Clever people

Gah!

Love ’em?

Hate ’em?

Still got to admire ’em, right?

So there’s a guy at work.

He’s not particularly clever at work though.

Hey! I’ve got to say that! If I told the truth his head would get so huge he’d be unable to get out of the building.

Or in to it.

Which would mean, thinking about it, that he wouldn’t be so clever at work because he couldn’t get in because of his oversized head.

Hmmm…

Anyway, this guy – I’ll call him Nick, but that’s his real name so I’ll come back and edit this later in an effort to hide his real identity as if he were a mild-mannered Clark Kent/butch Superman kind of split personality guy.

Where was I?

Oh yes, Nick.

He plays guitar – but it’s OK, it’s only bass guitar.

And it’s cool for me to say that because I am, after all, one of the best rhythm guitarists in this whole house!

And he’s in a band too (as well as working with us genetically-engineered super-clevers), this Nick-not-his-real-name.

So I said to him the other day ‘What did you do over the weekend Nick?’

And you know what he said?

Do you?

Well I’ll tell you.

He told me that he ‘spent some of it in a recording studio’.

For a split second I assumed that he had a second job cleaning the glass between the studio and the engineer’s deck.

I may have said something hyper-intelligent like “Wha’?”

‘Playing in the band’.

An animated conversation took place at this point followed, shortly afterwards, by the electronic transmission of a hyperlink to my inbox.

Yes indeed.

So when you click on the MySpace link below do yourself a favour.

Make sure you’re comfortable.

Make sure you’re not going to be disturbed for a short while, and…

Make sure the player is serving up the track ‘Rico’.

And here it is…

Nick-not-real-name-clever-guy-with-a-brain-the-size-of-a-small-planet and his weekend of work in a band named Sing Sing Hotel.

Enjoy.

I listen to this stuff once a day.

And I do.

Enjoy it.

B.

p.s. listen to the bass guitar. sickeningly good!