Okay, so I was bored and I also really want to start playing with the band again. Those two things combined to form a new Lizardfish instagram account.
Didn’t I already make a Lizardfish instagram account? I might have, but I honestly can’t remember.
There are only a few minutes left in my lunch break and I feel like I should add to the internet noise, you know?
3.5 hours left until the weekend. That seems like such a long time. On Saturday there will be rain in the morning, assuming the forecast I read today is correct. I need to rake some leaves, but that will need to wait until later in the afternoon. I need to go and buy clothes. My jeans are too big and need to be replaced. Almost all of my shirts, both work appropriate and otherwise, are also too big and need to be replaced. I am going to try going to a normal person store instead of a tall and fat person store. I expect I’ll have to go to both, but I really forget how to shop at normal people stores.
Dad has been moved from the hospital to a rehab. He moved last night and my sister was with him this morning. It sounds like he’s not in a very happy place. He’s not having a good rehab experience. I need to visit him tomorrow, if only for a few minutes. I also need to visit my mother, again if only for a few minutes. My aunt’s wake is Sunday afternoon. I hope to sneak a little more raking in before that, but we’ll have to see how far I can get. I expect that when the weekend is over we’re still going to have a front yard full of dead leaves. My aunt’s funeral is Monday morning. I took the day off from work so that I can go. There is a reception afterwards, but I don’t think my covid fear is going to let me attend. I’ll go to the church and I’ll go to the cemetery, but I think that’s all I can muster. I hope that’s enough.
The band has been talking again. Our singer has been the hang up, as he travels to Maine every weekend. We need to figure out how to get all of us into the same room at the same time. It will likely be a week night. We’ll see. I need to play at an obnoxious, obscene volume and I need to do it soon.
I am starting to get psyched up for Thanksgiving. The dinner itself isn’t a big deal anymore, as I can’t eat most of it and what I can eat won’t amount to a lot. No, the weekend after turkey day will see the kids coming home. That’s going to be awesome. Sure, we’ll start decorating for Christmas and I will bitch at how it’s too early, but that’s okay too. I don’t mind losing that fight. Not that it’s even a fight, you know? The weird thing is that I have this strange urge to start putting together a Christmas list. Insert demented laughter here.
Okay, lunch break is over. Back to work, red head.
I am reposting this because I miss my band. I want to play I want to play I want to play I want to play.
See that black thing with the word, “Fender” on it?
Know what that is?
That’s my favorite amplifier. That’s my Fender ‘65 Deluxe Reverb Reissue. It’s been at Mike’s house since late January 2020 and it’s finally back home where it belongs.
Kevin, Mike, and I were pretty terrible tonight but not nearly as terrible as I expected. We took turns throwing out song titles and then hoping muscle memory would kick in so we would remember how to play them. For the most part we did.
For most of the night my signal chain was 100% things that had never been to a Lizardfish practice before. My new Les Paul into the Ryra The Klone into the Malaise Forever Black Lives Matter into the Vox AC15. I sounded okay. A little too toppy but okay. I mostly did the Clapton Les Paul thing (not “Woman Tone”, the other thing) where you run both pick ups but lower the volume on the neck a little. It sounded pretty good.
I was pleased with the AC15. I had been a little concerned that the little 15 watt guy would struggle to keep up with the bass and drums. I need not have worried. It cooked right along with lots of headroom to spare.
As well as the Vox preformed tonight, the biggest take away is still the Deluxe Reverb coming home. At last.
If I told you I was traveling light to the Lizardfish rehearsal space, would you believe me?
What do I want to do tomorrow? Besides the 0.75% of a band practice. I don’t know.
Visit my mother? I could use a little of that. I saw dad today but it’s been a week since I’ve seen mom.
Work on the 50 songs in 90 days thing? Maybe. Probably not.
Get up at sunrise and mess around with cameras again? That would be fun, but where would I go? I’ve hit my favorite spots in town. Maybe downtown Lowell? Maybe the river walk in Lowell? Maybe the Shawsheen river in Tewksbury? I know a couple of good spots, but if the Shawsheen there is as dry as the Spicket here it might not be worth it. Boston? Too far away.
Stay in bed constantly refreshing eBay all day? I’m still the highest bidder but there are 22.5 hours remaining.
Pet the kitty all day?
Finish Umbrella Academy and start Stranger Things or Orville or Westworld or….
I don’t know. In the immortal words of Traffic, from their second record, Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring?
So maybe we won’t be having a full band practice tomorrow. One guy can’t make it. The rest of us will be there though. We’re just going to plug in and think of christmas.
I’m going to see my Tumnus pedal and my Phase 95 pedal and my Deluxe Reverb amp. It’s going to be so wonderful to see those guys again. I am also going to see a fulltone pedal but that one’s going straight into the trash. Fuck that guy.
After seeing everyone post pictures of their new stuff I have made the guitar player command decision that I will be bringing my Vox AC15 and using that for no reason other than no one in the band has heard it before. It, along with my Les Paul Standard, is a Covid Lockdown acquisition. Further, I’m bringing the big pedal board because the Ryra The Klone pedal and the Cry-Baby wah are also Covid purchases.
Rock and roll, kids. Groovy.
I still don’t know what time we’re getting together tomorrow, but our drummer just posted a picture of the new kit he got since last we played together. The bass player posted a picture of the new bass he bought since the last time we played together. Now I am posting pictures of the new guitar I got since the last time we played together.
I had to crank the ISO a little in order to get the shutter speed fast enough to not take overly shaky pictures. As if I knew what I was doing, right?
That picture was taken on February 1, 2020. It was the last time the band got together.
The other day I told the guys that if I didn’t have a band practice soon I was going to die. The bass player, Mike, said he was free on Sunday. I said I was too. Today, the drummer, Kevin, suggested 5:00 or 6:00. Mike and I both said sure. A few minutes ago the singer, Greg, said he was in too.
I am not getting ahead of myself here. There’s always the chance it could fall through, but… Oh thank the merciful fates, the band could be getting back together again this weekend.
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