Regardless, Three Dimensional Rhombus got off the ground today with some borderline illegal jams that ranged from this weird mix of funk and Japanese folk music to Latin disco with church bells. It was going pretty well until one of the cats walked across my feet while I was playing a particularly emotional music box solo and I threw a Christian Bale hissy fit and destroyed the basement.
The sessions were documented with the following photos. No material was recorded, I only dropped my soprano sax twice (once on my foot) and we took two breaks for pretzels and Juicy Juice.
Kevin seems perturbed. What's the matter, is the arpeggio button sticking?
Yeah, ok, so it's on a pool table. Bob Dylan didn't even move out of the sewer until his fouth album was released.
Blurry, perhaps. But a genuine double-keyboard moment is too precious to pass up. I think at this point my dad asked if one of the cats was hacking up a hairball.
LOOK HOW ARTSY THIS SHOT IS WE MUST BE MAKING GREAT MUSIC RIGHT.
Note to self: Rock Band microphone probably not most effective recording device.
I hope you enjoyed this not-at-all-staged look at our not-at-all-completely-hopeless pursuit of a space rock opera about cat food. More pictures available here.
The look on Kevin's face in that first one made my day!
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