And I have to say it’s a really good feeling.
Vilma fed us (me Mike Jeff and Keith) chicken and salad and baked apples and cake with fruit and whipped cream, and it was HER birthday. This amuses me; anybody who knows me knows I’ve often done the cooking not only for my birthday but for mother’s day, as I don’t really take any of those days seriously anyway, much as I know other people do.
Then we watched a film that was so amazing I am going to have to obtain a copy and watch it repeatedly. It’s called It Might Get Loud and if you’re a guitarist, or a fan of any of the bands Led Zeppelin, White Stripes or U2, or like slide guitar, it is a must see. It’s pretty overwhelming, and when they break out ‘the Weight’ by the Band and play a three guitar/two singers version of it it’s like every campfire Mike ever played at got slapped up onto the screen. Mindblowing. The best parts are the thirty second bits where all three of them start ramping up on one of their hits (like Ramble On) and all three guitar sounds come crashing together. Spinechilling. I was gawking like a complete hick and exclaiming under my breath during the entire movie.
Vilma is 42. Devoid of makeup and fresh from an encounter with a hot stove, there is no way in hell you could give her a day over 35. She says she has good genes. Mike, you lucky barstard.
Tonight I will attempt once more to get bandified or at least singing groupified. We shall see.
