The Middle Eights are...

...tired. Here we are. It's 8:30 am and we've been here for almost an hour already. Matt and I are waiting to book an ensemble room so we can rehearse this weekend. Matt actually hasn't slept at all. He had a late night session last night singing Eleanor Rigby for someone's project. I know what you're thinking... Being in a band is really glamorous.

One more midterm to go and I'm submitting an entry to the Berklee songwriting contest today.
Here's a comic to entertain you: (miss you Melissa) [you can click to enlarge]

More to come.

Purple Monkey Dishwasher.