Sometimes I am weird. Or maybe always....

Gentlewomen and Gentlemen of the Vox Chaotica Council! For those of you out there who are fans of The Darling Sounds, I have a small lovely thing for you:

So yeah. We are a great band with semi-poor taste in performance dates. The other sort of important thing about this show is I will be running a new Mainstage setup, because the old one was... What's the phrase parents say...? It went to the Happy Farm? Maybe it ran away? Regardless, [Cutter is about to drop a truth bomb] it died. A long, slow, painful death because the build was sub-par (my fault). Let us all take a moment of silence for Darling Sounds II, the original Mainstage setup.

Alright. That was plenty of time. Let's enjoy the new look, shall we?

Alright, now that we have that out of the way (I believe I am likely one of two people who read this blog who actually cares what it looks like), let's talk about how you hold the steering wheel of your car.

Honestly though—as I was driving back home from my Monday Night Dinner with Friends, I was thinking of my grandpa. That probably sounds a bit weird, but his is the car I drive most often, because the family van is rightly named Anyanka's Terror Wagon—emphasis on terror. Back when grandpa was alive, he and I had a tradition: we'd wake up early one summer morning in Colorado (we always spend some time in the summer with my Mum's relatives in the Mile High City) and go grab some doughnuts from LaMar's or Winchell's to bring back to the rest of the family. He never really saw the point of seatbelts—so he'd never wear one—and thus the first minute of our ride to the doughnut shop would be listening to the 50 dings of grandpa's car telling him to fasten his seat belt.

Anyway, I was thinking about one of our excursions driving home and I realised how often I only have one hand on the wheel. Dangerous, I know. So I wonder how often other people drive with only one hand on the wheel, which hand it is, and how their hand rests on the wheel. I wondered how my grandpa used to rest his hand on the wheel, and lamented the fact that I'd never know. But this intrigues me, so I'm going to start taking pictures of people's hands on the wheel as they drive.

I'm weird, I know.

PS - I'm going to shoot for a Tuesday post and a Friday post for the next couple weeks, see if that's a better format for the blog.

tl;dr HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND I'M A WEIRD KID! YAAAAAAAAAY COME SEE MY BAND PLAY AT THE TRUNK SPACE!