People,

Fooled By April got their rock engine rolling again last night with our first rehearsal in a month. As hard as it is to believe, with all the movie stuff, the residency, recording and Pete trying to kick the Horse we've just had no time. So last night it was back to the basement, where we actually wrote one new song and worked up smooth jazz arrangements for a bunch of others. (Ed. Note - I wish that that was a joke. They did their "smooth jazz" bit for about 45 minutes, until no one less than George Benson himself called to tell them to "knock that shit off.")

Anywho, it was some good clean rock and roll fun. After rehearsal, Gordon managed to back the band van into a traffic sign at the end of the Somerville Rock House's driveway, sending it flying across the street in a hail of bolts and twisted metal. It was funny. It would have been a lot funnier had the sign not been erected by our vaguely mafioso next door neighbor. Literally the second it hit the pavement it was World War Three. He's a real nice older guy, but he's the kind of older guy that needs to take care of everything. So he's leaning out the window yelling at us, then he's on the phone to city hall, then he's calling "his people," etc. Now this would all be fine, except that as the indirect perpetrators of the sign-toppling, 12-Gauge and I were expected to listen to the whole thing unfold over an hour and a half. Thanks, Gordon.

Rock...