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For Danny - 2/18
Feb. 18th, 2015 07:50 pmI cut through mic cables the way Taylor Swift cuts through new boyfriends. Or used to. Before she turned lesbian of whatever her deal is now.
It's like the cables aren't made to be swung about like lassos, pendulums, propellers or ground upon. Luckily, I haven't had one go tits up on me during an actual performance thus far and I can only hope things stay that way. As I browse the selection in stock there at Rock Ewe, weighing my options and comparing my choices, my ears are assaulted by some spectacularly mediocre piano playing coming from further back in the store.
"Excuse me," I say, flagging down what I can only assume is an employee. Why else would anyone willing wear a shirt with a sheep in full KISS makeup, Gene Simmons tongue action and all? "Do you sell these in bulk?" I ask, holding up a specific cable. My eye twitches when the piano hits a sour chord.
"Never mind, these will do fine. On your way." After dismissing the shop clerk with a flick of the wrist, I settle on two cables and head towards the back of the shop. There's another butchered chord. At this rate I half expect to find and actual ewe mashing the keys with it's hooves. That would have been an impressive sight, actually.
It's like the cables aren't made to be swung about like lassos, pendulums, propellers or ground upon. Luckily, I haven't had one go tits up on me during an actual performance thus far and I can only hope things stay that way. As I browse the selection in stock there at Rock Ewe, weighing my options and comparing my choices, my ears are assaulted by some spectacularly mediocre piano playing coming from further back in the store.
"Excuse me," I say, flagging down what I can only assume is an employee. Why else would anyone willing wear a shirt with a sheep in full KISS makeup, Gene Simmons tongue action and all? "Do you sell these in bulk?" I ask, holding up a specific cable. My eye twitches when the piano hits a sour chord.
"Never mind, these will do fine. On your way." After dismissing the shop clerk with a flick of the wrist, I settle on two cables and head towards the back of the shop. There's another butchered chord. At this rate I half expect to find and actual ewe mashing the keys with it's hooves. That would have been an impressive sight, actually.