Bam Bang

My first trip to MMU was noteworthy. No, not because I was there for a gig. And no, not because of the chicks I bumped into. It was more about the crowd I'm with, the overall mood we had. That's what a good night out was meant to be. A night of goodness with friends. Oh and paying only 5 bucks to see another awesome TWKUA set? I'd pay ten-fold.


So today was almost similarly brilliant. It rained around noon. The kind of rain which sends a chill that seeps into your bones, messing up beautifully with your senses in a way you thought impossible. Yes, like that. It helps a great deal when you're driving with Sigur Ros playing on the car stereo. For a moment there, I was in Reykjavik.

Azhar came by around 4 so we could further tweak the songs. That was a smooth sail. Tomorrow night is the last jamm session before the show on Sunday. Yeah, we should practice more but everyone's kinda caught up with other things. We'll see how it goes.


I guess I'll stop here. I might've sprained my right wrist. And my left is feeling funny too. Not good. Here's Sunday's flyer:




Make yourself available, and do come over if you're itching to know how exactly pressure is dealt with on-stage, first-hand and out-loud (the other bands are sooooo damn good. tatutt).