Frizzziday

Friday morning I woke up alone on the floor, as Pete had commandeered my spot on the air mattress. I asked him why he got the mattress instead of me and he said something about his prison time and a knife he had in his bag. Fair enough.

Anyway, Friday turned out to be another ass-boring day for me. Pete was busy almost the whole day laying down the sweet thumping bass that will hit you like a can of mace and leave you with a smile on yo face later this year.

While Pete was so occupied I took the time to do a little reading, figure out some guitar parts and watch a LOT of the new Zeppelin DVD. And you know what people? Zeppelin is overrated. There, I said it. I mean, I know to some people that's like saying Jesus is gay but I'm afraid it's true. There is so much wanky lame bullshit in the Zeppelin live show it boggles the mind.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm fully aware that saying Zeppelin is lame is like saying a major league baseball player sucks. Of course that's not true, even the worst major leaguer is infinitely better at baseball than 99.99% of the world, but that doesn't change the fact that he might not be as good as his peers. And that is Zeppelin to me - great writing, great songs, great rhythm section, but wank ass lead guitar player, lame singer and horrible, I mean execrable lyrics. They just weren't the Beatles people, or the Stones, or the Who, IMHO.

Anyway, that was Friday. Saturday I actually got to do some tracking, so look out!