thursday night jazz hell or wednesday night neighborhood noise horror

yesterday evening, me and tommi played with mikey on bass, and eventually daniel showed up on keyboards. mikey on bass, hmmm, well it wasn't too promising unfortunately. we did have some reasonable improvisations, but he really struggled at listening and consistency, but i suppose if he really worked at it he could be more than our drunken sid vicious. though there was one inspired moment when i took up the synth, and mikey basically just scraped his strings quickly back and forth as tommi busted out the hot shit disco rock beat, we were so no-wave, it was rad. but when i tried to show him a riff to a song, maybe he was too drunk and or stoned already, anyway, it just did not work. anyhow, daniel showed up and added to the racket, and that was all good, as we hit our stride as i took over on bass and mikey hollered into the microphone, we were rocking the disco dub noise shit talk poetry crap, i liked that. i think we did three pretend songs that way, maybe i'll remember some of the bass riffs later. anyway, we all proceeded to get drunk off of kirin beer and sake, ate some improvised burritos and cruised on down to sadlands and the cafe. on the way we realized our childhood favorite ninja turtles all correlated up, as daniel was donnatello, mikey michaelangelo, tommi raphael, and me as leonardo, cuz i'm a dork. i don't think mikey will work out on bass in the end, cuz i think his higher priority is fucking boys, but who knows. daniel is showing a lot of potential, following me while improvising quite well, so if we can just get him a bit more learned and experienced with playing, we'll have a cute little keyboard whore. anyways, plan b for our supposed upcoming show at the semi-finals is for the four of us to get drunk and play improve noise jams just for the fuck of it, could be some hot shit.