With Gusto

My friend's kazoo was too small, and I needed a pair of brushes.

I went to about ten different stores yesterday looking for a goddamned kazoo. Nobody had any for sale. Long and Mcquaid were out of stock. All the sales staff were more concerned with inventory than giving any straight forward answers. A classic example of poor service on Saturdays. Saturdays should be premium service. . . although I was kinda fucking around the drums sales-man. I was also on the lookout for a new pair of brushes and ended up purchasing a pair with yellow tips.
Show last night was fun. We threw the party in honour of Sally Jesse Raphael's seventy-first birthday. Hurrah! The songs went over well, although I couldn't relate to anybody in the audiance. And three people thought it a good idea to occupy the bathroom for the entire party. (not cool) And a somebody knocked my limonata and vodka and didn't apologize. (not cool). Free Jagr though, and a lot of dancing by other people and the band handled my songs. The best part of the show was an accidental version of Misirlou where I hit guitar strings with my hot-rods while the guitarist fretted the notes.