Music's Edge Rock Camp, Day 3:
Working damn hard, the full ”fun” of it hasn’t kicked in, but it‘s starting to sound like music. Smiles of recognition appear.
I predict: 1) They’re favorite tune (G&R) will not be their best. 2) Their least favorite (Lorde) will be tightest. 3). Eurythmics will fly the furthest. (This happens — and the kids invariably realize it by the time they make their final set list.)
My youngest wants to bow out of the big show, even though he‘s just as good as the others. (“Overcoming Self-Doubt“ pep talk pending.)
One of my 2 piano dudes volunteered for bass on the hardest Song. First timer, he concentrates with great attitude. Giant bass guitars are awkward for 11-year-olds.
Soloists have emerged: Keyboard Kian & Shreddin’ Caroline (”Just point to the fret I’m supposed to start on.”) Niko the drummer wants a piano solo on Elvis, giving Jessie a chance to get behind the kit for some old-fashioned Rock-n-Roll.
My drummers are so generous and collaborative as they take turns behind the kit and offer pointers. Ultimately, they‘ll be simultaneous on the big stage, so this rapport is crucial — chomping at the bit to get those two kits side by side.
Kyler’s acoustic guitar broke, so he shrugged his shoulders and picked up my strat... ....Gosh, this is an easy-going group. They don’t even flinch when I re-compose the music for easier execution. (Some kids strenuously object to any and all diversion from “how-it’s-supposed-to-go.”)