Can small events influence our lives at large?
In spring 2000, my band was consisting of professional level musicians. It had two vocals, brass section and a base quartet: drums, bass, piano and guitar. Jobs were quite difficult to find, but the band played a gig every now and then. Not enough for the band to live, but too much to die. Considering the size of the band and relatively unpopular music genre — acid jazz — it’s no wonder that gigs were difficult to get.
I was continuously working on the arrangements. Since the band had a brass section (trumpet and trombone, sometimes also a sax), I was adding brass section parts to every song. It felt great to work on it and hear the songs boosted by the brass section.
The band played mostly covers, just to have something to play on the gigs. I was working on the originals in meantime. We already had five originals (our own songs) and getting new ones was a priority.
This is where a `single event’ comes up. We had a gig in a club, with a rehearsal in the morning, as usual. I have just printed all the parts for a new song and was very excited about rehearsing the best song I ever wrote. We tried some songs as a warm-up and everything was fine. I gave everybody their parts of the new song. Musicians studied the sheets for a while, nodded that they’re ready. I slowly counted in, the band started playing. Intro. First verse. Suddenly, something went wrong: one person missed a beat, or other one hit a wrong note. Whatever it was, the music stopped. It’s normal on the rehearsals and I was just about to count in again as usual, when somebody said that they don’t want to rehearse anymore. `Me too’, answered somebody else. I really wanted to rehearse this song, but it was no use to push. The rehearsal ended and we played the gig.
Excitement turned into frustration. The band never rehearsed this song again. I stopped writing brass sections and composing originals. The band got some more gigs, but I had no motivation anymore. Wanting to get some rest from the band, I bought a book about programming and spent my vacation reading it. I ended up in a information technology highschool and my music career ended.
Was really the unfortunate rehearsal the beginning of the end of my band? Or would the band collapse anyway? It seems like a stupid question, unless I realize that it changed my life completely.