Uncertainty hung in the air, as no one was certain until late in the day about whether jamming or imping was in order. Imping won out, and Lee's landing strip was closed. Scott put down the drums before Pops arrived, so you can hear Pops backing Andy on the verses. The song evokes the conflicting emotions found in the dichotomy between lamenting lost love and finding future promise; yeah, we're a pretty dour group.
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Steve conjured up some lyrics about death and dying and something about wing-tipped salesmen. Chris did some interesting work on the wah-wah pedal and a good time was had by all.
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Lee McCann brought in lyrics about working for the weekend with a bit of a twist. High attendance for the night was perhaps inspired by the new year, and thus created an electric environment. Some pretty piano from Steve who has been practicing dilligently on his new keyboard. Charles added nice guitar. We killed the bottle of rum.
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