Real Musical Talent

The other night our own non-Denver-livin', non-Christian-rockin' Ryan Cline played a set at the Rite Spot, opening for Hangtown and The Prairie Dogs.

For some strange reason, Ryan asked me to play a bit o' electric lead on one of his self-penned songs. It was an interesting experience that took me out of my comfort zone (as most of you know, my comfort zone is a very cozy well-decorated 3BR2BA with a strong, strong foundation and I very rarely venture out of it.)

My emotions ran along a standard deviation graph - before I played I felt like I had no business being there, as we started playing Ryan's song I felt like a hack, I sorta pulled it together late in the song,started having fun, and afterward felt like despite mostly sucking, perhaps with a lot of practice I could improve enough to play gigs and isn't this a fun and exciting change and blah blah...

Then the headliners started playing and pretty much bitch-slapped any delusions of grandeur that I was harboring. Their guitarist sounded like a bonafide professional musician - and when I commented on this fact Ryan told me that he was actually the drummer, just sitting in for the night on guitar. Mmmmm...

Anyway, speaking of being musically outclassed, check out this awesome video from the 80s. This is what real talent sounds, looks, and smells like.