My living room has been over thrown by five men and I don't know when I'll get it back again.
Band practice has been temporarily moved into our astro-turf living room. The last garage they practiced in now has two (sometimes) sleeping babies in residence and so they needed to find a new place to land. Despite the fact that I can't watch TV at night without a pedal board of guitar effects prodding the underside of my feet and a few microphone stands obstructing my vision of the West Wing Season One (welcome to the nineties!), I don't mind it too much. There were a stream of different bands that used to practice out of my parents basement while I was growing up, so I'm pretty used to it. These bands all had epic names like "cosmic frog", "fresh pull", "one man short", and my brothers attempted to organize chaos and make music with a bunch of teenage boys. What did my mom think, you ask? She always supported their musical endeavors in the most supportive-mom style you can imagine while the drums and the bass literally shook the kitchen cabinets loose from the crown molding and the wall. She gets bonus points in heaven for that, and luckily I don't own these kitchen cabinets and therefore feel ambivalent about the current adherent state of the cabinets or the crown molding. But now that I think about it, this house definitely isn't nice enough to have crown molding, the cabinets have been painted in layers of peeling contrasting colors over the past number of years of renters, and the cabinet doors never stay closed so it continually looks like a ravenous 13 year old boy entered the kitchen. I guess what I'm trying to say is, "come on in band, make yourself at home, the crappy cabinets and I welcome you with open arms".
>> Hum just told me one of my favorite UK Bands, Elbow, wrote the Olympics theme song. It doesn't really sound reminiscent of their style, but hey, still cool.
>> Another new favorite band of mine, Sucre.
>> An oldie, a goodie, and a very dated music video. I love Bonnie Raitt.