Fire that burns and never dies

Oh the joy of humidity.

Starting with how aggravating it was to play Bass this morning and your hands get all clammy and it begins to drag alongĀ the fretboard all staggered like.
To top it off, being on stage for an hour, with poor airconditioning has given me a killer headache.

Now I wanna settle down and relax on the computerĀ and my arms stick to the tabletop.

Oh, and it’s making the paint I just put on my tom drum dry slower.

Humidity: 4, Chris: 0