As I write, Ethel’s “show” is only hours away. Thank goodness. My ears can’t stand much more. I hope she gets a good turnout or life in this house is NOT going to be pretty.
Ethel’s also decided that she needs a band. So I spent the weekend helping her write a Craigslist ad and interviewing potential band members via Skype.
We found a very gifted pianist named Mendelssohn, but she seemed to suffer from depression.
The guitarist we interviewed – Flea – was a complete bust. Totally tweaked out on catnip.
And we Skyped with a drummer who’s played large venues with some pretty up-and-coming artists. Unfortunately, Ethel couldn’t meet his compensation requirements – unlimited grain-free, hypoallergenic wet AND dry food [we don’t even eat that well], unlimited organic treats [treats? what are those?], and a place to crash [our moms would NEVER go for that, thank goodness!], so he was out.
Thankfully, Ethel seems to have cooled to the notion that she needs a band to accompany her. She says she doesn’t want the music to interfere with her vocals. And, speaking of vocals, I yet again gave in to her harangues. She said her fans have been requesting video, so here it is. It’s short – I didn’t want to subject your ears to more than necessary. You’ll see what I mean.