Wheel......wheel.....wheel.......wheel.....

Another night of choir and another absolute delight for the auditory senses. Still no metal *sad face*. I kid of course (mostly) and find myself increasingly enamored with our selection of material. Kudos to our fearless leader!

I wonder if I paid her prodigious compliments in this space she'd be more inclined to do some New Millennium Cyanide Christ. Or start easy with Aztec Two Step. The latter of which is a pretty sweet call and answer......that would likely terrify any audience and half the choir. Maybe it's best I'm not running things.....

I would like to speak more on the music, but it is always fun when the crowd has no idea what's about to come next. It's particularly true with this lot as our fare is decidedly not what you'd normally find. The crew also seems to be populated by lunatics. Though I think my perspective might be skewed. It's far more likely that the rest are normal folk while my section (the bass') are all batshit insane is one form or another. Yeah.....I'm gonna go with that.

On a side note, I'm very disappointed with the lack of scotch being sent from my (who am I kidding?) readers in the south. How am I gonna stay lucid if I don't have any alcholic gasoline coarsing through my system!?

I suppose I could step outside and breath deep, see what the fumes from the garbage fire do for me. Though I think stumbling about the streets, glassy eyed, spouting off the lyrics to Aztec Two Step is a sure way to have two kind officers escort me somewhere walled in and barred for a while.

One phone call? Sure. I'm gonna see if we can have practice here next week. The stuff they brew in the toilet is not bad.

Wait....

Shit.

I'm blind now.