D-Man Bites Dog
Marking my territory, one expletive at a time.
The jet pilots wailed.
25 August, 2007 ---- 2:26 AM

Oh man.

That fucking rocked.

And rolled.

We done did the song.

It was a relief to not have to worry about being self-conscious about my vocals and just leave that shit to someone else.

The other other band member is some sort of virtuoso who seems to be able to pick up any instrument and play. And he's a whiz with the music engineering side of things. He's now left with finishing things off, but we may have an mp3 by next week some time.

If they remain, the bad guitar parts will be mine. The other dude plays some wicked acoustic in the middle where we needed to take things to a different place.

It was so great playing with other musicians and being involved in a collaborative, creative process. New verses were added, old ones discarded. My finger tips hurt. It's all good.

It makes me want to learn to play properly.

I'm so glad I didn't go with my initial response and chicken-shit out.

OK. Now I need to sleep.
Going to visit my parents up north early tomorrow.
I am going to be so tired…



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