...my bass bag.
Along with a couple of sweaters it made for a pretty decent sleeping pad (read: rats nest) in a fix. I'm sure im not the first who's been their. One can tell these sorts of things by the softness and general vibe of the whole situation.
I seem to remember waking up inside a gig bag with my head just sticking out but that one is fuzzy. The only clear memory of the ordeal is the laughter of the people who found me.
Along with a couple of sweaters it made for a pretty decent sleeping pad (read: rats nest) in a fix. I'm sure im not the first who's been their. One can tell these sorts of things by the softness and general vibe of the whole situation.
I seem to remember waking up inside a gig bag with my head just sticking out but that one is fuzzy. The only clear memory of the ordeal is the laughter of the people who found me.
