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Band rehearsal went really well yesterday. My 'other' band, as I've taken to calling it. Actually, we have a name now, one that Orly picked out and I really like. The only concern is that it may have been used by someone else years ago, but I don't think it will be a problem. Besides, look how far Nirvana went on a used name. Our sound is so simple, yet undeniably catchy and energetic. We're going to own Portland, and then we're coming to your town, too.
The other other band, Lakeshore Driving, is getting together again on Sunday. I still have no idea what this project is going to sound like. Our influences are so disparate, tied together by a gossamer-thin strand of commonality. And that common influence we're usually under is called 'alcohol'. But hey, it's a guaranteed good time, even if it doesn't go anywhere. Inertia creeps, moving up slowly.
My roomie and I drained a few glasses of that same influence last night and had a very deep religio-sociological discussion/debate. It was a perfect exchange -- we both said what we wanted to say, and nobody got angry or hurt. We even shared two packs of Ramen and hugged each other before we went to bed. Maybe pasta is Jimmy Carter's secret ingredient for diplomacy, too.
I've been working on the next issue of Concordia News over the past couple of days, and that went pretty easily. It's interesting to see how worked up people get over the lack of a stop sign on their intersection, or new businesses that apply for a liquor license. I'm going to see if I can introduce the concept of a Page 3 girl to shift the focus a little bit. Of course, it has to be a local girl from the 'hood. Moonraye, do you want to be a star?
Muahahaha...
The other other band, Lakeshore Driving, is getting together again on Sunday. I still have no idea what this project is going to sound like. Our influences are so disparate, tied together by a gossamer-thin strand of commonality. And that common influence we're usually under is called 'alcohol'. But hey, it's a guaranteed good time, even if it doesn't go anywhere. Inertia creeps, moving up slowly.
My roomie and I drained a few glasses of that same influence last night and had a very deep religio-sociological discussion/debate. It was a perfect exchange -- we both said what we wanted to say, and nobody got angry or hurt. We even shared two packs of Ramen and hugged each other before we went to bed. Maybe pasta is Jimmy Carter's secret ingredient for diplomacy, too.
I've been working on the next issue of Concordia News over the past couple of days, and that went pretty easily. It's interesting to see how worked up people get over the lack of a stop sign on their intersection, or new businesses that apply for a liquor license. I'm going to see if I can introduce the concept of a Page 3 girl to shift the focus a little bit. Of course, it has to be a local girl from the 'hood. Moonraye, do you want to be a star?
Muahahaha...