Busting

I went to Martin’s house yesterday to lay down bass lines for the cover band. We’re making a demo so we can get some paying gigs.

            It’s taking longer than I expected to record the bass parts. I thought I’d go in and play the songs a few times and that would be that. Oh no, not with Martin. He’s a perfectionist. I found myself pushed to the brink. I was playing the same part over and over and making up new parts on the fly. I was working hard. I felt like we were making an album for Capital Records. My resolve was being tested. I started to feel insecure with my playing, as if I wasn’t good enough.

            “You can do it tighter, “ Martin said.

            I wasn’t sure if I could. Martin has a way of pushing me. I went along with the drill sergeant’s request, but deep down inside I wanted to give up. I battled through it. My personality is more about pleasure than pain and to Martin’s credit the music does sound tighter.

            I wrote an email to my band mates. They have to record their parts when I'm finished. I said beware! Martin is busting my balls.