Anyway, with great press coverage comes great compromises. Primarily, the photo we sent them for the article got cropped and only my head-flailing hair and my telecaster headstock made it into the magazine. That.Is.Crazy. Even Joe got in it and he’s just a drummer. My ego is taking serious punishment today. Below is the photo in all its uncropped glory.
Anyway, mega-money magazine deals aside, not a lot has been going on except a lot of practicing and a lot of sitting about in traffic on our way to practice. You know that bit in the Truman show when Jim Carey is trying to get from one side of town to another and the big-wig executives want to delay him by telling all the people and cars to suddenly block his path? I think that’s happening to us every time we get in the car and it's really, really frustrating. Finally, it is time for this band to skip getting a van and go straight for a series of microlights.
Try stopping us now Boris!
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