Ahem: this post will make absolutely no sense whatsoever unless you’ve read the previous post, Making Some Very Shouty Music. I’m not fishing for clicks; just trying to save you from complete and utter bewilderment, my fine fibrous friends.
…Because now, we are rockstars as well as knitters and crocheters. Thank you to all of you who signed up in the comments section of the previous post to come and join us for thrash metal band practise with The Purlz. At mere hours’ notice, a fair few of you abandoned your jobs/partners/children/pets/homes, and jetted in from all over the world. I notice that none of you abandoned your knitting/crochet though: you all brought that with you. We are kindred spirits.
Band practise was a blast. I think it’s fair to say that the walls of our garage are still reverberating from the noise. Heck, I think it’s fair to say the walls of the neighbours’ garages are still reverberating from the noise… and possibly the neighbours themselves, too.
Like a true re-incarnation of Slipknot, we growled, we roared, we jumped off tall objects whilst playing guitar (yes my ankle is healing nicely now, thank you for asking). We dabbled with mind-altering substances: some of us even drank red wine without decanting it first!! We tattooed balls of yarn on each others’ skin using a needle and some old ink:-
Unfortunately, I’m a knitter not a sewist, so the only needle I had to hand was a fat darning needle, which made for quite a painful tattooing experience. I’m not sure that the Contented Crafter is still speaking to me after this, although I maintain that it’s her own fault for demanding two whole sleeves of granny square crochet tattoos.
Anyway, some time around 3am I realized we might be winning in our quest to mortify the local youth into good behaviour, because a group of teenagers in pyjamas turned up at our door begging us to keep the noise down, as they had to be up early for Double French the next day. Win! It looks as though we could be saving the youth of the entire village from rebellion! I’m quite certain that all of our neighbours are silently thanking us for our efforts: they’re just too shy to come out and say it. I’m slightly more ashamed to admit that it did take us a while to settle down… and that ‘settling down’ pretty much consisted of slumping drunkenly into a stupor on the floor:-
But my goodness we rocked, and our debut single, Stash, will be available in the local village shop for at least the next week.