human jukebox

We were on the door for Buried Horses this weekend, so we went, if only to emanate the importance of being on the door list (to ourselves).

While I was waiting for my friend I could the bass of my favourite/least favourite song of theirs and by the time we were in it was over. I don’t know if that was good or bad. They were good, again (I don’t know any other adjectives aside from good and great, anymore. From a scale of 1-5 I guess it’d go: bad, not that good, okay, good, great) and they have a great cover of Ghost Riders In The Sky.

Afterwards I performed a monologue or two to a few unlucky people, then Jim, Ella and I spend $10 playing the ‘best of’ the Tote jukebox. It was mainly Rowland S Howard and it was good.

Great.