JAMMIMG JAZZ AND ACID.
Sunday was interesting to say the least started off fresh with a little baptism of my newborn brother, then some drinks and food back at my mothers house (bless her soul i dont see her as often as i should), then home wich is only 45 minutes away to shower and change only to then catch a very slow train back out westto the foot of the blue mountains (emu plains) to jam it out with an old friend of mine who owns a really cool jazz cafe out there in bogan land and suffice to say it isnt appreciated enough by the redneck locals, and so we jam.
Later in the evening after few cones and a couple more drinks are we starting to really bust out som hardcore material, then pete calls and says that himself and another friend josh are coming round to join the session in wich we started,now we skip to the more interesting part the acid tale.
Guitar is really faucking hard to play on acid and everything is really heavy especially the the guitarpic im holding so i put it down on this cloud that seems to follow me around and make my way through the jungle to the bathroom where for at least 2 hours go by as i stare at the tiles and have a conversation with the local tribesman who seems to live in the mirror. Now it takes me 15 minutes to get out of the bathroom and back to the table where petes head has now gone swimming the oversized fishtank and josh has found his own world i a cup of coffee the rest is a little to weird so remember kids stay off drugs.
today is monday
Sunday was interesting to say the least started off fresh with a little baptism of my newborn brother, then some drinks and food back at my mothers house (bless her soul i dont see her as often as i should), then home wich is only 45 minutes away to shower and change only to then catch a very slow train back out westto the foot of the blue mountains (emu plains) to jam it out with an old friend of mine who owns a really cool jazz cafe out there in bogan land and suffice to say it isnt appreciated enough by the redneck locals, and so we jam.
Later in the evening after few cones and a couple more drinks are we starting to really bust out som hardcore material, then pete calls and says that himself and another friend josh are coming round to join the session in wich we started,now we skip to the more interesting part the acid tale.
Guitar is really faucking hard to play on acid and everything is really heavy especially the the guitarpic im holding so i put it down on this cloud that seems to follow me around and make my way through the jungle to the bathroom where for at least 2 hours go by as i stare at the tiles and have a conversation with the local tribesman who seems to live in the mirror. Now it takes me 15 minutes to get out of the bathroom and back to the table where petes head has now gone swimming the oversized fishtank and josh has found his own world i a cup of coffee the rest is a little to weird so remember kids stay off drugs.
today is monday
lelaina:
i love acid yay for bathrooms and coffee cups. sounds like a fun journey....