including self-replication. A wonderful mathematical model that is fun and astonishing is John Conway’s Game of Life. Four simple rules that determine the binary state of cells in a grid provide an environment that can be configured to make a fully functional computer.
My students found it very helpful in getting a handle on how much potential lies in every physical system.
Dad is the one taking the photos.
I’m in one picture with my kid, and no video.
That’s a reputation well earned by the top-tier celeb-intitled musicians of a half-century ago, but I don 't think it is still true, and probably never true of small venue musicians. I see 50 or more performances a year by touring musicians at small venues and I’m astounded at how reliably those bands are on stage on time despite being up late the night before and traveling hundreds of miles in a cramped van. Most are manning the merch table as soon as the doors open.
That did cross my mind.
My husband is the family photographer and takes it very seriously. I got him a fancy tripod for Christmas so he can be in photos too.
Thank you, it’s been a lot and I know you’ve had so much on your plate, too. I hope all is well.
@Patx2 , I am distressed for you.
I hope as Dopers we can give you adult conversation and a giggle occasionally.
Thinking of you. Good luck with your “Wonders” to come.
I can finally breathe now. Contact has been re-established, and a scratch copy of the piano track for a song we are performing for a video recording session on Sunday has finally appeared (promised for a week and a half).
In theory I’ll get the polished version in the morning.
I’ll take tomorrow off so I can focus on recording my bass lines the way I want and get that off to our drummer (yes, we’re doing things backwards) who will then come to my home studio and record his drum tracks on a five mic setup.
Then I’ll put it all together in REAPER and we can do the “Ed Sullivan Show” trick on Sunday for the video session, playing our instruments intensely while listening to the perfect recording in the background without a care in the world of our mistakes because we will replace that audio with our perfect version.
But the thing is, the pianist was on the critical path, holding up ALL of the remaining steps, and she was not communicating. Argh!
Thanks, Beck means a lot!
What would @SuntanLotion’s Avatar be on here if his name wasn’t suntanlotion?
I used to have the orange cat swimming from a flood as my avatar.( no fucks left)
But why not represent acurately, she asks.
I wonder what it’s like to marry into a family that has a “thing,” or to be born into a family that has a “thing,” and you have no interest in that thing. Like let’s say I fall in love with a woman from a family that does a touring Bluegrass act, and I can’t carry a tune in a bucket. Do they treat you as an outsider? What if we have a child and she can’t play music, either? What happens to kids in situations like that?
I wonder what the lesser European countries were doing in the late 19th century while the Great Powers were engaging in diplomatic warfare.
I wonder about actions not taken with some women in my younger days.
I’ve seen that movie:
I’m late to this thread. I wonder about a lot of things, but here’s one that comes up now and then:
Some while ago, @Chefguy shared a story about a guy and his brother who went spelunking with friends in caves near Utah Lake. I’m familiar with the area, having scuba-certified in Utah Lake and also hiked a few times around Timpanogos Caves. But I wasn’t aware the area was also a popular destination for casual spelunkers, and I had never heard of the Nutty Putty Caves. A spelunker I will never be.
So the guy who went spelunking there over Thanksgiving weekend in 2009 liked to crawl through tight spaces, for which this particular cave network offered opportunities. One thing I wonder what makes people want to do this. In me, it instantly evokes clammy hands and a deep fear response.
This fellow died after spending 27 hours facing downward in a tight tunnel, totally stuck. Couldn’t go forward and couldn’t back out. He knew there was a high likelihood of his dying there. I wonder what his thoughts were about his choices.
His death was a complete tragedy. So young. So pointless. And I still wonder about it.
@Patx2, I am sad for your situation. I hope your husband makes a full recovery and that it doesn’t take too long. Hugs to you at a very difficult time.
There are many things that people do that I can never imagine myself doing, and that one is at the top of the list. Not far below it is free solo climbing. Both of those pursuits just seem to be asking to die.
We are of one mind on this.