Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Champs next door.

The kids got out of school in early June and today is the first day I’ve had to work on my new manuscript. Coincidently, today is the first day my dumbass 13 year old neighbor held practice for his band. They seem to have a short playlist; he and his friends have been playing “Tequila!” over and over again for the last three hours.

While they have crappy instruments and crappy talent, somehow they’ve managed to secure the world’s best—and loudest—amp.

Addendum: Make that 4.5 hours. When will their fingers bleed so they can stop?

4 comments:

Barb Slaton said...

Can you ask them to cut the amp?

Christy Raedeke said...

Well then I'd be the crotchety old lady next door. I guess it's all just fodder for the YA novel. I suppose I should should embrace my inner middle-school-garage-band-geek and enjoy...

:)

Barb Slaton said...

yeah, sounds like a lose-lose proposition, complaining.

It is funny, though, that they chose THAT song instead of something newer and more hip. Maybe Louie, Louie will be next!!!

;)

mom said...

Looks to me like you need more "soul food"!