Hello there, ladies and gentlemen

Update to getting the band back together:
The housemate decided, of the moment, to get people together for the long-promoted but never attempted and inaccurately named Endless Setlist on Rock Band. Our line up was Tersa, HarleyMae, CyranoCyrano, zdashamber, and motleypolitico, and we kicked things off around eleven. Most of the proceedings were simply endurance--we crunched through the earlier, easy, songs with an almost callous indifference, but the fans were just thrilled to see Gone Plaid back together again. They bought a crapload of t-shirts. We breezed through the bugaboo of Green Grass and High Tides, and our goal was in sight--the 58th and final song was "Won't Get Fooled Again" and with it the accolades of our peers and industry.
Alas, tragedy struck on song 57. (Musicians call it "The Heinz Curse".) The hand controller for the microphone, the one piece not in use, the one piece whose batteries did not get swapped out for fresh, died half way through Run to the Hills. And for a split second, the menu screen popped up to inform us that it had lost connection and we should press (X) if we wanted to return to the main menu. Of course, at that point, all of us were furiously pressing (X) as we tried to keep up. And before we knew it, or had any understanding why, we'd been booted out of the game. The fans, as we, were stunned into silence. Most of them filed out of the auditorium, crushed. Those who remained, we played an encore, but our hearts obviously weren't in it.
VH1 says that if we do it again and promise to succeed, they'll do a "Behind the Music" special on our triumphant rise from the ashes.

You'd better listen to the voice of reason

Episode two of "So you want to be a DJ" went well, even if I will have to miss the first class. Got lost again, but allowed enough time to do so. And one of my classmates reminds me far too much of WindRose, except for the nose ring and several tattoos.