Is there any sadder dyad in the English language? ("Bush re-elected," "dancing outlawed," um. OK, so there are lots.) But The Sands need a drummer. If you enjoy loud rock styles with vocal accompaniment, and songs that get kicked out of bed for going past three minutes, email me. If you can play for reals, email me. I don't mean some Beat Happening/Steve West type chaos—I mean, if you can keep time, hit hard, swing and occasionally get Tastykake on that ass, please email me. If you generally show up anywhere near the specified time, email me. Best of all, you have some audio evidence of your feet and hands at work.
Wait—here are today's sad words: "Begging on the internet."Posted by Sasha at August 5, 2004 10:59 AM | TrackBack