HELLOOOOOOO LADIES!!! (if you don't get it, you never will.) Tonight, I will delving into that dark, murky underworld also known as The Realm of Tribute Bands. To be honest, I'm frightened, as my only experience with these animals comes courtesy of the movie Rockstar. The threat of a grown man, clad in nylons, wig and lipstick bringing the bottle down over my head is all too real. Steel Dragons, be damned. Tonight will be different. Mammoth (Van Halen) and Appetite for Destruction (really? you need me to explain that one?) bring their guitar-driven circus of aural desecration to the Downtown in Farmingdale. I will be there, and I will be drunk. Bring the kids. Review tomorrow.
Yesterday, I bought a big, red bass guitar. Yessah. Truth of the matter, I couldn't even hear a bass in songs until a few years ago. I guess never listened well enough. Now that I've come to enjoy and appreciate the subtle, funky essential that is bass guitar, and in an effort to expedite my own musical endeavors through the recording process, the purchase was a no-brainer. The weapon is a Squier P-Body, Affinity series, humbucker - blood red with a white pickguard. Victor Wooten, look out. It's only a matter of time now.
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