Band-aid

My BF plays bass in a band. I shouldn't say he "plays" bass- it's more accurate to say that he "commandeers", "masters" and "dominates" the bass.

The band, which formerly turned over some unique jam tunes under the name Magicallistic, is currently nameless. The undiscovered band is yet to formally establish its "coming of age" in front of a public audience. In fact, except for holding a jam session before a handful of drunk/high highschool students in someone's private gym- I don't think they have really played for anyone yet.

But I don't doubt they are ready.

As Groupie #1, I can attest to their unrivaled, seasoned sound made up of lively complex beats, hot riffs and some bombin' basslines. There is no song this band can't cover. Swiveling in the only nearby chair, observing the band members between protuding pieces of gym equipment, matching their rhythym with my feet on the base of some kind of bowflex-- I can easily picture them on a hip low-lit stage playing in front of an eager audience.

It is obvious that this band has skill and style. The members are lovers of music, and who better to create music than those with an ear for what sounds great? Once they are presented before a world of ears, their fame will explode overnight. I will be able to say, "I'm tight with that sexy bass player".