MEMORIES ARE WEIRD

I was laying in bed early this morning thinking about my band experiences that I had written about the night before when I had a long forgotten memory pop into my head.  I remembered that during high school I had played in a dance band that a few of my friends and I started.  I'm not even sure just which years it happened, but I do remember most of the guys.  John Taylor played the drums.  Gary Bywater played the saxophone and somebody Young played the piano.  There might have been another, but that memory somehow isn't available to me.  We practiced at John Taylor's house up in 'Butler'.  The place is now a mortuary, but was a private home back then.  I don't believe that any kid today would think of a band that did not have a guitar.  But this was in a different world in a different time.  I do remember that I never felt that we were very good.  And when one of the guys told us that we had a church dance to play at that would actually pay us for playing I never got excited.  I just got scared.  I remember the church in Midvale where we played.  And beyond that I know that I did my best to forget the evening, and I have pretty well succeeded.  That night was our only gig.  And I am surprised that the memory came into my mind.  It was never something that I wanted to remember.  But there it is.  For a very short time in my teen age years I was a part of a band.