On Sunday, I played some music. A few of us who walk our dogs put on a small concert in the chapel in the orphanage in our local park. I played bass for a couple of songs, and then alternately 12 string and lead, which would have been fine if I practiced. But I hadn’t, not for the last month anyway, on account of having been abroad and interstate, such that until the morning of the concert, I had not touched a guitar for a month.
Happily, the rest of our 7 piece band had practiced, and muddling through was OKish.
The audience was rather bigger than we expected. They seemed to like it. I have given up my day job, but not be a musician. I have gone to practice at the bar.