Grown Tired Of The Disco
Playing in a wedding band has it's ups and downs. The hours are nuts and the songs are stale, but the interactions are fascinating. From wedding planners and ushers to drunk uncles and wayward dancers, everyone is sharing a story, whether they know it or not.
It's interesting how strangers having a conversation can seem more natural and familiar with each other than two people who've shared a past, but who'd now only reacquaint for semi-formal functions, like weddings or funerals.
Expectation V. Reality takes its toll when the stakes are high, and really, are the stakes ever higher than when it comes to the big night? Certain hearts can set themselves up to break.
I bottled up my experiences as both the onlooker from the wedding band and as a heart who'd expected too much and wrote a song called Disco.
Over the next few posts I'll share the strange path Disco took to get to it's final Fever Dream form. In the meantime, take a few minutes and watch our acoustic performance of Disco, courtesy of Pony Rug. Please forgive the hair.