morboso y alcoholico
During practice, I fuck up some time between the end of my second beer and the beginning of my third. I am happy to continue playing one riff, maybe five or six times instead of four, or maybe three times instead of four. Depends on how much I like the riff. Or sometimes I play with great feeling until the second riff, when my mind blanks and I stare stupidly at the bass, hoping to pick up the next riff, but too stupid to translate left to right.

This is not good. I can be sure that if I ever play in front of people, it will take more than two beers to get me on stage. Our bassist, his first show (three or four years ago) had enough beers that he played the entire set not realizing his bass was not plugged into his amp. I intend to make a less hilarious story of my first gig. So tonight I attempted an experiment, with demon rum. Without the distraction of ban-dmates/ter, I played each song I must learn, observing where and why I fucked up, and played again until I could go through each song in its entirety. Besides, for tomorrow's practice I have a tough audience to impress, at least to the point where they say "eh, he'll do."