Don de Dieux, Maudite, Trois Pistoles, la Fin du Monde
The band just left. I shall not squee, but that felt really quite good. In attendance were: Tom the drummer, former mate from the ijits and the short-lived Upholsters (1 gig and lots of swearing) and an even shorter project in which I made the unwise decision to separate our little duo of rhythmic bliss and made a run at the guitar with extended claws; as well as Lisa the violinist. I've heard her name around the block for years and she is quite fabulous really. All intentions seem to be to get together again next week, same bat-time, same bat-channel. We may be looking for Others, so if you're available, let's dance.
What we need now is some songs(implication of singing, horror as that might become with my voice) and a way to record things on the spot. Need to get the l'ordinateur laplander setup to do that. LEN!
Now there's this huge void, especially with the departure today, for three months, of one mad Russian who seem'd to fill in the spot of best-friend quite nicely for the recent past. Vacancy. Luckily, some French-Canadian friends came over earlier, and they might be staying the week, at least.
Pat Fish, Butcher, this one's for you.
Oh, and we missed the Junior Prom.
What we need now is some songs(implication of singing, horror as that might become with my voice) and a way to record things on the spot. Need to get the l'ordinateur laplander setup to do that. LEN!
Now there's this huge void, especially with the departure today, for three months, of one mad Russian who seem'd to fill in the spot of best-friend quite nicely for the recent past. Vacancy. Luckily, some French-Canadian friends came over earlier, and they might be staying the week, at least.
Pat Fish, Butcher, this one's for you.
Oh, and we missed the Junior Prom.