I come from downtown, born ready for you.

I am wiped.

At the end of pub quiz last night, two friends of mine walked in. These are the two guys who want to start a band with me. We're going to do old-school metal. I have stipulated that my participation hinges on whether or not we do a cover of The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

One of them told me about his birthday present from his girlfriend. Lo and behold, she got him an accordion. Turns out the other one wanted one, too. That's when I mentioned that I knew the Accordion Guy. They said they wanted to do some dueling accordion stuff sometime.

Then, I had an idea.

"I've got it."

"What?"

"We cover Edmund Fitzgerald as a metal song. You two play accordions, I play bass and sing." A lightbulb lit up above their respective Guinnesses. "That's how we do it." I honestly thought they were going to cry, they loved the idea so much.

I think I just agreed to be in a band.

Oy.