Back to the drawing board

Well, Jim decided to go with another band that was "already established and gigging." He told me this via e-mail yesterday, the day before practice. And to think, Dan and I learned that shitty fucking song "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit for him. Bastard. Oh well, time to move on and find a new guy.

Dan's amp sounds absolutely sick with the right distortion pedal(s) in front of it.

Ya know, I thought, "Who even reads this blog and why am I writing in it?" I couldn't answer either, so I'll keep chugging away until I get too bored or someone makes fun of me.

First Practice

Well, we auditioned Jim, the bass player, and he's really good. He's also a pretty nice, laid-back guy, but he does have the gift of gab. Man does that guy love to talk. He also looks like Mr. Clean with a goatee and an earring. He could easily be a pirate. For a first practice, things went pretty well. I was pretty nervous during the first three songs or so, and I think Dan was too, but I settled down a bit. I definitely didn't think we'd get through 14 songs. We never had to stop, which is a good thing. A good musician should be able to keep the song moving if there's a hiccup somewhere. We practiced in my basement, and since I live in a townhouse I was worried about my neighbors. I talked to my closest neighbor and let her know what was going on. She wasn't thrilled, but didn't get pissed about it. I've yet to talk to her to see how loud it was, but all I know is in my place, it was loud as hell. I mean freaking loud.

After practice, Jim said he'd call me back on Monday night after giving it some thought. Monday night came and so did his call as promised, he seems pretty reliable, and he said he'd like to come back out. That's awesome news because, like I said, he's really good. So we've yet to schedule our next practice, but things are coming together nicely. Also, Dan's new amp should be in by the end of the week or Monday at the latest. Now I just gotta stumble upon a briefcase full of money and get a new amp and guitar. RAWK!

Gearheads

Since my last entry, my dad's come on board for this band thing. He plays drums. We're lucky that we can even sit in the same room as him (as musicians) because he effing pwns. You have no idea how many times I've had people tell me my old man's the best damn drummer in Detroit. So you can say we're pumped that he's in.

We're auditioning a bass player on Sunday at my place. I talked to him on the phone last night and he sounds like a cool guy. Pretty laid back and from his mannerisms he just sounds like a good ol' boy. He really digs all the songs on the preliminary song list we put together, so that's a bonus. Hopefully when we all come together we gel well. Dare I say we could be gellin' like felons? No, I dare not.

Yesterday Dan bid on and won a 1976 Marshall JMP 100 Watt Mk II amp head for $811. It's got two inputs (high and low sensitivity each) and a master volume mod. If you have no idea about guitar amps, this amp easily sells for $1500. He got a sick deal. Truly insane. The JMP Mk II head is probably in the top 3 heads ever made my Marshall, alongside the Plexi and JCM 800 series. He's probably going to get a JCM 800 cab for it for around $450 from a local guitar store. My friends, that is one sick rig for $1261. The biggest thing is that if he doesn't like the head, he could easily sell it and make money. Color me green with envy.