Stage fright.

I like to play it in C. Mostly because it's an easy key, okay? You got a problem with easy? Huh? All right then - WE'LL DO IT LIVE!

Whoa, was that mic live? Sorry, everyone. Caught us in the midst of what passes for a band meeting here in Big Green land. (And I don't mean Canada, which kind of looks like a big Greenland.) As you probably know, everything I say gets transcribed into this blog, so you are truly getting a slice of life here. I obviously don't do a lot of talking, or this blog would be waaaaay longer. No sir - I just talk for about fifteen minutes, twice a week, and you can read it all here. Hot off the presses!

Okay, that's a lie. See what happens when I don't want to talk about something? That "something" is, well, playing live, which is something we don't do a whole lot anymore. Not saying we won't do it again, God no. Only, well ... we're a little older than we were forty years ago, and Matt and I are kind of settled in our ways. The mansized tuber has put down roots, and Marvin (my personal robot assistant) doesn't move as fast as he used to, owing in large measure to rust and loose The hell it is!contacts. (Yes, that's right, lady robots - he wears contacts.) So it's not stage fright. More like existential angst.

Funny thing is, when we DID play all the time, we sometimes played other people's music. And one of those songs was Stage Fright, by The Band. So you could say that the reason we don't play local clubs and dance halls is Stage Fright, but that would be suggesting that this particular song plays an important role in our repertoire, and we don't remember how to play it. Yes, I play it in C, but everyone else remembers it in A or D or some other dumbass key. I think I'm right, they think I'm crazy - stalemate! And if that were the only song we play, well ... we couldn't play.

Well, we got that straightened out. Now ... on to the Badfinger set. Oh, doctor.

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