I was thinking of practicing the guitar tonight. You know, noodle around on a few songs from last night’s rehearsal. Maybe come up with a new riff or two.
No. That was the plan from… before.
That was the plan from before I sliced a chunk out of my left middle finger while dicing up some pepper to put in the quinoa.
Oh quinoa! You are a cruel south american mistress. I bleed for thee. I bleed for thee!
At least I did until I washed it out and put a band aid on it. Stupid fat middle finger always getting in the way. I guess I’ll spend the evening watching Bob’s Burgers on Netflix instead of playing the guitar.
Oh well.
Here’s a god awful horrid sounding cover song from last night’s band practice. I’ve now played this thing with two different bands and I haven’t a friggin clue who played it originally.
Inside the Red Head's Head 