Greetings Blog readers! Aaron here. We just returned from sweet home Savannah after playing this weeks Rock-n-Roll Marathon for 23,000 participants. I should clarify, its actually not home to any of us, infact I don’t know that any of us have even been there before. But lets not get wrapped up in technicalities.
We got a lot accomplished this weekend as a band. Maybe because Stu couldn’t come so we weren’t distracted by the scent of freshly baked cookies, that little Keebler elf.
Started writing a new song in the hotel room all while giant planes and helicopters flew over to land at the air force base 20 yards away. Good times.
We arrived at the gig at 7:30am. Yes…a.m. Not very “rock band” is it? I didn’t even know 7:30 a.m. existed! Whoever booked this gig has a big pair of giblets asking a rock band to show up anywhere before 1 o’clock in the afternoon. Whatever, we musn’t grumble.
Here are some pics.
Oh and Mark felt the need to leave the stage and let the sound guy at the event play a 20 minute guitar solo while Rob and I played the same damn riff over and over and over and over again. Don’t worry, he at least took the time to capture it on video.
Until next time friends…
Carpe diem,
AF