Pussyfoot band practice
As I sit here at work contemplating my next attack strategy, I think back to the wonderfullness that was the the inaugural Pussyfoot band practice. We were smokin'.
I still do not have my guitar. I'm having to improvise with a Yamaha classical acoustic axe. Nice beefy lows with little to no mids and highs. The rest of the band is going to be blown away by the huge sound of a red-rocker hollowbody screaming through the tube-amped power of a Vox amp.
Will we live up to expectations? Is that even possible? We're taking it slow. None of us wants to be the next Britney Spears. We want to live a little before fame drives us over the top.
More drinkin' tonight at the Edinburgh Castle. An email from the Out of the Bedroom open mike night organizer this morning makes me harken back to my old Scotland days -- out til 3 partying with the local singer/songwriter crowd. Downing Caledonia 80's like they were 70's. Good stuff. Heady times. Will we ever see those people again. Would Erin's hair look better had the fire alarm *not* gone off?
It makes you wonder...
I still do not have my guitar. I'm having to improvise with a Yamaha classical acoustic axe. Nice beefy lows with little to no mids and highs. The rest of the band is going to be blown away by the huge sound of a red-rocker hollowbody screaming through the tube-amped power of a Vox amp.
Will we live up to expectations? Is that even possible? We're taking it slow. None of us wants to be the next Britney Spears. We want to live a little before fame drives us over the top.
More drinkin' tonight at the Edinburgh Castle. An email from the Out of the Bedroom open mike night organizer this morning makes me harken back to my old Scotland days -- out til 3 partying with the local singer/songwriter crowd. Downing Caledonia 80's like they were 70's. Good stuff. Heady times. Will we ever see those people again. Would Erin's hair look better had the fire alarm *not* gone off?
It makes you wonder...
