Except Ralph, he bought me coffee, so I owe him.
Thanks to Doug's unexcused absence, I got to be the bass playah of the night. While I enjoy playing the bass, I must confess, the Key of B is pretty exhausting.
Just kidding. I dig playing bass and I had a great time. My fingers are actually blistered, though, which is the down side.
C'est la vie.
Bass la vie?
Monday, June 15, 2009
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If ya keep doing it, those blisters turn to calouses, and then there's "no worries, mate!" Thought you were a more than capable substitue. Gotta have a bass, or the jam bogs down.
I get a cup of java for ya next time I'm there, which will be the on the 29th.
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