We have made a great milestone today. 9lives indie musicians

We had planned this meeting for a long time now. 

It is a really important day for the band. 

This year we are going to release our first album. We have been discussing the band's strategy between us and decided to hire a manager. 

This way we will be able to concentrate mostly on creativity and performance. 

The manager will take care of booking, financial strategy and agenda, marketing, branding and PR. 

We have a tight timeline, there is still a lot to do until we are there. But the time is tight and right. 

Good luck 9 lives. 

Now we are done with the paper work, we had to drink something for this big event. So we drank beer. 

And then we drank more beer. 

And then we drank more beer

At this point we started to talk about girls, ladies, moms etc...

Then shlomi felt like touching my hair

I dont know, but I thought it was nice and thats it. But shlomi didnt let go. 

He said "wow, Yariv, this beer is fucking good. Give me, give me your hair for a second, I have to check something. 

Then shlomi told me about some difficulties that he has in life. I think the beer opened him up a little bit. 

He said that he has problems sleeping and that he had nightmares. 

I tolf him, "buddy, life aint a garden of roses is it?" And then I spit to the side just like mi old'man taught me. 

My spit got stuck on the lower part of the chair, and only then, it reached the floor, dropping there. It was a huge one. 

Just like mi old'man taught me. 

Shlomi was laughing all the time. 

I told him, "shlomi, try to behave yourself"

Shlomi said ok but he couldn't really stop. 

He was laughing for a second and then stopped, and then laughed again and then stopped. 

Amit said that he saw a tiger jumping inside the third floor of the building. Through the window. 

No one believed him, but Amit didn't care, he ran to the car to hide from the tiger. 

We didnt find Amit yet, he sent this photo, but since then, we never heard anything from him. 

Maybe the tiger ate him. 

Anyhow, we got home somehow, and shlomi said he wants to play a love song to john lennon. He composed it on his bass. 

These are the words, 

Lennon lennon johnny john...

Etc... Some other words with lennon and stuff. 

He was a bit drunk and the composition was so so, so I didnt record it yet. 

But I loved the words, johnny , lennon, I miss you etc...

Then shlomi fell asleep. 

I took the blanket and covered him. 

I hope he doesnt have nightmares. 

I spit again to the side and said

"Shlomi, life aint a garden of roses shlomi"

Sleep well dear friend, tomorrow is a new day. 

Then I spit again.