Rocking out.

My fingers have not hurt this much since 2000 or 2001, back in the days of Dan, Paulie and Johnny Star rocking out on a regular basis to the heights of our Rock Days. Some clubs (Cafe’ Tatoo, Ottobar, Gopher Hole, etc.) and private parties. Nothing huge. But the rocking was huge. If you wanted your rafters dusted and heavy objects to fall from your shelves, you asked us to jam in your living room for ten minutes, prior to the poh-pohs shutting us down.  Our frontman got crowds into our funk songs and headbanging with the dark songs, with bass chords and Dan shredding picks and strings.

Triumphant rock.

Then I went to graduate school, and we all got older.  Even playing for the past year, we have not rocked like we rocked last night.  My skin is coming off, and every muscle in my fingers aches like a thumb-wrestling champion.  Cookie skin.  My thumb looks like I dragged it under my bike from playing 4-string bass chords sans pick.  I have blisters on my bass pumping fingers.  Typing this hurts.

Awesome.  With permission, maybe I’ll host and post some snippets of Rock.  One of these days.

I’m a little deaf today, too.

Awesome.