Well, in defiance of Carmageddon, Discount Romance were back at it in Shabby Road Studios on Friday night.
And Dong was back at it during the week. Another motorcycle crash and another trip to the hospital. Apparently, he hit some oil at a stop light and went down. He could actually see his leg bone where his skin used to be! I’m guessing his jeans weren’t in very good shape either.
Luckily for us, Dong was foolish enough to remove his leg brace so he could drive to rehearsal.
Jason had a gig and could not make it. We set up this little humble little tribute, in his memory.
Juan was again missing. This time in San Francisco. This is a picture of what we think we kind of remember him looking like.
Maria’s food was once again consumed with great alacrity. Even Carissa couldn’t resist a piece or two.
A great story:
They towed Dong’s bike off while he was on his way to the hospital. That leaves our poor college student with 285 bucks in fees for towing and impounding. Plus, if you leave it with the city while you try and raise the money, they charge you by the day for keeping it against your will. Dong put up a question about it on a Harley site and people, out of the blue, donated all the money he needed to get his bike back. (Well, what’s left of his bike back.)
So there is still some kindness left in the world. (much to Kent’s chagrin!)
Stay tuned for the further adventures of our very own Evel Knievel.
We rehearsed three songs but only got two down on video. Everyone’s a Cowboy is still going through the discussion stage. We’re thinking of doing a very spare acoustic version and another, more aggressive version.
In the Mornin’ Time – This got off to a pretty good start. Unfortunatley, that’s all there was. A start.
In the Mornin’ Time – This time we managed to get through the whole song! This is there first time we’d played this and I think it’s coming along great. There’s a lot of nice playing and singing on this. When we get Juan and Jason in on the act, I predict world domination.
And here is the one-mic wonder version of the song.
Nighttime Song – This is one of our prettier tunes. Carissa says it’s her favorite of this batch. She sure sings it purty!
And now…More captioned pictures!!!!
Before we start any rehearsal, Carissa reaches for her throat spray and her Taser.
In order to get as much as possible out of our rehearsals, Dan urinates right where he is and keeps on playing.
Carissa rehearses for her first drunk and disorderly bust. We all know it’s coming.
This maybe all that’s left of Dong, by the time we finish the album.
If the boys do a really nice take of a song, Carissa likes to give them a quick glimpse of “The Monster”.
“No Kent, let Dong our of your guitar case this minute!”
If the Coca Cola company is watching, you can buy our enthusiastic endorsement of your product. Or, we're also willing to sell you Dan, outright.
Kent has been bummed since childhood that they didn’t shoot Old Yeller earlier in the movie.
“I’m so sorry Dong, we thought that stuff was toppings for the pizza. We didn’t realize they were bits of your knee.”
Luckily, Kent concluded that his mic stand wasn’t sturdy enough to beat Dan unconscious with.
Dong plays guitar like there’s no tomorrow. And with him, he could be right.
This reminds Carissa of a blind date she once had with Ron Artest.
“Whoa! No wonder that stuff was so expensive.”
“I wonder which one of those fuckers has been licking my house keys.”
Luckily, Shabby Road Studios is equipped with an elevator. We may have to think about getting defibrillators and an iron lung if Dong keeps this up.
Carissa can always identify who used her microphone last by tasting it.
Kent is a very traditional guy. When he gets married, he plans to carry his wife over the pain threshold.
Dan often day dreams of a far-off land where women wear bikinis made out of sweet potato pie.
Dong is on painkillers the size of Jeff Goldblum’s head.
“See, all this agreement says is, I’m allowed to take off all your clothes, and tie you to my refrigerator door. It’s really pretty straight forward.”
“Well, maybe Kent will sign it.”
Dong looks over at Carissa and wonders if she’d lend him some of her knee-skin.
It doesn’t look like it.
After a few beers, there’s nothing Carissa likes to do more than throw up on her own hair.
