Bless me Father for I have sinned...
So my birthday was Saturday and a week or so before when my wife asked what I wanted to do for the occasion, I told her I wanted to have a jam night/party at the house. I had been REALLY sick all week (I took off three days and still felt ill) but was determined not to cancel; I wanted to play on my birthday.
So the house was decorated, the PA was set-up and in the end it was just me and one other guitar player I play with from time-to-time. I pride myself on being a good player and practice every day. But on Saturday, despite my efforts and my stubborn adhearance to the date, I sucked. I royally sucked. Did I mentioned I sucked? I mean some seriously crappy guitar playing!
My singing was good, despite the cold/flu, but I simply could not play two-notes together that sounded good -- and all this in-front of my friends from work whom have heard about my guitar skills but have never heard me play. Sure, I could offer excuses and fish for compliments to make me feel better but I know they would be empty. And my friends will still think I suck.
In the end, the party was a grand success and the last friends left at 4am. However, although I have had off days in my playing, I have never felt like my skills abandoned my as they did Saturday. I guess man plans, and God laughs!
Any of you other esteemed folk have any similarly embarrassing/dejecting stories of your worst night's playing? I sure could use your insight so I can still pick up a guitar and continue despite my terrible night playing. Misery does love company...