Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
The show started off kind of rocky because the power went out on us for two different songs early in our first show. After they fixed the power issue, we performed until 8p to an intoxicated crowd who had some trouble when Duke asked them to "Repeat after me..."
It was fun, but six hours to drive home was a bit much on a super-windy night.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
We still played well, and the few who were there, quietly, enjoyed themselves. Mostly, I'll remember this show as quiet.
Friday, September 25, 2009
I can hardly wait for the cookbook! All the mimes go WOOOO!!!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Mark's bass talk joke was good:
A bass player decided to get married so he told his mother. His mom asked, "What is she like?"
The bass player answered, "Well, I'll tell you what... I'll bring home three women for dinner tomorrow night, and you can try to guess which one I'll marry."
"Sounds fun!" she said.
So the next night, the bass player brought three women for dinner, and after they left, he turned to his mom and asked, "So, could you figure out which one I'm going to marry?"
His mother answered, "Yes. The redhead with the huge boobs."
The bass player said, "That's amazing! How did you know it was her?"
To which his mom replied, "Because I don't like her."
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Speaking of which, Mark's Bass Talk joke was as follows:
"This bass player comes down off of the stage after his last set one night and a girl walks up to him to introduce herself. "I'm Carmen," she said.
The bass player said, "That's a pretty name!"
"Yeah, I didn't like the name my parents gave me, so I named myself after two things I love; cars & men! What's your name?" she asked.
The bass player quickly replied, "Beersex."
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
It was good getting a chance to perform with Mark Rohrman again. He had a good Bass Talk joke this week. It went like this:
This bass player decided he needed to supplement his band income, so he decided to buy a stud german shepherd. A few days after he had the dog, the guitarist from the band calls the bass player to see how things were going.
"Terrible," said the bassist. "I can't get this dog to look at any other dog. He just sits around, scratching himself in front of the TV all day."
"Call the vet and see what he says," said the guitarist.
So a couple of days later, the guitarist calls back to see how his buddy was doing.
"Great," said the bassist. "The vet gave the dog some pills, and now it humps everything. It serviced all of my clients dogs, then broke out of my yard and chased down every female dog in the neighborhood."
"What kind of pills were they?" asked the guitarist.
To which the bass player replied, "I don't know, but they tasted like peppermint."