Well, even though the Bulls weren’t able to pull it out in overtime, it was still a good night tonight. It was our first time back in rehearsal at Music Garage since we started recording our album, and boy did things both feel and sound good tonight. Since we’ve been playing our parts pretty much constantly for the past two weeks, we breezed through our setlist for the show at Goose Island on Friday and had an extra half hour to mess around. Here’s a drum solo from Jason to commemorate things:
Yeah. He’s good. And since I don’t think we’ve ever posted pictures from the rehearsal studio, here’s the rest of the gang. I was taking the pictures, so if you want to see me slappin’ da bass you’ll have to come to the show this Friday. Goose Island Wrigleyville. Be there.
Here's Jason, drummin' away. Or looking frightened.
Here's Adam, waving to me.
Adam crooning while Trevor dials it in
And here's The Mediocre Fight, minus its most attractive and intelligent member.
Trevor James Lee, born with a beard on his face and an axe in his hand, has always been a man among men. Trevor had a difficult childhood, as the aura of pure manliness that he cast would cause any woman in his path to swoon. In an attempt to rein in this power, Trevor turned to the least manly musical instrument he could find – the Flute. He soon found this only heightened his desirability, so he took things up a notch and picked up the Clarinet and Oboe as well and began playing in a jazz trio. This worked for him for several years, until the Incident at Sarasota caused him to be unable to play phallic instruments any longer. Deciding to once again embrace his manliness, and with no sense of irony, Trevor became a Pianist. He soon found a group of men with the same affliction, and The Mediocre Fight was born. Ladies, please attend shows with extreme caution.