Still Raining, Still Dreaming...
09.15.06 (10:52 pm) [edit]"My red is so confident
that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frightened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But I'm, yeah, I'm bold as love."
- Jimi Hendrix, "Bold As Love"
Good practice tonight. We've got a new guitarist.
He's pretty much like every other guy on the planet, straight-up blues/rock stuff, (just once I'd like to have a guy come in and warm up with some Wes Montgomery licks then say, "Hey, do you guys play any Electric Prunes?") but he's damn good at it. He's also a better singer than he thinks he is, but we've come to the decision of looking for a full-time singer. None of us really WANTS to do more than a few lead vocals. I'm into it when I'm on my own, but in a band context I'd really just rather play the fucking bass. I do have a few things I'd like to sing (I've got this bug up my ass about doing Free's Wishing Well right now) but mostly I want to groove off the drummer and be a goddamn bassist.
These next couple weeks are going to be inssne. I'm doing a long-ass weekend up north, working in family time with Katie (we're going to two grandmother's and my aunt and uncle's) between the gigs, then driving back here sunday first thing so i can do another practice with these guys. Then Monday and Tuesday I'm going to two Keneally clinics after work - one of them two hours away in Louisville.
I'm quite capable of these things, but I always still end up doing a big crash and burn for a day or two. Alcohol is usually invovled to a larger extent than normal. But hey, what else am I gonna do? Sit home and jerk off? shit, I do that enough anyway...
I told one of the guys today that the current job (putting together wooden bar stools for two days now) is different for me because I'm not very mechanically inclined.
"The only person who'd ever refer to me as 'handy' is MY DICK."
I thought that was pretty funny.
Love,
Dougie