There are glitches
on some video games that have gained relative internetty fame where
the characters appear not with faces and freshly rendered, plump fake
flesh, but merely as eyes on stalks, sometimes with wide, toothy,
lipless grins.
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| "I do." |
Cheery elements of
facial features suspended in mid-air.
That's pretty much
how we are right now.
It's been a
ring-around-the-rosie of various illnesses and viruses in the
band, culminating in my laying on my stomach in the middle of the
practice room yesterday trying not to sing a symphony onto the floor
while Sez handled his sneezed out snot like the sands of time;
forever trickling through hands, flowing like Italian dough, the
others looking on through braeburn apple eyes regretting every
decision they'd ever made.
We've all had
something or other over the last few weeks. I can only hope we're over it, now. I certainly
feel better. I give it an hour. I found a pecan slice under the
fridge but I'm being sensible and trying not to eat it too fast.
So, after
how-many-days?-I-have-forgotten of wall-to-wall rehearsals, we're on
the last day of them today. We are getting it together, of course, for this show at Cargo...tomorrow. New material, and all that. Always
worth a mention. Album songs that you wouldn't have heard before.
Just a couple. Just a couple of newbies thrown in there being heard
for the first time tomorrow night. With a string quartet. Just a couple of new songs. From the album. Just a couple.
Shit. Is it
tomorrow? It totally is.
Don't worry –
we're ready – it's just that it's been so long since we played in
the UK that the whole idea of playing has become a little alien.
It's too early.
But then
Tim
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