An Emerald City

Yesterday I went looking for an Emerald City, because I heard they need a fiddle player for a little while. They are a badass progpsychedelicrocknrollfreakout band, so their habitat is limited to echoing caves on West Auckland beaches, anarchist squat bars, and graffiti-bombed warehouses in East Berlin. After patient searching, I found them here:


Which surprised me not a bit.

The only problem now is whether my amplifier is big enough. (Tip for non-musicians: it's not. My ampifier is cute, but it does not have the raw power to run with the big boys. Fortunately the walls of the practice room were lined with marshall stacks, which probably accounts for a lot of the structural damage you can see in the picture above.)