Monday's rehearsal

Last night's get-together was rather sweet, really. it was a sort of "Parent'n'kids" Nite. There was a father and son team on guitar (in matching wellies), and father and daughter team on vocals, another father and son team on keyboards and bass, and a new father and son team coming up to Shed 3b just to have a drum-along.

Yes, it's a big TLOGS 'hello' to Paul and Charlie (a different one), who have agreed to come along for one or more rehearsals to see if one or more of them wants to be drummer No 6 - or is it 7?

There's no imminent gig, so it was a very leisurely gallop through the set-list, and a chance to see if we're what they want, and if they're what we're after. Watch this space.

A quick mention to Anthony for turning up without his bass, but then, finally, after much persuasion (and after he'd gone and got it), launching into the bassline from Hysteria. Show off.

The End of the Global Warming Tour

Now that the Global Warming 2010 Tour really certainly definitely has ended (unless something else pops up), it's only right that we salute Dr David Viner, once of the Climate Research Unit at the world-famous University of East Anglia, (and therefore High Priest of the Global Warming religion, and predicter (in 1990) that we will never see snow again) with a photograph:

Last Night's Gig

Off to Droxford Village hall for a very lively 30th Birthday party. As befits the last date of the Global Warming Tour, it was blisteringly cold, with the occasional snow flurry.

It was a bit of a reunion, too. A young man with a very smart grown-up haircut turned up; we were too polite to ask him to leave the drums alone, and it was only when he started playing that we realised it was Matt. Very nice to see him again - and hear him. The key 'fill' in 'Look Back In Anger' has morphed from 'Boom-ba-dum, da bum, da bum, da bum' to an almost indecipherable but exquisite feast of high hat jazz syncopation.

It's fair to say we were a tiny bit rusty, and I dare say some of the more youthful audience would have been unfamiliar with our playlist, but, as ever, we had a very jolly evening. And Shed 3b had a damn good Hoovering while the kit was all out.




Tessa doing some last minute homework....

Monday's rehearsal

Well, the Very Short Autumn Tour starts and finishes on Saturday in Droxford, so we are going hard at it in Shed 3b. Still with no official drummer for rehearsal, but Tai stepped in, made lots of noise AND kept the beat. Certainly no-one could accuse her of being under-dressed.

pues, verdaderamente, les dio muy fuerte a los tambores

Thomas Lord Open Mic Nites

We highly recommend the latest thing down at the Thomas Lord in West Meon - Open Mic Nights.

Here you can hear all sorts of bands and performers. Last Saturday saw some of Different Place (oka No Through Road) and a couple of The Shorthorns (oka The Prime) bashing out some semi-accoustic numbers in front of a throbbing throng.

Saturday also saw the inaugural performance of the Dave The Bass Trio (aka DTBT) (oka the Dave The Bass Quartet (aka DTBQ), but John was kindly ferrying schoolgirls around Hampshire "OMG x 1,000 LOL"). Dave, Charlie and Tess ran through an eclectic and just-about-polished-enough set of four songs.

Inevitably, the house band (that's us) finished off the evening with a few old favourites.

Bit of a catchup needed.

Bit of a lack of blogging recently, so here's a round-up of events.

The Old Gits and Mick the Sticks have gone our separate ways - many thanks, Mick, for coming along and having a go.

This has left us without a drummer again, but thanks to careful management of the TLOGS finances, enough is left in our Cayman Island Offshore Account No 2 to pay for Matt to catch the train down from the Land of The Racing Pigeon Flat Whippet Ey Up for our gig on Saturday.

Let's hope we don't get the 'wrong type of snow' on the line.

Monday's rehears - hold on a minute

I don't think we had one on Monday. Or was it on Thursday? Perhaps we did, but we've forgotten about it. Or got lost on the way. No, I'm sure we didn't do anything. We would have texted each other if there had been something on. But then again, we keep forgetting each other's mobile numbers. And we don't understand texting. And where have we put our phones? And we don't recognise the names when they flash up on our screens. And we can't read the screens without our glasses. I'm sorry; have we met?

We truly are becoming Old Gits.

Let's try again next week.