Dissapointment.

So an hour before the show tonight, Joe Duran, the bass player, calls in sick. Great. I've been practicing drums all week. And he has the stomach flu.

If it wasn't Joe, a good friend of mine and a bass player who plays circles around me, I would be super-ultra-uber pissed. But I suck it up and end up playing bass tonight for a bunch of songs that I don't know with chromatic chord changes. Great.

Aside from the dozen or so on-stage train wrecks I had a good time.

Whatever.

I was so looking foreword to playing drums.