We got together again last Monday in Lansing for pizza and rock'n'roll. We watched a Led Zeppelin video for inspiration and then went into the little room in Jeff's basement where our equipment is. Joel and Grant are down to two amps; one is quite unreliable because of the dust and water from the fire. The other one has a big black spot burned into the front, but it pumps out all the sound we need. Fortunately, Jeff's two neighbors are hard of hearing because Grant's amp is super loud and Jeff hits the drums very hard--a necessity for OVERHANG! The room used to belong to a teenager--there's promotional stickers from a bunch of bands, graffiti, and study aids all over the wall. "Slut" is written in purple on one side of the wall and inspirational sayings on the other.
The teen spirit is obviously still in the room because we all are playing like angsty kids in a cannabis shop. Ur, candy shop. Joel, unfortunately, has to bob himself up and down to the music without a guitar because of his arm inflamation, but he keeps a vigilant ear open to what will make the beat better. After Monday, we can see that Jeff is making quick progress and we are starting to feel the itch of possible live performances in a few short months. Joel still doesn't know if he's going to Latvia. He had a kind of tough talk with Janis over the phone last week, despite the high phone rates. Janis is probably living on one meal a day and has been battling bronchitis (his studio didn't have heat for awhile) but we need more mixes from him in order to make a decision on whether or not we can do mixes over the internet.
Bassists? That one guy from North Park has stopped responding to our emails, so we'll keep looking. Or, if worse comes to worse, Grant will play the bass or something. There's more than one way to skin a cannabis. I mean, cat.