Friday, May 08, 2009

Flattered, I Declined. . .

Rehearsal with Kyra and Tully tonight. Their puppy tried to hump my leg. Flattered, I declined.

We play tomorrow at the Brew Pub at 2pm. It's part of this whole home-grown music fest thing.

2007, that's when the record came out. This is the longest in the history of the band, of my owning music recording gear, that something hasn't been slid across the checkered table cloth while I slyly look out the window and dare a grin.

And my studio is a sad fucking mess of unopened boxes, a hockey table, and a drum kit.

This needs to change soon.

Jay.

1 comment:

Astrid Rose said...

Nice use of the eff word. good luck with your mess.