Tonight's rehearsal didn't start loud, but like boiling a frog it passed the point of din to become discomfort without me spotting it. So I'm home now with a nice glass of Montepulciano d'Abbruzzo (it's the family wine, after my brother moved to Abbruzzo) and no music. Just a slight hissing.
We blasted through some new tunes, found a raga to add to Spiritual, and skelped merrily through the tunes for Tut's on Friday. One of them is Blues At My Door, which I wrote the music for before the Primevals existed - early 1982 I think. There will be people at the gig who are younger than that song - which is entirely how it should be. We've got a pile of songs ready, we'll have a blast on Friday.