Sing a Song

We practiced all miked for vocals the other day. I can't really play and sing together very well yet but I did better than I expected. It was fun singing Wiggy. Stef felt the need to disown the lyrics and explain to Chip that they were based on my (not her) experiences, which they are and aren't. Sometimes fiction makes a greater truth. And I know I'm not the only one with experiences. Actually I think it's kind of good that the lyrics make her uncomfortable. It means I'm agitating. Subversion is really the only goal I have for this whole endeavor. Expression and subversion. And free bar tabs.