As an adjunct to my earlier post:
My mom lived in retirement in Central Florida for 20+ years. For 15 of those years, it never crossed my mind to take an instrument down there and look for playing opportunities when I visited. As time went on, my visits became more frequent, so I started taking a bass, if for no other reason than to amuse myself when there was down time.
I started looking up open mics, blues jams, and live music events in the area, meeting people, and taking names and numbers. Within in a short time I had a good list of people and players who could tell me where things were going on whenever I visited.
Once I even got an anguished call from a bandleader who needed a bass player for a gig, in the hope I might be in town. Unfortunately, that time, I was home, 900 miles away. But I was happy to be asked.
My mom doesn’t live there anymore, but I still have plenty of music buds who can help me find the action.
I only wish I had started looking around sooner.
My mom lived in retirement in Central Florida for 20+ years. For 15 of those years, it never crossed my mind to take an instrument down there and look for playing opportunities when I visited. As time went on, my visits became more frequent, so I started taking a bass, if for no other reason than to amuse myself when there was down time.
I started looking up open mics, blues jams, and live music events in the area, meeting people, and taking names and numbers. Within in a short time I had a good list of people and players who could tell me where things were going on whenever I visited.
Once I even got an anguished call from a bandleader who needed a bass player for a gig, in the hope I might be in town. Unfortunately, that time, I was home, 900 miles away. But I was happy to be asked.
My mom doesn’t live there anymore, but I still have plenty of music buds who can help me find the action.
I only wish I had started looking around sooner.