A Word from the Flyz. . .

Some jams, some members, some showing up. I missed a practice this monday, and this was the recap I got from the guys:

Josh: "Jam was good on monday, i learned alot about myself as a musician and a person. There was a point where angels took over my body and did the playing for me while i stood back in another sort of dimension and watched myself rock out. But crazy enough i look over and alex is experiencing this out of body rocking. It was beautiful times but the out of body experience might have been the acid alex slipped in my drink."

Alex: "It was deep. I wept."

So, suffice it to say, the music is in good hands. A name change is being contemplated, as this project is much more a combination of efforts rather than a single "Jay" leading his "Barn Flyz". Now, I'm the one who brought it up, but unless someone knocks me out of the park with an idea (or, you know, someone is even mildly interested in one of my ideas), perhaps we will simply remain "the barn flyz" -- an anti-red-rider name evolution.

Saw my old friends The Radical Dudez at the park tonight, rockin' it out with a far too short set. They sound pretty polished, and new drummer Steve has some pipes and some sweet lead guitar chops -- so operation "hate the guy who replaced me" continues to be a dismal failure. I also like the new Nick, or is it the old Andy? Is there a difference?

Happy Birthday Brent. Good luck with the pills.

So, that's probably about 15 inside references that no one will ever read, so I think I'll call it a night.

All the best,

Jay.