I don't know about you, but I am certainly glad it is finally the weekend.
I got my John Entwistle teaches bass guitar thing in the mail today. So I watched it with my brother.
Now seriously. If I wanted to learn how to play bass, I would not ask John Entwistle. Because basically he was like "oh, well, you can do this and finger that and pluck this and tap that and octave this, and it sounds like this!" *plays amazing bass lick*. And then my brother says "I hate you, John".
Now of course, he doesn't *hate* John. Hate is also a synonym for admire. Because he is able to play such far out crazy stuff that we couldn't even try to play, so we have to hate him for being so awesome. I'm like that with Keith a lot, even though it's clear that I absolutely love him. The other day I was watching a clip of Keith singing Bell Boy and my brother's like "wow… you look like you're in love with him… like *really* in love with him…" I don't know what to say about that. Heh heh.
There was this part where he was I think playing something with his pinky and then he's like "OWW!" and that was hilarious. And then there's this loser guy jamming with him and they're playing and John looks away. That was FREAKING hilarious. But I guess you had to be there.