Good morning, mullets. Hope everyone had a nice long weekend. I'm continuing this concept of "the weekend" through the whole week. I'm sitting on. my. ass. Doing nuttin'. Hope you chumps are enjoying hanging out in your little cubicles while I type this journal from the comfort of my own bedroom, sipping a mimosa, wearing a pink camisole and surfing the 'net for underage koala porn. But you guys enjoy all that "typing" and "mimeographing" at your "jobs." Heh heh.
Hey, hey - big thanks to all who came out for the show on Friday night at the Middle East. A few highlights:
- Because of the flooding in my basement following by giant, hateful allergens engaging in a week-long siege on Keith's facial area, Scamper actually hadn't practiced since the last show at the beginning of May. In his wisdom, Keith decided that there wasn't a better time to play a bunch of stuff we hadn't played in years. Years, I say. His mind works in odd ways. We nitpicked for a while about the set list, but decided ultimately to throw in at least one or two "old" favorites.
Strangely enough, he was proven to be on to something. While the songs that we had played over and over during the past few months were muddy and flub-filled, the "revived" stuff that we hadn't practiced since the Clinton administration actually sounded great. Score one for the boss.
But don't get me wrong - this was NOT a good Scamper show. It was fun and the audience was terrific and energetic, but we did NOT play up to our usual standards. You know I can't lie to you people. So if Friday night was your first Scamper experience, don't give up on us yet. There are future shows for us to win your fickle hearts back (June 11 at the Knitting Factory in NY, anyone?)
- It was Matt from Harris' birthday, so I made sure to throw him over my shoulder and spank him a few times in front of a bunch of pretty girls. Because I'm a good guy like that.
As usual, Matt whipped my ass in the unofficial funny stage banter competition we have going when he said, "It's my birthday and no one's gotten me a white Russian yet. My mother always told me it's a good idea to jump around on stage with a belly full of milk." Then, he paused and said, "This microphone smells like Scamper."
- After the show, my achin' bones was achin'. While the adrenaline of a rock and roll show never fails to get me through, occasionally my right knee will turn to me after the show and remark, "Well, I hope you enjoyed jumping around like a moron on me for an hour, because I'm going to make you pay with screeching pain for the next - oh, I don't know - say, 2 days or so? Don't blame me, Coco - you shouldn't have been so quick to stretch that single into a double during the company softball game last week. What, you think because you jog a couple miles once in a while now that you're NOT a decrepit old man? Ha ha ha." My right knee is kind of a jerk.
As I sat there nursing my wounds, the lovely young Nicole from Baker asks me if I'm going to join them at their after-party, leading to the following exchange:
Me: No, I'm just going home and going to bed. I'm an old man.
Nicole: You're not old. How old are you?
Me: I'll be 30 this summer.
Nicole: Oh. (puts her hand on my shoulder) I'm sorry.
Rock and roll, people. Rock and fucking roll.
Hey, hey - big thanks to all who came out for the show on Friday night at the Middle East. A few highlights:
- Because of the flooding in my basement following by giant, hateful allergens engaging in a week-long siege on Keith's facial area, Scamper actually hadn't practiced since the last show at the beginning of May. In his wisdom, Keith decided that there wasn't a better time to play a bunch of stuff we hadn't played in years. Years, I say. His mind works in odd ways. We nitpicked for a while about the set list, but decided ultimately to throw in at least one or two "old" favorites.
Strangely enough, he was proven to be on to something. While the songs that we had played over and over during the past few months were muddy and flub-filled, the "revived" stuff that we hadn't practiced since the Clinton administration actually sounded great. Score one for the boss.
But don't get me wrong - this was NOT a good Scamper show. It was fun and the audience was terrific and energetic, but we did NOT play up to our usual standards. You know I can't lie to you people. So if Friday night was your first Scamper experience, don't give up on us yet. There are future shows for us to win your fickle hearts back (June 11 at the Knitting Factory in NY, anyone?)
- It was Matt from Harris' birthday, so I made sure to throw him over my shoulder and spank him a few times in front of a bunch of pretty girls. Because I'm a good guy like that.
As usual, Matt whipped my ass in the unofficial funny stage banter competition we have going when he said, "It's my birthday and no one's gotten me a white Russian yet. My mother always told me it's a good idea to jump around on stage with a belly full of milk." Then, he paused and said, "This microphone smells like Scamper."
- After the show, my achin' bones was achin'. While the adrenaline of a rock and roll show never fails to get me through, occasionally my right knee will turn to me after the show and remark, "Well, I hope you enjoyed jumping around like a moron on me for an hour, because I'm going to make you pay with screeching pain for the next - oh, I don't know - say, 2 days or so? Don't blame me, Coco - you shouldn't have been so quick to stretch that single into a double during the company softball game last week. What, you think because you jog a couple miles once in a while now that you're NOT a decrepit old man? Ha ha ha." My right knee is kind of a jerk.
As I sat there nursing my wounds, the lovely young Nicole from Baker asks me if I'm going to join them at their after-party, leading to the following exchange:
Me: No, I'm just going home and going to bed. I'm an old man.
Nicole: You're not old. How old are you?
Me: I'll be 30 this summer.
Nicole: Oh. (puts her hand on my shoulder) I'm sorry.
Rock and roll, people. Rock and fucking roll.
5 Comments:
It was great to hear "What a Shame" again.
If "Needless" was played, someone's getting hurt.
I don't know who, but someone is.
It was great to hear "What a Shame" again.
I enjoyed the expressions of shock and pride every time Brendo and I hit a chord change in the bridge correctly.
If "Needless" was played, someone's getting hurt.
It was suggested, but didn't happen.
There was also some arguing in favor of "Wicked Game" rearing its ugly head again, I'll let you know.
It was suggested, but didn't happen.
There was also some arguing in favor of "Wicked Game" rearing its ugly head again, I'll let you know.
Yay annnddd Yay!
Though I'm still waiting for my awesome lyric change to make its debut. hardy har har.
30?! For real?!
No effing way.
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