That's It...


I'm starting a band.

There have to be some other people over 30 who want to slant towards the dream as death edges ever closer.

Comments

Meadow said…
Sign me up!
8:45 AM
V said…
Thanks for your support, Ab. :)

I admit, I HAD been drinking at the time of that post and its accompanying beautimous art, but starting a band IS an intermittent thought that I have. I mean, we wouldn't even have to play gigs, just get together and jam. It wouldn't even have to be a band so much as a gathering of people who want to play and sing.

I'm still thinking about it.
8:11 PM
Azathoth100 said…
So what type of music are you aiming for? rock? Jazz? also, what instrument do you play? Or do you sing?
10:25 PM
V said…
Probly just a mixed bag of stuff, rock, metal, country, blues, what have you. I sing. I can play the flute, but its coolness applications are limited unless you're into jazz, which I'm not. And you can only play so much Jethro Tull (although some of their stuff is lovely).
12:29 PM
Meadow said…
That sounds like a lot of fun.
9:03 AM
Hale McKay said…
Hello Ari. Thanks for the visit at my place and the nice comments.
....I like your postings - (I scrolled down and read several.)

I still haven't mastered that paint Works thing, I can draw pretty good, but it's hard trying to move a mouse like a pen or a pencil for me. Maybe with practice ....

I'll definitely return to visit you again.
7:40 PM
V said…
It WOULD be a lot of fun if I could just get it rollin, Ab.

Hiya Hale and thanks for kind words and the return visit. I'm glad you got to see some of my Paint loveliness posted right up there on the screen.
8:13 PM
Julie said…
You would have to post some of the stuff that you play.
Fusion is where it's at today, so I'd say there are many applications for the flute. Sounds like fun.
6:19 AM
Jill said…
hey, I play the plastic bucket. Really good at head banging too.

Just wanted to put myself out there. ;)
3:04 PM
V said…
I'm pretty rusty on the flute, Julie. I think the only fusion I'd be doing is me to nearby objects when I sucked a lot.

Head bangin' makes any band cooler, and that's a fact, Random.
9:45 PM
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