The Intergalactic Cowboy

I listened to a tape of my current musical project with the harmonica player. The recording was better than I expected; dark, spooky; almost psychobilly in atmosphere. I now hear the possibilities of a grungy, southern, gothic, lunatic band coming into existence. The intonation on my guitar was really o.k. So, today at practice I will bring the other hollowbody guitar and begin adjusting the string length on it to accomodate the estimated 85 degree temperatures of the practice room. The outside temperature is supposed to hit 97 degrees today. Next week, a bass player, with long, flowing white hair and beard will be joining us. He will look good in the band photos if he sticks with us. There is talk of a window unit air conditioner being installed into the practice area. I am afraid that the high temperatures could dissuade any new musicians from joining this band.
Suvy has been brought inside by no later than 7pm each night, so as to prevent any future nighttime injuries to her leg. Her leg does seem to be improving fortunately. On Saturday, I found her curled up, asleep, under a camellia bush. She was so cute.
More later,
I.C.