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I see some small patches of grass. Some of the cars out there have their windows open. I know spring is not actually here but it's fun to pretend. I've been listening to Neil Young all day watching the snow melt.
Hands sore and crumpled from lifting, grabbing, twisting, smashing, manipulating, pushing, pulling, and strumming this past weekend, make for weak Rockumentary posting. My apologies.
Although I was not in tip-top shape for the Thirsty Mind show this past Saturday, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I can only image how much better it would have been if I was not partially sick, fully exhausted, and wanting of a voice. I squeeked and squawked my way through the set, thanking my lucky stars that this was not a room-full-of-smoke. The gig was 5,000 times better than what I imagined. How fun would a tour of places like this be? No cynicism, no pool tables, and neon signs, no angry bar tenders and sound guy, no ringing ears, no swampy restrooms. Just a room full of people who were hanging out enjoying the music. It was gentle and comfortable and casual and friendly, the way I wish life was all the time.
Max, if the rest of the band is in agreement, can we make this an ongoing kind of "regular" gig? I think South Hadley needs us, and I think we need them.
I read the article in the Northeast Performer today (article). It's nice and long and accurate. The pictures look fine, yay. It doesn't really mention anything the music or the performances but then again, how many ways are there to describe music that will actually mean anything to anyone anyway? Maybe we are selling our personalities and the music is the accompanying soundtrack. I don't know.
I like Brian's idea of having a meeting instead of a practice tonight. Let's do that. The hiatus is over, I think. I'm hungry.
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