nostatic at all...

After a rotten, and I mean *rotten* day, there was only one thing that could soothe the savage beast. No, not alcohol (though that might have been a decent addition). Rather music, in the form of rehearsal with a new combo. And the realization that I need an upright for some of this material. Playing behind a good female singer on "God Bless the Child", you just gotta have that sweet "thump." Started at 7pm, by 8pm I had somewhat calmed down from my festive end-of-day meeting. By 9pm I was lost in the groove and by 10pm I was exhausted. Didn't even have the energy to get on the bike. God Bless the Music.