Well gentlemen, and Big Hand, I think you will all agree that we had ourselves quite a nice practice last night. Even though it positively wore Dave out setting up his mega-electronic drums, it was well worth it. Volume control is a beautiful thing. Wes said it best when he said that it was “more musical.”
And as an added bonus, Dave put those Big Hands to good use by learning how to kill a cymbal ring on that fancy-schmancy eelecterical drum set. Rodney just couldn’t quite get the hang of it, but then again, his hands aren’t quite as big as Dave’s.
We ran through Brandy, Stuck In The Middle With You (and I sang through yet another guitar solo on this one – with the music right in front of me – sad), Drift Away, Right Place Wrong Time, 867-5309/Jenny (which was excellent), Whip It (where we did some impromptu arranging, and Phillip will nail down a firm arrangement for us), Green Onions (I will probably introduce the band during this number, so if there is anything you would like for me to say –or not say- about you, send me an email with the details), We’re Not Gonna’ Take It, Baker Street (sounded sweet, and P is going to work on a way to get the guitar solo in with the sax part – because I won’t stop whining until he does), Stacy’s Mom (definitely worth thirteen bucks), Louie Louie (I like this song more every time we do it), I Touch Myself (I just have to convince myself that I can pull this one off), Cumbersome (Wes kicked ass on these vocals), New Age Girl (too much fun). And Blister In The Sun somehow made it’s way on the menu, which is fine with me. Sadly, we didn’t have time for New York Groove, (as P had an oh-so-important meeting this morning, so next time we definitely have to have Salty Egg King Steams The Vegetable Sponge. And I was able to sing through the excruciating pain of a sore throat – with some help from the Crown.
We were also treated to P singing “She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie…Tums”
But the best line of the night is a two-way tie. The first one came about when Dave was bitching about the speakers not being turned around, not because it made a discernible difference in the sound, but because it didn’t look right and Rodney said, “Well, we wouldn’t want to disturb your feng shui.” The second, oddly enough, was also directed at Dave. Wes, referring to Dave said, “He traded heinous for gayness.” I think he was referring to the drum set switcheroo.
There were some other memorable quotes. Dave was talking to Rodney and was overheard to say “I’m using two different size drumsticks and my shit went flying.” And P, ribbing Wes for taking so long to tune up asked, “How many strings do you have on that thing?” To which Wes replied, “How long have ya’ll been quiet?”
And we learned that after a couple of Gaviscons, Vicky Lawrence looks pretty good.
Best idea of the night: having Dave sing “These Boots Were Made For Walking” to the tune of Folsom City Blues.
I had a blast, guys. Can’t wait for next time.
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