Nothing much happening in the world of baseball, so today I’m subjecting you to band stories.

My band, as I may have mentioned, is looking for a bass player. We’ve interviewed and auditioned a few folks, some with promise. It’s like dating. You hook up, you call, maybe you hook up again, and if everything falls just right, you end up with someone you can live with for an extended period of time. We’re in the hooking up phase right now.

Anyway, after taking several weeks off due to the holidays, the remaining band members got together this weekend to dislodge the rust before resuming with auditions. It was a blast.

Without a bass player, I found myself trying to throw in as much bottom end as possible. And we even busted out some songs we’d never even tried or intended to try. The best was Nirvana’s "Come As You Are." We knew the first verse, the chorus, and the main riff. The solo isn’t technically difficult and I was able to pull it off reasonably well on the fly. And every now and then I’d chime in with Dave Grohl’s harmonies ("no, I don’t have a gun") whether or not the situation warranted them. Sloppy as hell, parts in the wrong places, but we sure had a good time.

Thus concludes today’s band story. We hope you enjoyed it. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about the infamous "six of us and three of them" gig at Bodie’s many moons ago.