The pillow kings came back in today after taking a two week break. They unpacked, drank some coffee and looked at notes they must have written over the past two weeks. While all this was going on not one word was spoken. No good mornings (except to me), no how was your break, nothing. The guitarist plugs in and hits a chord. The drummer gets up and says "f-this" I'm out of here. The bass player calls him a prick and gives him the finger. The guitarist unplugs and puts his guitar away. the bass and guitar player leave. I get a call 35 minutes later telling me they will get back to me very soon to set something up. musicians! can't live with em and you can't kill them and bury em in the back yard.
All around nice guy and Chief Engineer at Peepers.