Snare drum pound of 2 & 4, all the party people get on the floor...

Day 1; we storm through From Lettsworth to Legend from start to finish. Hammering the sword so that sparks are flying off of it. “Rocky” style sit-ups with somebody punching you in the stomach every time you rise up. This is where you find yourself. Are you a “lifer” or you just playing at it? Can you play your hardest with no screaming crowds shouting your name? When your pay for the day is a luke-warm bottle of water, is it enough? The rehearsal space is a metal building with no air-conditioning. It’s loud and hot. There’s only 3 of us in there and the mission is simple; work harder, get better, let the music do what the music’s gonna do! Circle the wagons. Time to empty our cup so that we can get some new tea. Cell phones off. No visitors allowed. We’re playing through all 6 albums top to bottom, working on some new stuff and generally getting geared up to finish kicking 2007’s ass. A 2 hour session ends in you standing in a literal pool of sweat. Your guitar, pedal board and clothes soaking wet. Drums are being bashed so hard, they’re jumping across the floor! The bass growling like the voice of doom. Richard’s right, “You’re mother should know!” This is designed to make the hottest sweatiest gig seem like a vacation. After blasting through this furnace for 2 weeks, any 4 hour gig is going to seem like nothing. Like the song says, “Next time you see me, things won’t be the same…”