come on opressed musicians of the working class, lets gather and lovelovelovelovelove about the daily work that we do. spending the day in office playing air guitars and practicing in your mind, thinking to yourself, 'is this want i want to do?'.
I SAY NO! you wish you were holding your instruments, standing proudly on stage, looking down at the people who anticipate the strumming of the guitar, playing your heart out. listening to the crowd singing to every single lyric of YOUR song. bowing ernestly and sincerly thanking your fans after a satisfied set.
so lets meet yah? next thursday is good. or maybe friday, as its casual friday.
ok, lunch over. back to work.