People,

Rehearsing in the winter is hard. Really hard. And it's not just because there are less gigs to look forward to or that we all get down in the dumps because the sun goes down so early. Those things do factor in, but the main reason it sucks is because it's so cold.

You see, people, we practice in an unheated, uninsulated basement. This is great in the summer, when our rehearsal space becomes a cool rock oasis. But in the winter it's just brutal.

On rehearsal nights you'll find us all huddled in my living room, above the space, thinking up any reason not to have to go into that cellar. Eventually we do go of course, but even then it's not without preparation. Pete and I always throw on extra sweaters and wool hats, Gordon wears gloves with the fingers cut out and Jordan wraps himself in a warm cloak of his own sexual magnetism.

All for the rock, folks. All for the rock.