Back in the Saddle
We got to practice as a full band tonight! Whew-hoo. . . it FELT (yes it was a feeling) good to play with the fellas. The basement was hot like a sauna, but we played like we had a crowd of thousands (good thing we didn't though, sometimes things were a little. . . shall we say, rusty?).
We're getting ready for our hour-long set at Newark Community Day on the 19th. Should be fun. Started working on a new song that sounds phenomenal. . . and makes us a very diverse band because it's very driving and very hard. Seriously, it's hard to believe that the same band would write this song and Wanderings. But then again, I love diverse bands. I haven't yet come up with a decent melody for it, but the rest of the group sounds incredible.
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That's us! Hard rocking folk singers...
haha... details on the show??? 10 in the morning on (is it sunday?) in front of ewing? If I can I wanna come but I don't know if I'll be on campus... I hope so :-)
Yeah someone should send out a fanlist email about the show. Someone who can write well. Someone who's name starts with a J or I. hehe
ooh ooh!! I have an idea... why doesn't DAVID do it!!! :-P hahah... whomever :-D
Man you're right. It was hot in that basement! Not only were there extreme temperatures, but that extraordinary "Look Machine Stench." You guys have a specific, yes your own unique odor. When you guys really get rocking, one of you, I wish I knew who, so that i could kick you out, omits this strange odor. Even hours after you are done playing I can go down to the basement and take one sniff, and be definitively sure that TLM was just there. It takes a while of running the dehummidifier to air out the room... uck! it's grross! Just so long as you don't touch my drums, whoever you are, the Mr. Stink Man, we can all be friends.
Shane, you're crazy... next time, you should bottle up that beloved enigmatic odor into a glass jar and sell it on e-bay.
Hmm.. perhaps TLM stench smells of warm soggy Swiss Cheese?
Thow aret very very smart. How hath thow aquired thine learnedness?
haha... eww... sounds gross... oh well. haha... boys!! :-P j/k
The smell is the ghost of Collin's dreads.
On the contrary, the smell is that of lotuses and roses.
Ya, know... This last practice the room didn't smell quite so detestable after y'all had left. Maybe there was some sort of paracite in Collin's hair that didn't like loud sounds and would release some type of chemiccal or a deadly toxin when frightened. That substance may have had the strange odor that came to be known as "The Look Machine Stench!"
I fail to see the mystery here. If you cram 5 guys in a hot, stuffy, little basement for hours on end and have them playing their hearts out on their instruments, there will be sweating involved.
Yeah. true. Toby came over at 5 the other night, and we played music. he left at about 10. Josh leach was over for a little while too. The three of us together playing music sweated so much that the dehumidafier came on! It was really really hot, and we were dripping sweat, but It didn't stink! Something about the look machine...
It wasn't stinky to you because as the stench slowly builds up, you got used to it. I'm sure if someone walked in with a fresh nose they would have noticed some stinkyness. The same goes for when we practice. I have never noticed this stinkyness you've spoken of because we just get used to it as it emits.
This is sort of a wierd topic. I liked the one abput cheese better.
It seems we have totally different "tastes in cheese." Your's being all cheese and mine being swiss, which tickles the senses. What you have said does not "make sense" and comport with reality/facts. Example, it does not make sense to state that Swiss comes from the H-E-double-hockey-stick place, which is evil. Then as an issue of Truth someone says, "Yep, looks like you fit a pattern casting Swiss in an evil light. Look at this moldy cheese. Look at this shoddy wrapping." And then, "WHAT!! Swiss is outside of my reality." And so on.
Don't tickle my senses!
Man, I sure know how to kill a conversation!
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