I was in a strange mood Friday night... I dunno, maybe it was the few beers I had at lunch, the six-pack I had after work, or the three I had during rehearsal... but I don't thing so. A case of beer over twelve hours barely keeps me buzzed. None the less, I had a serious case of the "poor me's" crossed with nearly terminal case of "fuck the world". My stomach had been really acting up over the past few days and I haven't even been able to keep a salad down, let alone McDonalds - I've lost a few pounds (not on purpose!) and about the only thing these days that doesn't make me hurl is Canadian... I know I can always trust my Molson...
So, in true "fuck the world" fashion, I strapped on my wireless, cranked up the bass and played my ass off for two hours. I ran outside, down the block (that wireless has AWESOME range), through the rain, around the building, up the stairs and ALL around the room. I did my best rock stance, and tried a couple of really low-hangin' bass-touches-floor crouches. Speaker leaps, metal poses, devil faces, and all manors of otherwise insane theatrics. Moral of the story? Come Saturday afternoon, I could barely move. I am sooooo sore... my ass feels like I've been doing 1,000 buttock-clenches on the hour, every hour for the last two days. My knees are making sounds much like my clutch did the first time I drove a standard. Everytime I go up stairs I keep thinking I'm hearing someone cracking walnuts.
Yup, it's official. I'm old. And not only that, but it looks like I'm at the age where it is officially geeky and "sad" to still be pretending to be a teenager. Who am I kidding? BobDog asked Scarecrow Balcony to open for his 5th anual Anti-XMas Bash on December 13th, so I figured I'd better start practicing my best endurance-musician impression - hell, Bob's my senior by at least a decade and just WATCHING him exhausts me - I wanna do him proud, so I'm absolutely going to keep at it...we've got the chops, we've got the edge, but I definately think I'll do some stretches before the next rehearsal....
Wish me luck!
Oh, and by the way - MAJORLY imporatant Scarecrow Balcony gig, December 13th at the Cobalt! BE THERE!