But in an uncomfortable way. I learned three things 1. Our songs don't mean the same thing when they are sped up. 2. The band cannot recover in time to play well at a show minutes after crushingly bad news. 3. The audience will love us anyway.
Playing in a theater was so quiet. Narrow stage. Awkward hands. Lots of love. I will never trust another collaborator.
Also, I deserve college credit for my crash course in video production.
Text message read: "Oops, I have the DVDs at my house. They finished burning if the band still wants them."
Oops. Really.
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