I lost count. Like, six? Ish?
Mweh, must be six.
As the weathergods were having their period (it took a few thousand years for them to reach puberty), Sesq was the only absent bandmember at today's rehearsal. He was snowed in in the far East and had to kill some of his neighbours to survive the ever present danger of frostbite. Sadly, one of those neighbours was the sorcerer of his only source of transport and thus, Sesq found himself stuck in the far East, unable to reach the badlands in the West until thaw would set in.
Sadly, the messengers between the East and West apparently found themselves unable to beat their alcoholism and therefor there was some misunderstanding between the North-West and the South-West devisions - the North-west devision apparently was under the understanding that today's preparation for war was to be initiated after sundown, whilst it was planned after sunup. Surely, those drunk messengers whose sole interest apparently lays at the next bottle of gin other than to transfer a message correctly won't see the light of day, tomorrow. Pity for them.
The rehearsal then. The songs Baking Poets, Off To Rome and Seventyone Virgins were done, each a few times to add the ideas we'd been breeding on. Off To Rome is now twice as long and variates its pace as it goes along, whilst it used to be more one sided previously. Seventyone Virgins was enlengthened as well, though a bit more subtile than the song previously mentioned.
The Black Sabbath cover Paranoid was practiced a few times for good measure and during jamming, the foundation for some depressing ballad thingy-sorta-thing was laid. All in all, although we were a bit short of time, it's been quite a productive day yet again.
See ya next time around. Ahrrr.
As the weathergods were having their period (it took a few thousand years for them to reach puberty), Sesq was the only absent bandmember at today's rehearsal. He was snowed in in the far East and had to kill some of his neighbours to survive the ever present danger of frostbite. Sadly, one of those neighbours was the sorcerer of his only source of transport and thus, Sesq found himself stuck in the far East, unable to reach the badlands in the West until thaw would set in.
Sadly, the messengers between the East and West apparently found themselves unable to beat their alcoholism and therefor there was some misunderstanding between the North-West and the South-West devisions - the North-west devision apparently was under the understanding that today's preparation for war was to be initiated after sundown, whilst it was planned after sunup. Surely, those drunk messengers whose sole interest apparently lays at the next bottle of gin other than to transfer a message correctly won't see the light of day, tomorrow. Pity for them.
The rehearsal then. The songs Baking Poets, Off To Rome and Seventyone Virgins were done, each a few times to add the ideas we'd been breeding on. Off To Rome is now twice as long and variates its pace as it goes along, whilst it used to be more one sided previously. Seventyone Virgins was enlengthened as well, though a bit more subtile than the song previously mentioned.
The Black Sabbath cover Paranoid was practiced a few times for good measure and during jamming, the foundation for some depressing ballad thingy-sorta-thing was laid. All in all, although we were a bit short of time, it's been quite a productive day yet again.
See ya next time around. Ahrrr.
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