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01/20/2006: "Future Notes from Participles Past"

After talks broke down for the second week in a row, an 11th hour solution was proposed by Chestnut and ratified 3-0: Our new band would be called "The Screeching Tenderlies." I have been practicing bass all week, taking time off from a particularly difficult short story entitled "The Tree Made of Silver Lungs" which was spawned from a late-night drinking session in which I bet Tumble I could write a short story no matter what the title.


Progress is visible. My hands are well suited for bass playing, it turns out, and after weeks of practice I can turn out a mean Go Tell Aunt Rhody. Our first full rehearsal went well; Chestnut played us a song he'd been working on that ended up getting scrapped after Tumble noticed it was the theme to Night Court, almost note for note. We also toyed around with names for our first album and I won a seven-round game of Uno.

I have an idea for a concept album (yes!) and I am setting about to lay down a demo of the idea for our next meeting. I've posted on craigslist for a french horn player and enlisted Phil and his four-track (after promising a guest spot for him and his musical saw). So, an exciting week awaits.

All for now,
-F