A is for Arse

ARSE because I waited till the night before a gig to replace my strings.

ARSE because, as I was putting the A string on, I trimmed it too short and ruined it.

ARSE because the shop in Ocean Terminal don't sell single bass strings - so replacing it meant buying a whole new set.

ARSE.

A is also for Andy, who didn't deserve to be shouted at for distracting me while I was putting the string on. He did distract me, but I shouldn't have shouted. Which only adds to the feeling of being an ARSE.

Still, when all's said and done, tonight's our first gig with our mighty-sounding horn section. Can't wait.

Alas, it's a private party - or you'd all be invited. Whether you wanted to be or not.