That brings up a point Dan. I met my wife when she'd already been married once, and so had I. I know part of my appeal to her was the fact that I was a musician, and I think it still is. She has been tolerant... but like I said, I've behaved myself too (at least for the last 20 years or so,lol).allanlummox wrote:Jane supports my madness. She even put up with me coming home drunk on many, many occasions!
Previous women generally got around to the "Me or music" stage...after falling for the musician in the first place. Hey, if you don't like my peaches, don't shake my tree!
jeffl wrote:The guitar player was terrible at gettin' his parts down between practices and I was getting frustrated
No, he managed to get his pants down on one hilarious occasion though: we had a great setup for rehearsing in those days. We all lived in this rooming house that the absentee owner had listed for sale. It was a converted church, with a large kitchen (duh), 2 big bathrooms and a couple smaller ones. We left our equipment set up in what was a master bedroom. We just paid the utilities and no rent. At one of our parties the guitar player was cloning himself in one of the bathrooms, with about 20 partygoers in the lounge right outside the bathroom. He came waddling out of the bathroom with his pants down around his knees and his schwantz dangling in the breeze, shouting "run, I've created a monster!"ricochet wrote:jeffl wrote:The guitar player was terrible at gettin' his parts down between practices and I was getting frustrated
I am SO glad that word is "parts," not "pants."
jeffl wrote:I am SO glad that word is "parts," not "pants."
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