Jim's there first, w/beard, trimmed. I'm there second, in shorts, shirt. Bob arrives third, pony tail, two beers. Bob's wife drops off more beer. Bill busy, at home. I light Nag Champa. Atmosphere likened to Spencer Gifts. Jim asks if I want to be a quieter band. We sit on stools. There is talking. Lights get dimmed. I cannot remember bass parts, make up new ones. There is singing. I tell Jim he writes good songs. Jim tells me I have muscular calves. There is a break. Bob plays lovely keyboard stylings, very Holiday on Ice. Or something. There is more talking.
That's just the way it is.
