Oregon so you can avoid the sales tax. Hire O'Brien
to play bass and count it off in your own inimitable
way. Make sure no one knows where the "1" is, and
proceed to listen for the rest of the band to weave
their way in to the now abstract sound. Start singing
a completely unrelated lyric to the now pumping, but
barely dancable, caucaphony. Begin your lead where
the chorus should have been on the tune all of the
rest of the band is playing. After the lead is over,
the ensemble will be on the same page as you. People
are starting to get up to dance. Those who were
dancing are starting to sit back down, as the band is
no longer performing the tune they wanted to dance to.
Speed up and slow down in order to challenge the
dancers' abilities to cope with the constantly
changing flux of life's anomalies.
When the final cymbal crash ends the mess, and those
three deaf guys in the back clap for your attempts to
play music, say the standard "thanks mom", look back
to your drummer and smile, over at the bass player and
shake your head, and unconstrict your butt cheeks to
relax your body (no one can play music all tensed up),
and proceed to the first line of this email, and start
it all over again.
(Thanx to Tim O'brien, a good friend and bass player that played in my band and obviously felt That I had some problems as a singer.)
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RUS-LER S-10 NV 400
TELE's,STRAT FENDER TWIN<FONT SIZE=1 COLOR="#8e236b"><p align=CENTER>[This message was edited by Jack Francis on 08 December 2002 at 08:13 AM.]</p></FONT>
I was there, Jack. But what's the tape recorder for? 
Gene<FONT SIZE=1 COLOR="#8e236b"><p align=CENTER>[This message was edited by Gene Jones on 09 December 2002 at 11:35 AM.]</p></FONT>