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Jam On It

Yeah. It’s starting up again. I think it’s a summer thing, but I’m just wanting to rawk. As in plug the guitar in and turn the amp to 11. Need a danged BuddhaJam again is what we need. But I don’t see that happening. That was definite time and space kind of thing, both of which have passed.

And I’m not really to the the ‘lead guitarist’ point in my musical journey (and I’m ok if I never get there), I just want to play rhythm guitar and stomp on the effect pedals needlessly and rock out in stupid 3 chord punk rock fashion. 

But being almost 40 and wanting to start a band or be in a band (especially with all the other shite that’s going on) strikes of some kind of lunacy. I have neither the practice space nor the time, nor the temperament to put up with but a handful of other musicians anyway.  So what’s the alternative. Eff if I know. I guess just wait until the house is clear, plug in the Slash Epi, turn isht to 11 and pretend.

Works for me.

Comments

Darrin said…
rawwwwwwwwwk. ian's had rawk on the brain too... we need to find a time soon to make like Leatherwolf and have a triple axe attack! I'd ever bring along the Drunken Sailor Flanger and the Oxidizer it asked nicely. We'll certain get some uniqueness going on then!
Todd S. said…
Yeah. When are we doing this, again?

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