Well, tonight was a trial. Juan had a job interview (good luck by the way) and Carissa was off enjoying herself at a Neil Gammon reading, while the rest of us were left to soldier on. Through shear iron-willed determination and the strength of demi-gods, we were able to pull this rehearsal whole thing off.
Dan was the sport of the year and volunteered to step in for the enjoying-herself Carissa on vocals as well as manning the bass. He went through pure hell, I can tell you.
Kent was beside himself all evening.
Maria’s Pizza was once again consumed. The barbecued chicken has taken their taste buds by storm. The band highly recommends this product and would not be averse to a lucrative sponsorship deal or being featured in highly paid television commercials for the restaurant.
Many thanks to Dong for bringing along his super deluxe camera, which I shot most of the video with.
Trampoline Song – Kent pointed out last night that about 4 of our next recordable songs have the word “Song” in them. A Discount Romance theme or eccentricity? Perhaps I’ll have to look into title tweaking. Excuse Dan from just repeating the first verse in the second verse. Also, notice how deftly Jason handles a dropped drumstick, midsong.
The Trampoline Song as heard on the night. (one of now the famous “Song” titled songs)
Even though she wasn’t there tonight, we still have this picture of how we remember her best….at Mystery Mammal Studios, licking a guitar.
Carissa’s Song – We have a new high-kickin’ ending which is very much on display. The sound ain’t great, but hey, it’s being recorded by a fucking camera.
Here is our one-mic wonder of Carissa’s Song. This “Song” titling thing isn’t an obsession. I can’t stop any time I want. Honest.
I Know It’s Only Love – This is the song that keeps getting pushed back in the schedule. No more!!! It will meet its musical maker on Saturday.
You will have to pardon us for the paucity of pulchritude, in these pictures. Rock and roll isn’t always pretty. Tonight, we proved it.
Luckily, Kent still had alcohol to fall back on. Literally.
Kent’s new nickname in the band is El Presidente. Well, that’s what he has demanded we start calling him...or else.
Dong shows off his “Don’t Fuck With Me, Motherfuckers” look. He’s been working on it for quite some time.
Dan is still trying to figure out which is his most photogenic side.
We discovered last night, quite by accident that Jason is, in reality, a demonic drum playing robot from a distant galaxy.
Dan’s forearm-curing meds are just fucking wonderful. Thank you for asking.
It’s harder than you’d think, to resist puncturing someone’s ear drum with the tuning head of your bass guitar.
There’s nothing that puts Dong to sleep quicker than hitting an F# minor. It’s really hampered his career as a musician.
Kent peruses the 75 page, trickily worded, Discount Romance contract.
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