Back to San Pedro for rehearsal. I was very excited. I'd learned the frameworks of the new songs yesterday and anticipated a day of playing around, trying out different ideas. We'd book the whole afternoon. I felt really good about being ready for Thursday's recording session.
Reno and I arrived early. Reno forgot his meds and wasn't up for driving, so I went out to get his prescription filled. I don't drive stick but the drivers of San Pedro were quite patient.
Two hours later I was back and ready to practice. That's when Bowie showed up. He was late but that was fine. Reno and I were late yesterday. These things balance out. Unfortunately, Bowie forgot his bass. Matt, our host, found another bass in the house but it didn't work. He was too tired to go ask other friends to borrow a bass. I think it was the excessive paint fumes he'd smelled while silk screening posters. Matt gave me the names of a few people who might be able to help and I went canvassing the neighborhood. I think the locals pegged me as a Pedro newbie but what's a little hazing among friends, right? The fourth door I knocked on was Vincent's. Sweet guy. Most generous in loaning us his Gibson bass.
By the time I got back to practice Reno had lost his meds, so I had to get that filled again. I never actually played drums but apparently Reno and Bowie accomplished a lot. Matt said he thinks the songs are coming together well.
— Mike Faloon