So we were playing the Hard Rock last week and mid-fucking-song, my bass pedal decides to break in two. Not to worry though, I borrowed G.J.'s. It's not that I'm upset or anything...it's not that the pedal owes me anything. I mean it's 4 years old and has logged hundreds of hours of play in 30+ states, but damnit Jim, I liked that pedal. All of the settings for spring tension, and leverage were perfectly rusted in place from countless hours of beer, Jagger, Red Bull, and leg sweat.
I must go. The boys and I are doing an all day/ all night jam! later we're gonna get some burgers and beer and do a cook-out here at the warehouse. It's gonna be DEE-LUX!
Oh yeah, we bought our Vegas packages yesterday! 8-days and 7-nights!
Vegas baby...Vegas.
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