30 Hour Famine

I'm playing bass tonight at the 30 Hour Famine here in Winnipeg -- with a hardcore band called "a place tomorrow". They don't have a regular bassist yet (the band is mostly recent grade 12 grads and one guy in his twenties), so I'm filling in.

They don't seem to mind having an old fart on bass, and I certainly enjoy playing with them -- I cut my musical teeth on Led Zepplin-style blues, heavy metal, and punk, so it's like going back to my roots. Shocked the snot out of my fourteen-year-old daughter -- "Dad, when did YOU learn how to play hardcore?".

Now I feel like that dad in the Toyota commercial who cranks his daughter's CD in the stereo. Minus the tie. And the Toyota...