Sleep is beckoning, just a bit. We’ve been working hard, playing hard. I think one of our previous tactical errors has been relaxing far too much when we’re “Home”. Hah. Heather comes home. I don’t get to, apparently.
Anywho – we relax too much when we get here. We don’t book shows, we don’t play open mics, we don’t push. We’re not falling into that this time, and we’re working hard, and I think it’s paying off. We played TWO open mics last night – another tonight. I should really keep a bloody tally. We’ll need to go back and figure it out at some point. As best I can tell, we’ve gone to at least 97 different open mics over the past year – and I know I haven’t been THAT good at keeping track of all of them. And we’ve hit many of them two, three, seven times.
We’re so bad ass.
Tired.
Sleep.
*thunk*
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The knight in this post is Robert Spencer.