It was an action-packed evening - even if you exclude the nasty outbreak of Sudden Dropping Pianist Syndrome (you can stop laughing now....no, really, you can.)
It was a full-house, and it started reasonably quietly, and then got too loud again - a problem that needs addressing.
We had not one but two sets of bookers dropping in for a listen - one already confirmed for her wedding but just checking anyway, the other from a well-known local hostelry who run a beer festival in late summer. "Can't hear the drums" was the latter's verdict. Mind you, by then we'd all descended into the agonising mush of ubernoise that means no-one can hear anything anyway. We'll wait and see if we 'passed' the audition.
We were a bit sloppy technically, which isn't a disaster at this stage - it tends to result in a mass pulling up of socks. Then again, the barrel of Gribble's Old Pant Stainer that needed finishing off might have been a contributory factor.
Apart from the collapsing stools (sounds slightly medical), we had Tess back (also a non-recipient of a postcard from Ian), then news that John is off to Oregon on 'business' and so will miss next week's rehearsal.
Finally, quite a shock to hear that one band member is due to be on the Jeremy Kyle daytime show in an episode called 'Snogging the bar staff - was that wise?'
Welcome to the website of the Thomas Lord Old Gits, mid-Hampshire's answer to Chumbawumba and Earth Wind and Fire, except that we're not an anarchic workers' collective, we're not American, and we do covers.
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