I've been jamming with a drummer friend of mine for quite a while now, we've been in a "band," I guess while we were away at college and now that we're both back home for the summer we've decided to jam at his house some more with a mutual friend of ours on guitar. Everything has been going well so far, we've had a few practices and recorded a few instrumental ideas. Just screwing around and not really being serious I named the first track we put down "Swing is Dead, Long Live Pigeon **** Metal," making reference to an Axl Rose comment made about the Eagles of Death Metal I just read about in passing. I get a text message saying "My Mom said we cannot practice at my house because she kind of got mad at our songs," (paraphrasing) These are instrumental tracks, mind you so of course it was the eccentric titles. I replied,"that's fine, they're just instrumental tracks," He says,"My Mom said we shouldn't do instrumental tracks cause we should always sing the song of the Lord." *after I picked myself off the ground from laughing so hard Mind you I'm a pretty open minded guy, but the tracks we made are rather rockish, and I proposed a funky bass line I thought up and it just didn't work in this context. I replied "Don't worry man, I'll clean out my garage and we'll jam there," He replies with "Here's some of my Mom's lyrics she wrote, not bad," and proceeds some typical religious lyricism about Darth Vader (Satan) vs. Obi Wan (God). I reply with "I don't really want to pigeonhole ourselves right since we're just starting out and really don't know what we've got here now," After texting several times with no response back from my drummer, I don't know XD Damn my knack for eccentric working titles! XD And I am slightly suspicious this is a case of vicarious living, although I don't know his Mother enough to tell. Anyway, thanks for listening to my "still jamming at parents houses," blues guys. Take it easy.