Oh damn, still in this dream.

Gigging tonight with the wedding band. They've put 'Beat It' into the set. Oh bliss. I haven't done any of that two-handed twiddling for almost twenty years, and the few hours practice I've had trying to get the solo right have only gone to show me how far I've fallen from the paths of righteousness. Will fake it when the time comes, but it's not the same.
The punishing practice regime of my younger days seems pitifully far away. I don't have that much of a life, but it is still more than allows me the time to practice such esoterica.
Soundcheck at 3pm, on stage at 10 or thereabouts. In the intervening time, and given that I will be about 10 miles from shoarthing, I'll call on him for a cup of coffee and a chin-wag.

A civilised afternoon awaits.