This morning I realized that I needed good coffee. So I went down to Wellburn's Grocery and got whole beans and ground them at home. The coffee can't leave its room for two weeks. Unless it aplogizes to tea.
Show last night: The H4rkness, a guy who plays solo along to a CD that he mixed -- don't judge, it's pretty good -- opened for S-L to a crowd of about 11 people. Guh. I don't mind so much playing to small crowds, but I don't like the transporting of gear, particularily the drum-kit, setting it up, taking it down, and sitting in an empty bar waiting to play to no one in particular. This scenario is usually great, even beautiful , but last night I wasn't in the mood. Whatever. We played really well, just a couple of flops in the usual places. I'm already thinking of what we can do to ease the flops into flips. I skeeved ten bucks off the H4rkness -- the money pulled in from the door should've gone to him, as he's on tour, but I'm living on hand-to-mouth right now and needed the money. Also I don't think it's too rude to ask for at least 10 bucks for my time.
After the show Pete, Mike and I -- no Dev :( -- went to Willow's Beach in Oak Bay. I knocked down every sandcastle (me saying: "More like Coke Bay," *punt*), every driftwood aligned sign, while Mike and Pete discouraged me. I was terribly negative.