… FINALLY some rockin out!

My boys have arrived in town! Yay! Slowly trickling in from around the world, from Melbourne to Saigon, Mark’s cabal of rock gods have arrived in town.

Mark’s been helping to keep 50-odd high school girls in line during a European Music Tour with PLC (a girls school in Melbourne where he teaches) but you’d not recognise any hint of wearisomeness when you hear his playing. Simmo’s sick as a dog, but you’d not know it to hear his Rock God impression in rehearsals. Dave’s still a bit jetlagged, I suspect, but again, from the rockin-out that’s going on in rehearsals, you’d not know a thing about it. Eighteen months since our last gig together, eighteen months since I last SAW these lads, and the music’s still about as tight as it was last year (OK, so I may have forgotten a solo or two, but hey, it HAS been eighteen months!).

My living room has become a massive tangle of wires wrapped around effects pedals scattered around discarded ear-buds from our inner ear fold back. My poor parents who have been visiting from Kenya over Christmas have to find a perch where they can if they want to sit in the living room.

And it’s glorious. OMG, I’ve missed this.

Funny story for you Doctor Who fans out there – as long time readers of this blog will remember, Mark’s nickname is The Evil Doctor, due to his stunning pharmaceutical collection of various herbal remedies and vitamins which he pulls out whenever someone has an ailment. Often we (Simmo in particular, who’s worked with Mark the longest) just call him “Doc”.

Well, during the long process of setting up all the gear last night, Mark needed to look inside of one of our equipment racks, but his torch had no batteries. I was wracking my brains trying to locate a torch, but the best thing I could find was my Sonic Screwdriver that one of my friends gave me, which lights up with a bright UV light, and makes that iconic Sonic Screwdriver (heh – Iconic Sonic) sound.

I handed it to The Doctor, and he laughed at me, but proceeded to use it. I had to laugh in turn at the sight of Mark (The Doctor) pointing that sonic screwdriver inside his equipment rack, like it was some inner panelling of the Tardis.

I tried to communicate this glee to the boys, but they just rolled their eyes at me – it’s hard being the only geek in the band…

More band gossip tomorrow.

Cx

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