[drumming diary] Park Life

Holy fuck, I've never had so much trouble parking for a Cullen's gig. I missed a spot right across the street by about thirty seconds, which was my own damn fault, but then it was a half hour before I had to resort to my trump card all the way over by Wrigley. By the time I got to the bar, I was furious. Adding insult to injury, the song playing on the house iPod when I walked in was "Invisible Touch" from Genesis, and we had to wait at least an hour longer than usual for them to clear out the tables and let us set up.

Fortunately, it wasn't anything a shot of Maker's Mark and an unusually large and enthusiastic crowd couldn't fix. I'm still worried that I'm not practicing enough at all, and it's affecting my endurance and my chops. I may try to get into the rehearsal space a bit this week before the holiday, since I've already deferred getting back into the gym until after the annual influx of L-Tryptophan.

We would have broken our streak of no bar patrons falling into the band were it not for the doorman actually catching this one somewhat overserved young woman losing her struggle with gravity.

No new tunes this time out, either, but Anto swears he'll be more prepared after his vacation.