Hallelujah and praise be Saint Cecilia. We have a band. Mostly.
Nessa the 20 year old angel-faced punk is singing. (She's a bit lazy about learning the words, but what the hey)
George is doing a fine, fine job on lead guitar.
Ben is 6 foot 4, handsome as all getout, plays OK and will probably come in as rhythm guitarist.
STILL no drummer, but there's a bunch (or is it a herd? A warrant?...oh, its a "pariah" apparently)of fellas who are happy to sit in for a rehearsal or two, AND pay their share of the studio costs. Amazing.
The new rehearsal studio is fabo. Viastudios in Bowen Hills is all bright and shiny and clean and new. It has new equipment and airconditioning and toilets you'll be amazed at (considering most musicians and their habits). Practice went swimmingly, fun was had and progress was made. WOOT! as the TGG is wont to say.
Apparently the best fun was when Nessa buzzed out to buy Hungry Jacks for breakfast (that Burger King to the rest of you) and the lads were able to turn the amps up LOUD and jam. Happiness was committed and everyone is now feeling a bit better about the world.
In other news, that scumsucking swine and EBay pirate djrocket2003 still has our $150 and has not sent us the mixer we bought off him. Little does he know we've managed to track down is real name, address, work address, phone numbers and bank account details and are preparing to make him a very, very unhappy man. Not only is he stiffing us, but apparently he's been selling concert tickets he hasn't actually bought yet. He's got until Friday then the fun begins.
Bass Boss made another round of the gear-stores today, putting up Drummer Wanted posters, and has decided that Planet Music Shop is a very strange place. One of his favourites - the Music Junction - has moved from its prime location on the Paddinton strip to an airconditioned cave in Kelvin Gorve which has no parking and can only be viewed through the rear view mirror of a vehicle speeding past.
After much fuss and bother he managed to get inside and found that, yes, it is lovely and cool in here, but also very empty of customers. They also have a 1978 Rickenbacker bass which has seen better days for $2,700. Who are they kidding? While he was there he took the opportunity to make a noise with a Rickenbacker 650D with its much-vaunted humbucker pickups. Its walnut with an oiled finish and is, well, bloody awful really. At least that killed today's attack of G.A.S. (Gear Aquisition Syndrome). Although he's also been eyeing a new brand of Gibson try-hards - electa - which are quite pretty. But there wasn't an original Gibson in the place. At a starting price of 3 grand they've priced themselves out of the market.
Two long weekends coming up. Two more lovely long rehearsals. Music will be committed. ain't life grand?