Ink Runs Dry
Last night was the worst rehearsal ever with two (2) members crying off. I cannot speak for Norman D with confidence (as his silky word play leaves me grinning at the wall) but sincere apologies all round. The important upside is that we will be fresh for rocking the mic like vandals the Sunday during the first official recording session. For which we need a name...The Nugginsland Sessions? Crushingly, the clever ellision "Rocktober" has been used to great effect by numerous commercial radio stations for years and years and years.
posted by Unrelenting Tedium at 8:53 am
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Meanwhile instead of practicing, the remaining members of the band gathered for a pint or two at the Carron and arranged the band's set list for just bass and drums.
You are quite right, we do need a name. The Deadly Oyster Sessions in Dan's honour?
They were mussels actually, and crab and calamari... it was marinara mayhem.
re: "his silky word play leaves me grinning at the wall"
I've pondered this now for about 40 seconds and can't work out if it is:
a) a compliment
b) an insult
c) something else.
Also, is this the same wall that Paddy leans on?
compliment certainly.
well thanks, mister.
well they are in Yarraville and Yarraville's most notable monument is The Sun theatre so...
The Sun Sessions?
oh, wait, hang on...
Also, on a recent trip to Sydney I got so bored I started reading the Gideons bible and, as Doug would say, I WAS INSPIRED!
I like the opening line from the book of Lamentations: "how lonely sits the city..."
which I thought would be an outstanding title for a Squid Ink Album/song/Breakthrough debut novel.
But I just googled it and found it has been bloody nabbed in 2005 by a Nashville post-rock band called The Ascent of Everest. Bastards.
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