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We had a brutal cold snap. Friday, it was -18. Saturday, it was -20. Sunday, it was -20. Monday, it was -22.
Shay-zus.
Blain stayed over on Saturday. The three of us sat in the hot tub, with hats on, for an hour.
His car wouldn't even turn over. Bells came over with his plow truck and plowed out my driveway.
(Don't I have great friends?)
He jumped Blain's car.
Then Chris, Stanette and I laid down some grooves in the Boogie Station.
It is sounding pretty incredible. Seriously. I have probably been playing guitar an average of 15 hours a week since July, when we moved in. Bells and I have played together since 1991. I'm not gonna lie to you, it's good.
It's definitely fit for public consumption, but we just keep it in the Boogie Station.
Our Rockin' In The Free World will make you hold up your lighter and scream for more.
We lay down a pretty tripped-out I Will Survive, by way of Cake, filtered through a heavy phase.
This is what you do in Bozeman, Montana, when you are waiting for another foot of snow. Listen to a lot of Radiohead, make sure your pipes don't freeze, prioritize your Netflix queue, turn up the heaet and hunker down.
And maybe you shoot a moose, or build a bunker.
I'm stuck, stuck, stuck, thought you had it in you to know.
But, for real, this little hobby is rapidly becoming an obsession.
Right now, we're working on a little rearrangement of the Pretenders, Brass In Pocket.
Detroit leaning.
It doesn't take much to fall in love with Chrissy Hynde.
Her whole band just hangs out in the pocket. Watch that video. ^^^
Really, if you like that rock and roll music, play that video.
Shay-zus.
Blain stayed over on Saturday. The three of us sat in the hot tub, with hats on, for an hour.
His car wouldn't even turn over. Bells came over with his plow truck and plowed out my driveway.
(Don't I have great friends?)
He jumped Blain's car.
Then Chris, Stanette and I laid down some grooves in the Boogie Station.
It is sounding pretty incredible. Seriously. I have probably been playing guitar an average of 15 hours a week since July, when we moved in. Bells and I have played together since 1991. I'm not gonna lie to you, it's good.
It's definitely fit for public consumption, but we just keep it in the Boogie Station.
Our Rockin' In The Free World will make you hold up your lighter and scream for more.
We lay down a pretty tripped-out I Will Survive, by way of Cake, filtered through a heavy phase.
This is what you do in Bozeman, Montana, when you are waiting for another foot of snow. Listen to a lot of Radiohead, make sure your pipes don't freeze, prioritize your Netflix queue, turn up the heaet and hunker down.
And maybe you shoot a moose, or build a bunker.
I'm stuck, stuck, stuck, thought you had it in you to know.
But, for real, this little hobby is rapidly becoming an obsession.
Right now, we're working on a little rearrangement of the Pretenders, Brass In Pocket.
Detroit leaning.
It doesn't take much to fall in love with Chrissy Hynde.
Her whole band just hangs out in the pocket. Watch that video. ^^^
Really, if you like that rock and roll music, play that video.
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