(no subject)

[pfists_of_pfury]

Supposedly this evening at the Mariachi For Primates rehearsal/fiesta we will be having a keyboardist come to check us out. I've pissed and moaned forever about getting some keyboards into the band (and even putting Greg into a headlock until he agreed to learn how to play them), so I hope it works out. Hopefully she won't think we're just a bunch of creepy old dudes (which we are) and be into what we're doing.

And I wonder if we're going to have to change the name of our weeper "Bitch, Get Out of My Kitchen". . . .