How many of us have taken so many BandWorks classes that we have countless notebooks with tunes we’ve done through the years? Countless sheets of music, almost as many notebooks … unless of course, we’ve turned them in and now all that’s left is the paper. In a pile. In a heap. Waiting, wanting to be sorted through, re-lived, the sound and feel of it nudging its way into memory.
Oh. This is what it feels like to be in a band. A group. People with shared memories. Like a family. We are the family of BandWorks.