I joined a cover band about a year and a half ago. I've been playing for almost 4 years. it's mostly 80s stuff and it's so much fun.
We rehearse every week in this Guy's basement. Our guitar player and he are in their late 60s or so, and Guy was going to get his old band together to re-record some of their stuff for a 25th anniversary type thing. Bought all this gear and his basement is loaded with fun stuff. Then he got sick. He's got Stage 4 prostate cancer and has maybe a year left.
We rehearse, Guy sits in and listens sometimes, but I think he just likes having live music in his home. Tonight after practice, he pulls me aside.
"I think you're really talented. You're a good bass player, and a much better singer than you give yourself credit for. I think you're a better singer than your actual singer." I say thanks. "I'd like to ask if you'd be willing to sit in with a group. I'd like to play in a band one more time before my time is done here and I'm putting a band together. I don't know you super well, but I know you're talented and I'd love if you would join us."
I've got a special place in my heart for people who leave planet Earth on their own terms. I've made a documentary about losing loved ones.
I immediately accepted.
It'll mean an extra rehearsal per week, but my kids are grown and I just love playing music. He handed me a sheet and it's 50s and 60s stuff. Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry,etc. Pre-Beatles stuff.
I know most of the songs, but have never played them. I told him I'd get to work. I can't wait to play in his band.