Man, this is only semi-related, but I am really pissed off about this.
So I've been rehearsing with my friend Sam (keyboards) for a week or so, since that's all the time we've had, trying to get music together for the Robert Burns Ball that happens in... oh, 12 hours. Our first drummer dropped out with practically no notice, so we've had our second drummer for only two rehearsals. Fortunately, the man is a fucking savage and is the most intuitive and skilled drummer I have ever worked with. He's truly the savior of the ball.
So my mom, being a Scot-o-phile, decided she wanted to sing a few tunes with us. Fair enough. We worked with her for most of the rehearsal last night, with stuff like "Flower of Scotland" and "Wild Mountain Thyme". Very Scottish stuff. So after we've spent all night reworking the song so that the key suits her range, adjusting tempo so that she's happy, basically bent over backwards for her, but it's no trouble because she is right there to tell us how she wants it. We practice all of this shit, using our valuable rehearsal time trying to make her happy.
In the car on the way home: "I want to do it a-cappella."
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