In case you are tired of reading about birds, here is a blog about the band.
On Saturday, Kev went to get a haircut and came back with three new cymbals and a high-hat. It seems he wants me to be the drummer, and I will try, but all I can really do is a steady 4-4 rock and roll beat that I learned from my uncles as a kid, and you really need a kick-drum for that which we don't have and if we got one, we'd have to get rid of a large piece of furniture to make room for it, and none of our songs are very rock and roll, so it is a kinda wasted skill. Anyway, I am thankful that I didn't get kidnapped to Guitar Center...Kev was nice enough to go without me. And I will practice the high-hat and maybe I can fake a jazzy beat good enough for the PPHPHB.
Every time I turn around, Kev has written a new song. We made a list of about 14 songs that we have back-logged and I keep telling him we need to record them before making new ones, but he can't help it. They just keep coming out. One of the new ones I like a lot is going to be called Elizaville, which is a small village in New York where there is a family lakehouse. I am in charge of the lyrics, and it is hard because this is a semi-serious song, and I can only write silly stuff like Pancho and Sock Monkey Man. When I try to write serious lyrics, I get all self-consious and feel like a big doi. But I am going to do my best, because I think this song has potential, and I like the Cowboy Junkies vibe it has going. And because if I don't start contributing, I am gonna get myself kicked out of the band.
This blog has been 100% bird-free.