Good morning and thank you to everyone who stopped by and left comments yesterday. Feel free to comment any time!
It's been a long week of too many activities, too much coffee and too little sleep. Fortunately, I'm working on some fun projects at the office and I'm having a good time singing again.
I received a call from an old guitarist of mine from an original "alternative" type of band that broke up about 7 years ago. He said (jokingly), "VH1 called and they're anxious to get us all back together for our long-awaited reunion concert."
Everyone from the last incarnation of the band was planning to come to our big party anyway, so we're going to get together this Saturday morning to dust off the cobwebs and try to remember and re-learn three or four of our songs for the following Saturday. At this point, I'm not even pretending I can memorize the lyrics to anything...I'm going to have my music stand right next to me onstage with both bands and I don't care how that looks!
As we discussed the songs we were going to play, our catchiest one came up in conversation. R., the guitarist, said, "In my notes there's a section in the middle described only as 'Hungarian progression,' and I can't remember what I meant by that."
Fortunately, I still have a couple of CDs of our stuff, so I'm going to burn some extra copies as a re-learning aid for all of us.
I have a big weekend ahead, beyond that band practice. I need to scrub and repaint our bathroom ceiling, do another purge of the "trash trees" invading the edges and corners of the yard, help my husband finish making the studio presentable, and finish the Shop-Vac-O-Rama I began in our basement last weekend (spiders beware!). If I have a ton of time (ha!), I might start painting the dark, 70s-era paneling in the basement a lighter color, as I've planned to do for quite some time. Wish me luck getting even half of this stuff done!