May All Acquaintances Be Forgot
except for you, of course.
sleepeater rocked out its final show of the year in the basement of the Harvester building (Riverwalk Cafe). Not only was it the last, but for sure one of their best performances of the year. They transitioned seamlessly between songs which is not so easy when you're moving from guitar to piano and back, as well as using about 5 different tunings. The Poo actually had to re-tune for every song! We could have made it easier on ourselves by grouping certain songs together, but no. Certain people like to do things the hard way and it's quite possible that D stands for Dictator. Or, just dick. Either way massive fun was had. Massive.
We rolled out in a hurry at 11:30 to unload all our gear at the studio a few blocks over. Done at 11:47, Danny scooted on home to toast the new year with Kris. The Poo and I had a quick "toast" and he left at 11:52 to find a new year smooch. The D then proceeded to toast himself, before leaving at 11:57 to renew a memory with his lovely wife.
The plan was almost ruined by a red stoplight. However, the clock down in the club must have been a bit slow because I walked in on the countdown at 8 seconds. I'm like James Bond. A Knight in Flannel Armor. The Man for the Moment.
sleepeater rocked out its final show of the year in the basement of the Harvester building (Riverwalk Cafe). Not only was it the last, but for sure one of their best performances of the year. They transitioned seamlessly between songs which is not so easy when you're moving from guitar to piano and back, as well as using about 5 different tunings. The Poo actually had to re-tune for every song! We could have made it easier on ourselves by grouping certain songs together, but no. Certain people like to do things the hard way and it's quite possible that D stands for Dictator. Or, just dick. Either way massive fun was had. Massive.
We rolled out in a hurry at 11:30 to unload all our gear at the studio a few blocks over. Done at 11:47, Danny scooted on home to toast the new year with Kris. The Poo and I had a quick "toast" and he left at 11:52 to find a new year smooch. The D then proceeded to toast himself, before leaving at 11:57 to renew a memory with his lovely wife.
The plan was almost ruined by a red stoplight. However, the clock down in the club must have been a bit slow because I walked in on the countdown at 8 seconds. I'm like James Bond. A Knight in Flannel Armor. The Man for the Moment.
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