A few nights ago, I was out on the deck at around 4 am. I
was chatting with the karaoke host, she has been going through a rough patch
relationship-wise and I’ve been offering my advice to her. After an intense
talk about the expectations of relationships, I mentioned the allure of the
ocean. It’s really hypnotizing; every time I see it I have this strange urge to
toss myself into it. Now, before you start getting concerned about me having
suicidal thoughts, she said she feels the exact same way and I know we’re not
the only ones. There is something comforting about its vastness that fills me
with a desire to be consumed by it. This must be where that old myth about
sirens comes from; it is really like the ocean is beckoning me to it with a
seductive song of death.
And this seduction pushes itself far past death, into the loins
of the ship. The rhythm of the waves fills the staff with an insatiable lust;
sex is practically all we talk about here. My co-workers are filled with a covetous
confusion, obscuring what the actually want from themselves. Some of my new
friends are absolutely clueless as to what they want from a partner. People are
leaving in a few weeks but establishing what seems to be serious relationships,
others are turning down women left and right because they don’t want an empty
lay but they don’t want a girlfriend either. Some of my co-workers cheat on
their significant others who are waiting back at home, others try to bang
guests every cruise, and others sleep with people they don’t like just because
they can. Those lucky enough to find a partner on the ship fall into extremely
intense relationships and spend virtually all their free time together. Some
have learned to stay away from the other sex all together due to the
unavoidable grapevine on the ship. Who’s fucking who is a frequent topic of
discussion, so once someone knows it’s more or less public knowledge.
The men on the ship vastly outnumber the women, so you kind
of need to get chosen by a girl for anything to happen. I can feel eyes
beginning to fall onto me. It seems the closer you are to the end of your
contract, the more desirable you become. I guess it makes sense; almost no one
out here wants a serious relationship, and dealing with the awkwardness of
having to see an old fling every day is something that no one wants. There are
girls I have my eyes on, but the majority of them are unavailable, and honestly
I’m not very keen on pursuing something. If it fell into my lap (haha) I would
consider it, but as of right now, I’m cool as a cucumber.
As far as my post-resignation social life is concerned, I am
much happier than I was a few weeks ago. Knowing that my contract is soon up
has filled me with outgoingness, which basically means I’ve been drinking. A lot.
I think I’ve been up binging until 4 am (at least) every day this week. A few
nights ago, I go so drunk that I had to purge, so I pulled the trigger and felt
like I was a senior in high school all over again. My drinking isn’t really
driven by a desire to get drunk, just to alleviate boredom. Ship life is dull
as I have previously written, so I’ve been avoiding that reality by sleeping
all day and drinking myself into a stupor at night. It’s not nearly as bad as
it sounds, I’ve had some fantastic times doing it, and some hazy mornings. It
feels empty because it is, but it’s better to share emptiness with others than
in my room by myself.
I’ve been spending a lot of my nights with the showband
singer and one of the male dancers. They are both total sweethearts and fun to
be around. The past few nights we’ve sat in the singer’s room ‘til the wee
hours talking about whatever it is that drunken people talk about. Besides the
two of them, there are a few ladies who work in the spa (they’re called “Steiners”
officially) who are cute and like to hang out with the musicians, and the art
auction workers are a lot of fun and easy to talk to. I’ve befriended a few of
the other dancers as well. They are a diverse bunch, some of them are great and
others are borderline psychopathic. This coming week the new cast is coming to
the ship, and thus begins what a few people have called the “dancer derby.” As
I said earlier, sex is mostly what we musicians talk about, so in the coming
days there will be a half-joke of a race to see who can get one of the new
girls first.
Besides drinking in excess, we’ve spent some nights playing
Settlers. I’ve gotten a small group of people to know the game, and we’ve
played enough that they’ve actually learned its intricacies. Co-op videogames
are also pretty common, as well as music listening/hard-drive exchange parties.
Sometimes, a group of us will cram into a room and watch a movie on our 15inch
televisions. A few nights ago there was a wine & cheese party in the piano
bar, and the pianist played us a set of rock standards, it was quite fun. A few
nights before that one, we made a trip up to the “fancy” steakhouse on board.
The food was decent to pretty good; my steak was a bit bland but cooked just
how I like it. The highlight of my meal was probably dessert. I had house-made
mango sorbet that was phenomenal but the portion size was laughable, smaller
than a gumball. After that, one of the trumpet players and I split an
over-priced glass of cognac. The bottle had never been opened, and the drink
was served to us steamed, which wafted a heady aroma into our face as we drank
it. The buzz was light and airy, much unlike the belligerence of whiskey that
I’ve been used to here.
As things get closer and closer to the end of my contract,
the band is really starting to fool around with the material more. At karaoke,
we’ve started to switch instruments. I plunk notes out on the keyboard while
the pianist has fun playing sloppy drum beats. We play a few rudimentary hip
hop songs where the band basically just loops a sample the whole time, so those
are kinda begging to be shat upon. As for the dance sets, I’ve been getting
more and more creative with the beats I’m playing. The paper for most of the
songs is BORING, and I could stand the rote playing for only so long. I’ve been
tossing inverted paradiddles in a lot, I like those things. Apparently, I have
absolutely no room to improvise on the production shows though. I played out a
little bit during our last one, and P promptly told me to stop in a friendly
yet passive-aggressive manner. I was feeling mopey about it, so the second show
I just kinda went on autopilot. The rest of the rhythm section has room to do
some improvisation, so that got me a bit mad that the drummer is always the one
at fault. P has a tendency to scrutinize my mistakes and let everyone else’s
slide, but I realized it’s silly to get upset about it. I’ll be leaving in two
weeks, so it’s not worth it to get dark about stuff like that.
On the other hand, the jazz sets have been cool. Last week,
I did not play my best. There was a total lack of communication amongst the
players, and that, combined with a dearth of jazz experience led to a pretty
lackluster set. However, tonight there was much better communication between
musicians. Tonight, while I was not satisfied with the solos I played at all,
they were significantly better than what I have played in the past few weeks. Unfortunately, most of the musicians are just
expecting me to play along to whatever they are doing and no experiment along with the
music. Honestly, I have 2
weeks left here, and I don’t want to play underneath people when it comes
to jazz. Sure, in more concrete performances I’ll play out less, but
when things are left up to us, I won’t give a damn about anything at all except
playing the way I want to. Tonight, I got some weird looks from the rhythm
section because I wasn’t letting them off easy by keeping straight time.
Granted, I made some rhythmic mistakes, but I refuse to just be a background
player for them. They are all extremely skilled musicians, probably much better
than I am from an objective standpoint, but I refuse to ignore my musical voice because they don’t want to count. This ensemble has two more weeks to
play this set; hopefully we will form into something more cohesive in the
coming shows. Right now, it just feels like a bunch of egos, mine included, butting against
each other.
With only two weeks left, there are parts of this job that make me totally regret quitting,
and others that make me feel that these last two weeks can’t end soon enough.
I’ll make the best out of the time I have here, and the music we make will
hopefully be enjoyable. Until next time, this is drunk me signing off.
-D