So, a record aye?

I'm not a fan of recoring the music I play. Everyone knows I just like to get up on stage and play some music. Recording the songs makes it serious. When all I'm after is a bit of fun.

One of the bands I play in wanted to record. Which, I guess is okay. I mean, I'll do it because I enjoy playing music. However, the weekend (this weekend), is ANZAC Day long weekend and my wife and I wanted to do something else. Especially since we've both been really busy and haven't seen much of each other, other than dinner and bed.

ANZAC Day is a day of remembrance for all the Aussie and Kiwi soldiers that fought with us in War. "Diggers" are they were called, helped to keep our country safe. And are more or less the main reason why us youngins' can enjoy the freedoms we have. I turned the TV on for the first time in a while, just to watch some shows that document and illustrate the fine men and women who helped with the War efforts. Lest we forget the tough men and women who fought for one of the best countries in the world. Good on ya', you old digger!

My band mates had other plans. And so yesterday we were recording in the studio for 10 hours straight. We spent the entire time recording the drums. With 45 minutes left on the ticker. I went into the control room and laid down the bass lines. Got half way through the 13 songs and it was time to call it a night. Today, I'll be heading back in, in a couple of hours and laying down the rest of the songs, which I should be done with by about 2:00 pm.

Then I'll be heading over to my mates place just up the road for a BBQ dinner thing that he's put on due to his sisters, hot, French/Canadian friend coming to Australia for a holiday. Her accent melts my innards.

Speaking of hot chicks that melt my innards. My wife will be shopping and joining us later. I think she deserves a pat on the back for putting up with my wannabe rockstardom. She'll probably just roll her eyes at me like she usually does. I wouldn't have got this far in life without her.

Christmas BBQ gig jam session thingy

Friday afternoon was one of those days you live through and look back having no idea how, no idea what happened but all you know is that you never want to live it again.

Between rejecting customers that decided to call me on their last day of work before closing for Christmas and trying to cope with a bit of a stomach bug as well as enduring the abnormally cold weather compared to the day before. I just wanted Friday to end as quickly as possible.

At the same time, while the cooler weather was a welcome change there was also rain and really dark clouds covering the otherwise clear, blue sky. This was bad. It was bad because for the last three weeks I have had a musical BBQ planned where I invited all the people I know who play music to come along, bring their instrument of choice.... acoustic only as there's no power to the backyard and I didn't want loud amps all over the yard sitting in the evening dew.

My main request was that people bring their singing face.

Most did, some didn't. I was hoping that everyone joined in but it appeared that no one really knew what to do. So I played a couple of songs, others joined in and played a couple more. It turned out to be a great evening.

My wife went overboard with all the food. It was suppose to be a basic sausage sizzle. An Aussie tradition, light a fire, cook some good sausages the butcher made fresh that morning. Sit back, drink beer, talk shit and have a right old laugh. The wife made spinach dip, salads, and all that other stuff that men don't think about. Beer and sausages, that's all really... apart from tits and arse, but that's a whole different train of thought that doesn't mix with beer and sausages... will it might come up in conversation.... being male and all, one thing at a time... hahahah.

Despite being under the weather, I really enjoyed myself. I surrounded myself in brilliant company and I loved sitting around talking to people in various conversations. My music night was a great success and I will be doing another one in a few months. If I could afford it, I'd do it every weekend.