The band matters

I'm seriously wondering how much longer this band of ours will exist when some people want to have cuddly happy-feel rehearsals, others - myself included - wish people would take things a bit more seriously, and even R. feels things are getting old.
We sounded like a second-class garage band tonight. Let's hope the old saying is true that when the final rehearsal sucks, the actual gig will rock. Let's hope that this won't be our final gig.

Wishful Dreaming

Last night, or rather this morning, in the half-hour that I have between the first and the second alarm clock going off, I dreamt of hurrying into the theatre and trying desperately to get a ticket, and when all else failed, sneaking into the second balcony, because there was a one-time return of the local production of Leonard Bernstein's Candide.

One dream I wish would come true.
Yes, it really was that good.


eta: What are the chances of two consecutive entries being exactly twelve hours apart, to the minute? Ah, la forza del destino! :-D