Here I sit, close to despair.
I've been in a band that started out 2007 and disbanded around 2011.
Funk/Soul/Reggae, a six piece with git/voc, bass, drums, keys, sax and trumpet.
The BL (git/vox) came from a strong Jazz background and wrote the outlines of most original songs we performed. I must admit that my creative input was a bit limited back then because I had just rediscovered the bass after a hiatus of a few years and I was the worst musician among that lot. I practiced my lower_back off to keep up with the pace.
So this BL put out the call that a dear friend of his, who has been a loyal fan, is to be wed in a while. He asked, if the band could perform on that wedding. Everyone in the band agreed within an hour or so. The problem is that some of us have moved out of the city, or even the country. So we put together a 12 song setlist with mostly original material and a few covers. He even provided songsheets (chords and lyrics) and audio material (we made 2 CDs back then).
The band agreed to meet for one rehearsal before the gig.
So, with the time approaching, I took my bass, the sheets and the music to get back in.
I've done a reunion before with a band that was 12 years gone and that went really well, muscle memory kicked in after two riffs and I could play the gig on auto pilot.
I expected something like this in this case, too.
But my muscles memoryd'nt. I got past the intro and into the verse, but dropped out at the bridge and could not remember any of the chorus.
The provided songsheets are not much help to an uneducated mind like me.
Ab9b13b might ring a bell for a Jazz guitarist, but sounds like the Type Number of a washing machine to my ears. So I rummaged around in my old cases and gigbags and behold, I found my own 'notations' I did back then to remember my parts.
I swear to any deity of your choice that we did not do drugs while practicing back then, but what I found were not song sheets. Those were the scribblings of a madman!
I switched my favorite of late for the bass I used to play in that band, which made it worse! The familiar feel of the back of the neck, the way I used to hold this particular bass when playing this particular style of music - it all felt so well known, fond memories resurfaced. Memories of what I did and thought and how I felt playing back then - but not a shred of what I played or how!
What I thought to be two evenings of home practice, a rehearsal and a gig turns out to be a note for note grind through completely relearning all our original material prior to rehearsal and gig.
I am in trouble covering the basslines of an album that was recorded 8 years back, bassplayer: Me.