I should really rewrite this intro:
It's that time again, a time when we get together and share our work, talk about performing, talk about practice, ask questions, and see if we can push ourselves to new levels of enjoyment. The most important thing is that we enjoy ourselves.
Some of us play for fun. Some of us are professionals. Some of us play with our friends. Some of us are just learning. Some of us don't even really play at all. It doesn't matter, we want to hear you play as well as you can - or just play.
I don't care if you play a kazoo - I want to hear it and, if history is any guide, the rest of the folks who frequent this thread also want to hear it. So, no matter what you play, come share it with us. If we like the song, we'll sing along when we all get to the chorus!
Grab your guitar and your cell phone - and play us a song. Sing for us! Play a piano. Make electronic music. Play a kazoo, blow a trumpet, bang a xylophone! We don't mind - we want to hear all of it, not just guitar.
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[–] TheBuddha [S] 0 points 4 points 4 points (+4|-0) ago
I decided on a glass of wine. I'll sleep soundly tonight.
I used to call this period 'the holihaze' cause I'd stay trashed from thanksgiving to nye.
That was not very productive.
Either way, I'm not sleeping yet.
I should describe the house. J is in the living room and making googly eyes at my son. His girlfriend is here. His best friend and his girlfriend are here. The missus is upstairs and probably somehow sleeping. I'm not sure how she does it. It's not quiet.
So, I'm kinda comfy in here with my wine.
[–] cynicaloldfart 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
J better be careful. I'd imagine growing up and living in Peru that his gf can probably take care of business.
[–] TheBuddha [S] 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Wow. You might not even know.
Her family owns a grocery store. Except, they sell more at a stall outside Luragancho. That's like the roughest prison on the planet. They regularly go inside.
There are zero staff members in the prison. They basically throw in food, pick up dead bodies, and wait outside with .50 mounted automatic weapons.
They go inside and deliver food. Hookers go in. Drug dealers go in.
The inmates are great to visitors. Harming a vistor would get you killed, pretty much instantly. See, if visitors get hurt, they cut off visits. It's all sorts of weird politics inside there. You can just get a token and go in. They'll pretty much let anyone in. If they bitch, slip 'em a $10 USD bill.
It's so corrupt - but it works.
And, my son is a good guy. He knows he's got his dad's good looks! (He looks very little like me, except facially. He's pretty much a pale face and even has blond hair. He's a good kid. I don't expect to find J's body parts scattered around the lawn.
As for his girlfriend, I'll get her to dance for us before they go back. She understands flamenco!