Clearly out... and clearly in !!!
We parted ways with our male vocalist.
And this just happened because he left himself behind... he didn't keep the pace (not that our pace is that high). His priorities were others. For some time now, he's been clearly out... on his own account.
Musically speaking, he was clearly an added-value asset to the band, as his wide ranged vocals and talent allowed us to explore new sounds and gave Rita more space to improvise and freedom to try new things.
On the other hand, Luigi, being clearly inside the band, is going to be in another continent for the upcoming 6 months and, therefore, not rehearsing with the rest of us. We've found a replacement for the time being... a good friend of ours, who incidently can use the sticks properly as well. And he's going to play live with us as we don't intend to be on stand-by despite Luigi's temporary demisal. He'll be back...
Not that much poetry here, then.
Basically facts.
blogsted by Hugo Salvado at 6:15 am ( view entire post)
5 Comments:
hummmm. So its all in english. Very cool. You have lots to read, I'm impressed, or like you say it in portuguese "passado a ferro".
You really must upload some samples of you music man. Thats very important!! :-) Keep up the good work
Dear Kim... did you really mean "passado a ferro" or simply "ironed".
Ironically speaking, I'd say.
Hope I will find your words here often.
My friend (Kim)... here goes a quote about... errr... well... about IT. You know what... I know what. It's what we think about when we look out the window... your window.
It has also a lot to do with this post subject as one can be CLEARLY INside while the thoughts (and eyes, probably) are definately focused, but CLEARLY OUTside, wandering somewhere.
"A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day."
- Washington Irving
I think you agree... mostly, when you look outside, glance at out "dirty friend" and wander off.
I know.
I've been there.
There's someone on the phone... he's calling to get his share of the $0 concerts we played in the summer.
Man, how stupid can you get?
We played for free!
Sadly (and then again, maybe not), we fired him. Yes, these parting ways were an euphemism. We did fire him.
Enough said. We always respected him and hoped he'd do the same. Until today, we had no complaints in this regard. Until today.
Blaaargh, man...
A toast to you. Puke.
"Inside my heart is breaking
My make-up may be flaking
But my smile still stays on."
(Queen)
Flake. To flake. Corn does flake. Snow does flake. This "toast-worthy" singer did not flake; he did FAKE.
"On with the show..."
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