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shermaramaFnar. Tonight there was a Bad Fucks practice. We now have eleven songs that total about twelve minutes in length between them, and this evening appear to have acquired an extra guitarist. He has played in lots of bands and may even be not bad. What he's doing wanting to play with us, I have no idea. Drumming remains great fun, and fucking hard work because I keep trying to play everything faster than I can, no matter how much that progresses over time. I was learning a lot of L7 when we wrote those two new songs a couple of weeks ago and I've barely sat behind a kit since so now I can't play them at the same speed. Hum.
Tomorrow it's Drumtech in Acton, with Tina and some enthusiastic new guitarist. The two lads we thought we had something going on with, that dissolved for reasons I will never understand. They sent weird distracted emails hinting at personal crisis and then just kind of stopped getting in touch. So there's this lad that Tina's jammed with a time or two, and now she's joined a drum studio that offers cheap practice rooms, happily solving the problems with most of the practice rooms in London being blatant rip-off merchants.
Sunday is SON-day, boys and girls, and I believe we're starting recording this weekend. This'll hopefully get us a reasonable quality demo. I'm going to have to sort out our logo, it's got things going for it but it's not as right as it could be. I think it needs an outline of a pelvis instead of the random bit of flashwork. A sort of stylised flashwork pelvis, indeed.
Then there's a Bad Fucks practice again on Tuesday... Oh, this is going to be a fun weekend, I reckon. I wonder if I can come up with an excuse to try and bag the 70s Morley wah in the Friday-Ad? And resisting the temptation to respond to Al Blackwood's ad for a bass player may be hard, even if it all went pear-shaped last time. I may settle for shooting the messenger and damning the Friday-Ad.
Tomorrow it's Drumtech in Acton, with Tina and some enthusiastic new guitarist. The two lads we thought we had something going on with, that dissolved for reasons I will never understand. They sent weird distracted emails hinting at personal crisis and then just kind of stopped getting in touch. So there's this lad that Tina's jammed with a time or two, and now she's joined a drum studio that offers cheap practice rooms, happily solving the problems with most of the practice rooms in London being blatant rip-off merchants.
Sunday is SON-day, boys and girls, and I believe we're starting recording this weekend. This'll hopefully get us a reasonable quality demo. I'm going to have to sort out our logo, it's got things going for it but it's not as right as it could be. I think it needs an outline of a pelvis instead of the random bit of flashwork. A sort of stylised flashwork pelvis, indeed.
Then there's a Bad Fucks practice again on Tuesday... Oh, this is going to be a fun weekend, I reckon. I wonder if I can come up with an excuse to try and bag the 70s Morley wah in the Friday-Ad? And resisting the temptation to respond to Al Blackwood's ad for a bass player may be hard, even if it all went pear-shaped last time. I may settle for shooting the messenger and damning the Friday-Ad.