

Looks like Linus wants in on the action. He’s happy that I’m playing live again π
I could be wrong.
Maybe he’s plotting something?
Anyway, very soon, I will be strapping a guitar around my torso and playing some gigs with a couple of cover bands. I am definitely excited! I always said that if I can play 1-2 gigs a month, then great. Now I have three over the course of two months.
I’m out of hiding…for now.
Tom from Blame It On The Girl sent me the set list for the two June shows yesterday, and in true Bello fashion, I went right to work. Most of the songs are embedded in my brain, so that’s cool. There are some new tunes that I have to learn, and that’s not a problem either. Definitely more country tunes than what I’m used to, but country guitar players can give rock players a good run for their money. The licks are quite cool! A lot of pop/Top 40 stuff, as to be expected, and of course some harder rock interspersed. Anyone who knows me, knows that I always deliver the goods. Never have to worry about me messing things up or disrespecting the material.
Though I like to sneak some weird shit from time to time π
Obviously I will not divulge what songs are on the list, as I prefer the element of surprise. Safe to say that there are songs way out of my wheelhouse, and that’s fine. A few are totally in my comfort zone. Gotta have that balance. (I will mention that one song is going to be “my jam”!)
And while the Supernova gig isn’t until August, it will be here before you know it. (So will Christmas…ugh!) Will there be any more dates between now and then? Got me! Again, element of surprise!!!
Now what about my own songs?
Well…what about them?
I’ve been writing, demoing, re-writing, throwing things out, pulling them from the trash…you know how I operate. One minute “This tune is great”, the next “Eh, just not grabbin’ me anymore.” And a week later, “Why did I get rid of that one?” The perplexing saga of being a creative type is real. I’m clearly nowhere near ready to find players and get to work. My heart is still reeling from the last cd. Feel like Rachmaninoff at times but soon those feelings will disappear. And maybe I can feel like Paganini again.
Sorry, Yngwie!