Just remember, we have our debut gig with the new line-up this Thursday, and a further gig on the Sunday.
With that in mind, we decamped to the rehearsal room at about 11am. Quite an earlyish start, but we were looking forward to it. It's about a 40 minute walk from my house.
After I get there, hook up my amp and pedals, turn the amp on. Hooray, the valves are dead! Frantically trying with different plugs, sockets, cables, guitars, no use. Valves are dead!
After financially figuring that this is going to cost me maybe £100 to fix, and probably wont be ready in time for the gigs, I decide to peer over the top of the amp. In doing so, the 40kg combo falls flat onto my big toe. Now, my toe is broken. Its a mess. My expensive cable that was in the amp at the time has also been pretty much snapped off.
Singer makes a 'witty' remark. I am about to punch him but manage to calm myself to a 'Thats not $%ing helping is it??'
Then have to make a 45 minute round trip on foot (yes, with the broken toe) to pick up replacement amp. On carrying this back to the practice rooms, I cut my hand on the back of the amp. Brilliant.
Still, at least we get to practice now. So I'm playing on some old solid state Fender (Roc-Pro or something? Doesn't sound toooo bad for cleans). And then, oh great. We start arguing a bit over the direction of the band and whether we can just start wrtiing some new material. God knows where this came from.
Now my guitar is spattered with blood from my cut hand, and is resting with a tech trying to sort the truss rod out.
Having said all that, we ripped through our set as well as we've ever done, and we sounded tight and good. So provided I can borrow someones amp on Thursday and actually manage to stand on my foot, we should be all good.
And I want to go to this party tonight now but I'm in a shite mood and this girl will be there and its confusing and oh god i think i just want to sleep right now, sleep and eat tesco chocalate cookies and put on weight that i cant run off now ive got a broken toe...