May 28, 2012 13:40
The other day at decsent Brendan and I were talking about our respective bands and somehow or other the idea of my band playing at his birzday party came up - I think I was saying something about how we've always practices sprodaically but that we've always been pretty good at getting properly organised when we have something to work towards.
So anyway - I got in touch with Ian and Jessica and asked if they'd be interested. Ian replied "hrm" - which is as good as a yes where he is concerned - but he's since threatened to pull out. I saw him at fear of comedy on Friday and he was being an ass (to everyone - not just me) - he said our band was shit and that he couldn't understand why we bothered - but he also badmouthed FOC & the other bands playing nad half the people in the pub - so I remained cautiously optimistic.
Jessica and I have spent the entire weekend banding for like, 7 hours straight each day. My fingers are killing me. I've taken the day off work for Friday. We actually sing now!
Today Ian advised that he has to wear insoles (?!) and won't be able to play. I don't think I have ever been angrier with him. He just had to say 'no' upfront, y'know?