Fooled By April Memory #347:
When Pete Galea was a younger man, he was like a lot of fellas (myself included) in the sense that he didn't have a ton of luck with the female species. But when he joined that jiggly pop quartet known as Fooled By April, everything changed for our boy. He became a super delicious (although follicly-challenged) stud muffin.
When Pete went on his first tour of the Midwest, he sent me an email with a highly detailed account of his initial taste of "rock band on the road" debauchery. It was, in a word, gross. In fact, the events of that tour are far too extreme for even me to write about in this space... and I ended a journal entry with "Suck my dick, Mom!" But the best part was when Pete ended the email with a simple sentence:
"Find three fellas and start a band. Seriously."
Fooled By April Memory #562:
During the winter and spring of 2003, I spent almost every waking hour with the band, following them for a documentary about their trip to South By Southwest music festival. I was always around the band - it felt like I was attached to the guys at their shapely child-bearing hips. Seriously, it was quite a bonding experience and the five of us came through it closer than brothers.
Or so I thought... until I was hanging out at a bar with Jordan a few months later and he turns to me and says, "Dude - what's your last name?"
I was shocked. "What?"
"What's your last name?"
"You don't know my last name? We just spent the last three months together."
"I just forgot it."
"Why don't you check the credits of the documentary I made about your ungrateful ass?"
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck YOU!"
Memories... light the corner of my mind...
Your last chance to create your own Fooled By April memories - this Saturday at the Paradise.
When Pete Galea was a younger man, he was like a lot of fellas (myself included) in the sense that he didn't have a ton of luck with the female species. But when he joined that jiggly pop quartet known as Fooled By April, everything changed for our boy. He became a super delicious (although follicly-challenged) stud muffin.
When Pete went on his first tour of the Midwest, he sent me an email with a highly detailed account of his initial taste of "rock band on the road" debauchery. It was, in a word, gross. In fact, the events of that tour are far too extreme for even me to write about in this space... and I ended a journal entry with "Suck my dick, Mom!" But the best part was when Pete ended the email with a simple sentence:
"Find three fellas and start a band. Seriously."
Fooled By April Memory #562:
During the winter and spring of 2003, I spent almost every waking hour with the band, following them for a documentary about their trip to South By Southwest music festival. I was always around the band - it felt like I was attached to the guys at their shapely child-bearing hips. Seriously, it was quite a bonding experience and the five of us came through it closer than brothers.
Or so I thought... until I was hanging out at a bar with Jordan a few months later and he turns to me and says, "Dude - what's your last name?"
I was shocked. "What?"
"What's your last name?"
"You don't know my last name? We just spent the last three months together."
"I just forgot it."
"Why don't you check the credits of the documentary I made about your ungrateful ass?"
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck YOU!"
Memories... light the corner of my mind...
Your last chance to create your own Fooled By April memories - this Saturday at the Paradise.
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I forgot to mention - don't be shy about sharing your own Fooled By April memories. Favorite shows, favorite songs, favorite pair of Gordon's jeans (if you don't say the pony pants, then I just don't want to know you).
I'll let Alena post her personal pony pants story, but as for me I'll contribute a favorite moment... let's see. One time that I remember I was really proud of them was when I saw them open for Francine and Helicopter Helicopter at the Middle East in 2003. At that point in their career it was a huge show for them and a room full of people hearing them for the first time, and I remember they just totally kicked ass. I mean, they're almost always on top of their game, but that night was theirs. Blew H2 and Francine off the stage.
Ahhh the pony pants! Because I love them so much and want to me just like Gordon, Betsy and I painted ponies on my jeans, and I wore them to a Fooled By April show. Unfortunately I only got to wear them once, because shortly aferwards I was too pregnant to fit into them, and now I am too fat to fit into them. I'll try to lose a few pounds by this Saturday and wear them. I might have to starve myself, but it will be worth it.
That was supposed to read "want to BE just like Gordon".
And there are no words to describe my love for Fooled By April. It is just too much for words.
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