Here at the End of All Things, pt. 2 (OH GOD WHY ARE BOTH OF MY BANDS BREAKING UP IN THE SAME WEEKEND)
Does this parachute make my butt look big?
Yes, you guessed it- the Minks are on their way out too. We all have been going through some major oddness of late, mostly because it's hard to be in a band when your mates have full time day jobs, diverging musical ideas, or just want to settle down into a quieter life. I didn't think our show this Sunday would be the last one per say but it seems that it very well could be with our most recent lineup. The Minks have changed their lineup so many times that one often forgets who is actually in the band- a lot of musicians have been temporary or just fillers, too. Hell, I just got thrown into this band, but this still hits me pretty hard- considering this weekend is also the last Fick show. All of my musical projects are fading into the sunset! HELLO! WHAT IS GOING ON, FOLKS.
Just kidding. I know what's going on- people are moving up, up and away from the same old things they've been a part of for years. For me, I am the newest musician in both Fick and the Minks, so it feels very blind sided and unheard of. That's not to say I haven't gone through disbanding before, but it still doesn't make it any less poignant.
Will the confetti affect my bow hold?
Then I realized, after almost drowning in a sea of confetti and spilled PBR, that none of that shit mattered in a party-tastic, hysterically-good-time band. And that's what the Minks have been about for way longer than I have been a member- having as well as showing everyone else a good time. For once, I could have a good time playing music.
No one was telling me I was a failure because I hadn't played such and such concerto.
No one was putting me down for not having a multi-thousand dollar instrument and bow or a designer case.
No one was correcting me constantly about my bowings, posture, fingerings, or musical interpretation.
For once, I could be me. I could be Emily Dwyer the violinist, not Emily Dwyer, student-at-this-university's-music-school-from-the-studio-of-this-hard-ass-teacher-who-never-enjoyed-music-to-begin-with-and-the-studio-of-a-so-called-music-technology-program-where-the-video-professor-knew-more-about-music-than-the-visiting-professor. #bittermusicschoolmemories
Cancer beats depressing songs...or something.
I have a feeling that during the acoustic set tonight, I'm going to cry about 20 times. Maybe over the course of the evening I will have cried out all remaining tears from my tear dam and won't have to cry for like, 2 months. We'll see.
But anyway, we're playing tonight at the Cardboard Art festival. It's the final day of recycled funfunfun, so we are going to end it with a bang. And some music. And some robots. Did I mention that we're also performing with Dog Powered Robot tonight? I hope so. Because as all of my friends know, Fisher Miga is my wonderful, charming Pomeranian boyfriend who also happens to destroy serious robot ass. Don't know what I'm talking about? I FEEL SORRY FOR YOUR PITIFUL SOUL.
It will be a memorable and light way to go out. We're doing an acoustic set first, then have a mini skit with Team DPR. Here's what our last skit looked like:
I'm glad to have been a part of this band and finally found a voice in music. So often, egos and people's crappy personalities ruin music-making in any genre. Though the Minks is a simple band, it's one that truly speaks from the heart. We like to bring love, fun, and good ol' fashioned rock and roll out with us when we played. We never tried to say our music had deeper significance enough to create world peace (Bono, I f*cking hate you #justsaying), or that we were the greatest thing to come along since the Beatles (parachutes are pretty fun to play under, though).
We just had a good time and gave that to others. And for how long have I been grateful to be a part of it?
All this Time.
with confetti kisses,
Fine Young Poet : Em
an artist who chooses to starve