MY BLOG: Every day for a year. Day 7. ‘High on a hill was a lonely goatherd Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo’
If ever I was going to audition for the role of mob boss, today was the day. It’s been a fair ol‘ time since I took the vocals out for a spin, and as I slid the lid off the ancient sarcophagus, dust, bats, and cats went everywhere. A few ‘Fat Tony’ moments later (a lot later) and I’m finally starting to oil up. Note to self: Delete the expletives 🙂 All a bit war torn to complete today, but I will likely knock it over tomorrow. Here’s a random thing. Guitar- fingertips. Bass-wrist. Drums-calf muscle. Percussion-palms. Voice-throat. Keyboards-NOTHING! Not a twinge, nada, zip. So I’m either really clutzy at most things, or not doing one thing right.Or I have been just too soft on keyboard players. That’s going to get thrown in my face at some point, I know it. But- 1,2,3 DUCK.
