| Current mood: |  happy |
| Current music: | Soilwork- Bastard Chain |
Master of Cowboys from Hell
I went to Nafis' house at around 11, to drop Spoonman's drum set over, and set it up for band practice. Once the remaining members of the band arrived, plus Cat, it was the first time all 5 members actually met, together, in the same room, heh. Nafis served pizza, as usual. Dammit, for once Nafis, serve something else, heh.
The singer, Mike, is an idiot. He doesn't know how to tune his guitar, or what his guitar is currently tuned to, hasn't developed relative pitch, and his fingers move like a beginner's. Up to a certain point, this is excusable, but he's been playing for two years. He seems as if he's been playing for a month.
Kevin's drums are loud. It looks as if we won't need to mic them.
I like my wah-wah pedal, but I'm certain there are pedals out there with a wider sweep, which is what I want.
After practice, Zakk and I headed to his apartment. It's a nice place, but best of all, is Zakk's ultrasonic humidifier. It's beautiful, and the mist refracts the light from the LEDs to give it a sort of aura. I had fun entertaining myself blowing into the mist to watch it fragment, swirling in the turbulent vortices I had formed. After eating chinese food, we restrung my guitar with .09s, to replace my .10s, since Zakk happened to have a spare set of strings laying around. I find them a lot easier to play on, especially when bending. I introduced Zakk to Soilwork's music, which apparently he liked, for their "downtuned soloing", in which Soilwork manages to include solos in their songs, in spite of having dropped to BEADF#b. I don't recall what time I left, but I did leave my guitar behind, which I'll retreive tomorrow, hopefully. That will depend on my mood tomorrow, which will affect whether I decide to lug the heavy case home, without a ride, or procrastinate. We'll see...
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