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Band Practice

This weekend’s band practice was pretty good.  I didn’t play terribly well.  I felt like I couldn’t get out of my own way.  It was weird.  We did a bunch of songs that we’ve been neglecting, and a couple of songs we added last week.  Not too shabby.

The interesting thing for me personally is the lack of pain.  Last week’s practice was completely pain free.  This week I had one song where things tightened up and ouch, but otherwise it was fine.  I’m not sure what I did different, but I hope I keep it up!

Here are a few songs.  I haven’t listened through these all the way yet so if there’s a major screw up I don’t know about I’ll edit things out of the playlist.

Enjoy(ish)

So Much for That

I just broke yet another no-caffeine pledge.  This diet coke sitting next to me is my first caffeinated beverage since we left the hospital.

I didn’t want to do it.  Really.  I’m just so damn tired.  I need a long weekend to recover from the long weekend.

Treadmill Blues

We have a treadmill.  It is in the living room.  It is freakin’ huge.  Gigantic.  Giguntic even.  We had it assembled by the delivery people because it would have driven Jen and me into crazed hysterics of frustration.

Now, we want to move it.  The garage has been cleaned out and a spot has been chosen for it.  We’ll need to get a heater or something as well, but if it’s in the garage then anyone can use it at any time without driving everyone nuts, and we won’t need to fold it up after each use or move furniture around.

I mentioned that it is big, right?  It’s taller and wider than any of the doors leading out of the living room.  It will definitely need to be disassembled in order to move it.

I have been trying to figure out a good way to start taking it apart and… well… I can’t figure it out.  It is insanely complicated and I’m pretty sure I am going to fry the thing if I start messing with it.

It’s just an added bit of excitement to the Christmas season.  HoHoHo, eh?

Patches is a Jerk

Three times this weekend.  Three Times!  Patches has hissed at my step daughter three times this weekend.  The second hiss also included the worst scratch she has ever given any of us.  One more move like that and I’m taking her out to the woods and leaving her there*!  Why are you being such a little furry asshole, cat?

*No I’m not.

More Than a Feeling

I sat outside the practice room while my step son’s band was rehearsing.  Toward the end of the hour they started working on a new song.  “More Than a Feeling” by Boston.

Forgetting the fact that Jen knew Boston’s singer, one of my first bands tried to play “More Than a Feeling” too.  If I remember correctly it was a short lived thing called No Anchovies Please (a kick ass name, indeed).  I was in 11th grade and had only been playing guitar for a short time.  I could barely do anything.  There was another guitar player in the band and he was good, and a few years later he would graduate to insanely awesome.

Everything we did was probably terrible, but I remember the first time we did the two part guitar harmony leading into the chorus and it was magic.  We all kinda looked at each other and said, woah!  Now my step son is going to have the same experience.  It’s going to be epic for him too.

The universe is like a circle.  What comes around goes around.  When that comes around gets to you, it is topped off with some sick ass guitarmonies.

Rock on, oh step son of mine!

Double Standard

Brief Political Rant:

In the wake of last night’s Planned Parenthood shooting, how many of the people I am reading about who are saying that this was the actions of an extremist and the overwhelming majority of pro-life people do not agree with his actions are the same people saying that we should tag Muslims because they are terrorists?

You can’t have it both ways, assholes.  You just can’t.  You can’t expect to be viewed separately from extermists when they agree with you, but not give the same benefit to people when you don’t agree with them.  You want to create a database of Muslims?  Then let’s create a database of pro-lifers and have the FBI keep tabs on every single one of you.

Screw you and your double standards.

End Brief Political Rant.