Heavy Fucking Metal
Jul. 19th, 2003 02:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaMan, my shoulders are killing me. I am Sherpa Sherm. Shermpa Sherp. Something.
Tonight I have mostly been carrying:
Gig bag containing bass, strap, tuner, two leads, robot in disguise, another robot in disguise, distortion pedal, MD player, microphone, lead, adaptors, paper and stuff.
Rucksack containing two books, mappe, notepad, pens, robot in disguise the third, water bottle, long-sleeved shirt, various containers now empty of food, alas, and sundry items including a 9B pencil and emergency cutlery.
In total, this weighs quite a lot. This is even before we get on to the contents of my pocketses. And I carry this sort of quantity of stuff round the country quite often, including several recent weekend-long trips where the practice gets cancelled at short notice and I find I've carrried a lot of it round for no good reason. And I don't generally mind, especially not when there's the adrenaline of a good practice to get me home.
Shame it wasn't a good practice, then. Enthusiastic the lad may be but he's going to need it to get through the years of practice he has to go through yet to be any good. So I got back as soon as I could and went down to Deviant and threw myself around. And walked the two miles back with all that shite on me. Bah.
Tomorrow there will be sunshine and veggie kebabs and cajun salad and rum, though, and everything will be just fine.
Tonight I have mostly been carrying:
Gig bag containing bass, strap, tuner, two leads, robot in disguise, another robot in disguise, distortion pedal, MD player, microphone, lead, adaptors, paper and stuff.
Rucksack containing two books, mappe, notepad, pens, robot in disguise the third, water bottle, long-sleeved shirt, various containers now empty of food, alas, and sundry items including a 9B pencil and emergency cutlery.
In total, this weighs quite a lot. This is even before we get on to the contents of my pocketses. And I carry this sort of quantity of stuff round the country quite often, including several recent weekend-long trips where the practice gets cancelled at short notice and I find I've carrried a lot of it round for no good reason. And I don't generally mind, especially not when there's the adrenaline of a good practice to get me home.
Shame it wasn't a good practice, then. Enthusiastic the lad may be but he's going to need it to get through the years of practice he has to go through yet to be any good. So I got back as soon as I could and went down to Deviant and threw myself around. And walked the two miles back with all that shite on me. Bah.
Tomorrow there will be sunshine and veggie kebabs and cajun salad and rum, though, and everything will be just fine.
