Another good week for Potluck. We shuffled a few arrangements and put together a 20 minute set. I can put that one in the win column and talk through a couple open mic, a free gig, etc. The fiddler has a lead on something for next week but probably no money. The mashup with Czardis and Dark Eyes is getting really, really good. Might be too complex to record on our first attempt though.
That chick singer from post #150 who we aren't working with due to bad attitude? She shoved her hand down the fiddlers jeans as soon as he could be induced to hold still for a minute.
He thinks it was a random hookup. I think it was an attempt to snag a man.
He decided that he's not going to hookup with her anymore. I can't help but doubt.
He says that pathos leads to good music. I say "famous last words".
We'll see, I guess.
I really, really love to play with the fiddler and pianist. We need to insulate that core group from skanks and Yokos, if possible
I also say that idiot diva @#&$%es need to stay away from me and my band. She smack-talked me and my wife both to the guitard and drummer (who passed in favor of an indie rock project), my fiddler, and one of the singers from my jam session in the last two weeks. She also hooked up with a couple of them on the same occasions. That's way, way too much. I usually couldn't give a hoot what people say about me, or who they're banging, but this is adding slutty-hipster-related-suffering to my musical life for no benefit I can see. "Remyd and Vixen are horrible
%#$@%s, so take your pants off"? Really?
If I'm getting bagged on for being a controlling
a@%hole, I'm gonna be a controlling
a@%hole. Will send a "maybe we should take a break so you can work on your own stuff" email, even for the informal jam. She can screw whoever she wants, or talk whatever smack in the meantime, but at my house, she's not welcome anymore.