Practice Makes… Noise

We had our first proper band practice.

Well, I use the words band and practice rather generously.

There were only two of us actually in the same room. The rest joined us through Skype from various parts of Australia, which sounds terribly modern and impressive until everyone starts playing. There was a delay, somebody couldn’t hear somebody else, one person appeared to be playing half a song behind us, and occasionally Skype froze someone with their mouth open.

It was an absolute dog’s breakfast—which, considering we’re called the Dog Latin Musical Collective, may be entirely appropriate.

And we sounded awful.

Not charmingly rough. Not raw and undiscovered. Just awful.

But we are new. We’re scattered across the country, we’re still learning the songs, and some of us—me—are still trying to remember which way up the ukulele goes.

Still, for one glorious, badly timed moment, we sounded almost like a band.

Then Skype froze again.