After much delay, a weekend recap. I'll be finished just in time for next weekend! Hey - stop complaining. The interweb is free for a reason.
Friday:
It was time for our long-awaited show with Aloud. I had been eagerly awaiting this night since I first saw them - I looooooooove Aloud. Despite the fact that their drummer Ross is an infamous premature ejaculator, the fellas (and chick) from Aloud always bring the ruckus.
As we arrived at the Middle East, a homeless guy on Mass Ave started yelling at me about my "Rowdy" Roddy Piper "Hot Rod!" t-shirt. I couldn't tell whether he was pro-Piper or anti-Piper, but I could observe the fact that he had no hands. I opted not to debate him as no matter what the outcome of the argument, I feel I would have won the war. Because I have hands, you see.
After sound check, we prepared to have a band dinner. Before a show, it's a bit of a tradition for the four of us to eat together, talk about which girls are going to come to the show and refuse to sleep with us and generally have a grand ol' male bonding experience. But not this time:
Keith: "I can't eat with you guys tonight."
Us (in unison): "Why not?"
Keith: "I have to read to Jason before he goes to sleep."
In that moment, Keith officially trumped my "reading a psychology textbook while sipping tea in the recording studio" move as the Least Rock and Roll Moment in Scamper History. So congratulations to Keifer on that one.
I missed the first band The Volume because I was making an elongated left coast birthday phone call (Happy happy, J and K!), but I luckily came back in time to see the Silver Lining. Damn, that girl can really throw down. A very fun show, especially if you're into 60's guitar rock and monstrous vocals. Which I am.
Then, it was time for our set. You know I never lie to you people - I did NOT have a good show. The audience was terrific and the energy was high, but the stage sound was so bad that I lost my vocals in a sea of mud and drums. I felt like I was screaming to hear myself sing and probably going sharp. After the show, I said to Nate, "I think that was our worst show ever."
He looked at me like I was batshit insane and said, "Ummm... were you there for our O'Brien's show?"
I immediately felt better. And everyone I talked to seemed to really enjoy the show, so I was happy to be wrong. Thanks to all who came out for the show. You are the best.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you all about Pete's wedding and how I pretty much ruined it.
Friday:
It was time for our long-awaited show with Aloud. I had been eagerly awaiting this night since I first saw them - I looooooooove Aloud. Despite the fact that their drummer Ross is an infamous premature ejaculator, the fellas (and chick) from Aloud always bring the ruckus.
As we arrived at the Middle East, a homeless guy on Mass Ave started yelling at me about my "Rowdy" Roddy Piper "Hot Rod!" t-shirt. I couldn't tell whether he was pro-Piper or anti-Piper, but I could observe the fact that he had no hands. I opted not to debate him as no matter what the outcome of the argument, I feel I would have won the war. Because I have hands, you see.
After sound check, we prepared to have a band dinner. Before a show, it's a bit of a tradition for the four of us to eat together, talk about which girls are going to come to the show and refuse to sleep with us and generally have a grand ol' male bonding experience. But not this time:
Keith: "I can't eat with you guys tonight."
Us (in unison): "Why not?"
Keith: "I have to read to Jason before he goes to sleep."
In that moment, Keith officially trumped my "reading a psychology textbook while sipping tea in the recording studio" move as the Least Rock and Roll Moment in Scamper History. So congratulations to Keifer on that one.
I missed the first band The Volume because I was making an elongated left coast birthday phone call (Happy happy, J and K!), but I luckily came back in time to see the Silver Lining. Damn, that girl can really throw down. A very fun show, especially if you're into 60's guitar rock and monstrous vocals. Which I am.
Then, it was time for our set. You know I never lie to you people - I did NOT have a good show. The audience was terrific and the energy was high, but the stage sound was so bad that I lost my vocals in a sea of mud and drums. I felt like I was screaming to hear myself sing and probably going sharp. After the show, I said to Nate, "I think that was our worst show ever."
He looked at me like I was batshit insane and said, "Ummm... were you there for our O'Brien's show?"
I immediately felt better. And everyone I talked to seemed to really enjoy the show, so I was happy to be wrong. Thanks to all who came out for the show. You are the best.
Tomorrow, I'll tell you all about Pete's wedding and how I pretty much ruined it.
7 Comments:
i still have the videos from the o'brien's show if you want to be reassured at how awesome the show friday was...??
also, the word "scampering" was thrown about today in english comp. i laughed. it was great.
You don't know what you're talking about, Brendo. Reading to your son is the most Rock and Roll thing you can do.
Reading to babes is cool!
Oh, I should mention - the book he was reading was "The Dirt: The Authorized Autobiography of Motley Crue." So I guess it was pretty rock and roll.
Kids do love Mick Mars...
Any of you read "The Dirt"? The part about the Crue getting burritos is revolting(and rock n roll I suppose).
This burrito is delicious, but it sure is filling!
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