Hey ho - Friday evening in the Band-Maiden's household and all is calm and bright. Lee is sitting behind me, practising something incredibly complicated by the Divynals on his new Gretch Sparklejet, which apparently has the perfect sound (this week).

Teenaged daughter (part-time bass player and full-time groove Goddess) has just come home from another McDonalds fine-dining experience and is parked in front of cable, scarfing the last apple pie and reviewing the newest MTV offerings.

I'm getting ready to make a meal and trying to make sure I've got everything sorted out for Sunday. We tried unsuccessfully to recruit two guitarists today. Even after an ad rewrite the first respondent turned out be be a full-time highschool guitar teacher and Fleetwood Mac fan (whatever floats your boat, I guess) with delusions of relevance. The second person (fully rigged out with web-site and rack of downloadable MP3s) was so goddammed dull, turgid and downright bad that it really makes me wonder whether industrial deafness wouldn't be a good thing for me to come down with.

But isn't there something wonderful about Friday nights?

It's just got dark and its getting cooler everyday as Autumn sets in and its got that great, pre-gig vibe - just outside there's people loosening their ties, pulling on their fishnets, jumping into taxis and real tall drinks and starting to r e l a x after of week of norming. THe night is young, the weekend's long and, with Easter just around the corner, a lot of folk won't be doing any work next week either. Its time to get LOUD and loose and lovely.

....can't can't can't wait...
....let the groove be with you.