It's been a whirlwind of a month out here on the road, so we thought we'd check in briefly to let you know that we're safe and having a killer time.
I think his name is Bernsie. He has a big thick beard and is humming loudly to himself as he slams his fingers onto the piano keys. He takes a big gulp of beer and says, "Let's play something."
"See, a lot of cats don’t work on their rhythm enough, and if you don’t have rhythm, you might as well take up needlepoint or something. I can’t stress it enough. The next thing is pitch. That’s universal. You’re either in tune or you ain’t. When you get these things down, then you can learn how to solo.” Prince, Guitar Player 2004.
I said, "I am so annoyed with you tonight." He said, "Why don't you go blog about it?" My family is going to read this, so I'm not going to blog my response.
Fortunately for me, no matter how hard I kick and scream my bandmate (and wife) has a pretty incredible way of not allowing me to give up.