I moved in with my boyfriend, and his band, on Valentine’s Day, 2000. In the 12 years since, we’ve moved on from community apartments, to private condos, to a full-fledged home for just the two of us (except for rehearsal nights). The bands have moved on from parents’ garages, to warehouses, to recording studios and have produced everything from self-burned CDs, to actual pressed vinyl, to digital online media. Bass players come and go and the music changes constantly, but “the band” is always there.
I could never be in a band. Apart from lacking the musical skills, the social aspect would drive me crazy. I can’t even handle having roommates and I have about a three day tolerance limit on house guests. The thought of collaborating and compromising, having an ongoing personal and working relationship, with two or three or twenty (as in the case of the Bucharest Drinking Team) people at a time is exhausting and horrible to me. I just show up at venues and sell the t-shirts.
Were it not for Kai, I would never see this behind-the-scenes world, I would never meet these weird, talented people, and my life would not be so full of music.
