It was definitely welcoming enough to get me to poke my head out of the window every so often to escape the thunderous din!
I'd forgotten how loud amps could be. And I had certainly underestimated the effect of putting drummer boy in a room with acoustic drums.
Speaking of him, we finally managed to talk properly. The combined time of our conversation in Starbucks, the taxi and train just wasn't enough. Somehow, I can't help but feel that I'm at fault too.
I can't believe just how blind I can be...
