It's on!! 
We've been given our slot for the battle of the bands. It's this Sunday. I've had like, TWO practices with them. And another one tomorrow morning.
OH. MY. GOD.
I'm actually really looking forward to it. With my old band, I was so terrified of the whole performing thing that I'd just be routed to the spot and would look up from my bass precisely once every ten minutes. I've promised myself I'm actually going to have fun this time. It helps that the songs we're doing are actually fun to play, as opposed to the tired old heavy metal cliches my last band used to inflict on the audience. But yeah. Now I've got to find a kick-ass outfit!
Speaking of my old band, I happened to see one of them down our local sleazy alternative nightclub last night. We've been on no-speaks for about two months and I've been avoiding that place so that he can get over things. Only I kind of think he's had long enough to mope now and that I should be allowed back out to play. The last couple of times I've made an appearance there, he's been a complete emo about things. I'm just there trying to enjoy myself with my (infinitely cooler) friends and out of the corner of my eye, I'll catch him in a heap on the floor. It's offputting. Anyway, luckily he buggered off pretty shortly after I got there last night which was considerate of him but this whole situation is ridiculous. Am I wrong to go there? Maybe if I just leave it a few more months? Is he being a prick about this? Answers on a postcard.
We ended up going back to our singer's place and watching Jet Li's Fistfull Of Steel. Probably the best film to make your own dialogue up to ever. Once the boys had the bright idea of making fart noises every time someone was doing a meaningful stare on screen, I ended up having an hour long giggle fit. Although that may have been the weed.
College was fun today. I got dragged into the recording studio and made to lay down a vocal. (I don't know where people have got the idea that I can sing from, I'm rubbish). The track was dark and metal-ey, so I did some Lacuna Coil style aaaah-ing over it as tunefully as possible. They seemed pretty happy with the second take, which bowled me over. I get very shy about singing in front of people but I found that if I just got on with it and pretended it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing on a Friday afternoon, it felt okay. (It probably helped that I'd just come from spending a little time with my stoner friends, if you catch my not-entirely-subtle drift).
(I don't smoke half as much weed as this entry indicates I do. Really!)
I intend to spend tonight curled up in front of PowerTab, frantically playing along to MIDI versions of the songs we're doing for Sunday. The terror of looking like a twat on stage is one of the most effective motivational devices ever.
We've been given our slot for the battle of the bands. It's this Sunday. I've had like, TWO practices with them. And another one tomorrow morning.
OH. MY. GOD.
I'm actually really looking forward to it. With my old band, I was so terrified of the whole performing thing that I'd just be routed to the spot and would look up from my bass precisely once every ten minutes. I've promised myself I'm actually going to have fun this time. It helps that the songs we're doing are actually fun to play, as opposed to the tired old heavy metal cliches my last band used to inflict on the audience. But yeah. Now I've got to find a kick-ass outfit!
Speaking of my old band, I happened to see one of them down our local sleazy alternative nightclub last night. We've been on no-speaks for about two months and I've been avoiding that place so that he can get over things. Only I kind of think he's had long enough to mope now and that I should be allowed back out to play. The last couple of times I've made an appearance there, he's been a complete emo about things. I'm just there trying to enjoy myself with my (infinitely cooler) friends and out of the corner of my eye, I'll catch him in a heap on the floor. It's offputting. Anyway, luckily he buggered off pretty shortly after I got there last night which was considerate of him but this whole situation is ridiculous. Am I wrong to go there? Maybe if I just leave it a few more months? Is he being a prick about this? Answers on a postcard.
We ended up going back to our singer's place and watching Jet Li's Fistfull Of Steel. Probably the best film to make your own dialogue up to ever. Once the boys had the bright idea of making fart noises every time someone was doing a meaningful stare on screen, I ended up having an hour long giggle fit. Although that may have been the weed.
College was fun today. I got dragged into the recording studio and made to lay down a vocal. (I don't know where people have got the idea that I can sing from, I'm rubbish). The track was dark and metal-ey, so I did some Lacuna Coil style aaaah-ing over it as tunefully as possible. They seemed pretty happy with the second take, which bowled me over. I get very shy about singing in front of people but I found that if I just got on with it and pretended it was the most normal thing in the world to be doing on a Friday afternoon, it felt okay. (It probably helped that I'd just come from spending a little time with my stoner friends, if you catch my not-entirely-subtle drift).
(I don't smoke half as much weed as this entry indicates I do. Really!)
I intend to spend tonight curled up in front of PowerTab, frantically playing along to MIDI versions of the songs we're doing for Sunday. The terror of looking like a twat on stage is one of the most effective motivational devices ever.
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It doesn't matter, once you give in to it it's so much fun.
Also I suck so that didn't help.
So what's on the setlist?