One of many images from The Holy Mountain that I’ll likely take to my grave.
I think our band’s operating under some kind of voodoo curse. Cleeve has managed to break something like eight guitar strings over the past month, while JP’s amp rage-quit, causing him to struggle with other amps for the entire first half of practice before settling on my extremely beat-up Traynor that I was planning to take home because I never thought it would be useful (the expensive-looking ones that were lying around couldn’t produce the right sound at all). I’m half-expecting to spontaneously combust on Friday (Pandemic, no cover, four other bands. Come out if you’re reading this, s’il vous plait).
