the great friday
music will make you deaf, played at the volume done today. my fathers friend ian, from way back in the day is a musican and likes to invite people into his basement to jam. a great premise, of course...
ian is, however going deaf, top down. he's losing his trebles, so he cranks them. i think we hurt his feelings when we told him he needed to turn down, several times. he's a good player, but he can't hear well. oh well.
my old friend jeff was there. i've always been envious of him. he's the son of my dads drummer. taller, blonde. when we we're little, he was the better baseball player. during highschool, he became a semi-pro squash player, now he's a killer guitar player. i don't know if i'm rationalising when i say this, but i think he's just naturally really fast and has good coordination. he's all self taught, i think. anyway, he traded licks on some blues. some with me on sax, some on guitar.
he was playing little wing when i had to leave, as stevie ray vaughan played it. it was good to see him, and he's going to call me about playing sax with him this summer, after exams. he's got a band in london (he goes to western) that pay pubs and stuff. we'll see.
anyway, the jam was fun. i got to play with
chas elliot... holy shit that was cool. that may can play bass. that was like playing with jim or nancy, only this was just for fun, not for performance. it was like when we used to jam with sax-god-chris.
we totally rocked out oyo como va.
i needs more music in my life guys, ripping it up today was blissful. i wish i could do that untill my hands fell apart.
