A duh moment · 10:08pm Dec 22nd, 2019
Before I sold my Mustang, I was at my grandmother's house and I was sat in her kitchen while playing it with a small practice amp. Other times, I'd sit with my acoustic on my grandad's knackered chair he sits on at the table and I'd sit in the damp, solid brick outhouse section at the opposite end of the kitchen purely because the acoustics are great and I enjoy the natural reverb.
My auntie came in as I was playing, and I'm sat there on the counter by the sink and running through Nirvana's Dumb, and she is standing through the open backdoor with a cig in her hand, and she sings, ''Californification'', to which my brain melts and my face suddenly drops to something like this -
I was like, ''Did you really just sing that?'' and when she asks what I was actually playing and I told her it was Dumb by Nirvana, she just goes. ''Oh, I don't know that one.''
Me -
Please...before you sing a song, make sure you know who the artist is. Please.
I take that advice to heart