There was a bit of a gathering on Monday. Tessa, of course, has vanished across the Atlantic, and AirCheapoBongo have apparently sent at least one piece of luggage with her. Very kind of them. Hope the rest arrives soon, TF.
Our new vocalist couldn't make it, so it turned into one of those 'Why don't we try this?' evenings. Inevitably, very little acually gets done - we did 90% of one new song, and 10% of another fifty, but a lot of fun was had.
Dave couldn't make it: he sent a text which said 'Cripes, chaps, I'm a bit held up. Probably won't make it. Pip Pip.' Of course, it didn't actually use those words; the real text will be posted on a separate page, accessed once you've proved you're over 25 and without any heart condition. Anyway, reserve bassist stood in (once he'd finished his homework, moving seamlessly from R'n'P to R'n'B.)
Maybe it's because I'm now fifty, but we didn't half sound loud. I thought one was supposed to get deafer in old age, not more sensitive.
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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