Today is the 5th anniversary of Scamper.
Many of you who read this journal were there at the very beginning for those first Scamper shows - definitely the most important and newsworthy thing to happen back in the fall of 2001. While I wasn't present when four seemingly harmless banjo-pluckin' rubes named Keith, Nate, Mike and Marc first consummated their musical love for each other, I can imagine it was quite the powerful body chemical explosion. One hundred and eleven shows later, Scamper stands before you as the rock juggernaut that it is.
It was a little under two years ago that I joined this ragtag group of intergalactic arms runners when original Scamper bassist Marc Roderick unexpectedly perished in a tragic, yet ultimately just textile mill accident. (A moment of silence for all the textiles that died that day, please.) Since then, I've done my college best to adequately fill his stinky, athlete's foot-infested shoes.
Staying together as a band for five years - it's quite an accomplishment, really. A band is a lot like a romantic relationship - the good times, the bad times, the flaws, the quirks with which you must put up. Over the past five years, Scamper has survived Mike's knife-throwing rages, Nate's penchant for pigeon buggery and Keith's inability to pronounce the word "thievery" without giggling. Oh, and the granola fights. Let's not even get into that shit. (shiver)
Seriously, I'm beyond grateful to be a part of this band as it celebrates its fifth anniversary. Humongous thanks to all the great, supportive fans and friends who have been there by Scamper's side for the past half-decade. We appreciate every one of you that comes to the shows, buys the CDs and t-shirts, reads this journal and tells your friends about Scamper. You're the reason we keep the rock going.
As for me, this is the last you'll hear from me for about a week, as I am taking the next few days off to head to Ohio. Why Ohio? Well, I'm going to stand idly by while a perfectly nice, reasonable young lady agrees to pledge her life to this man:
Have a safe and happy holiday weekend. If I survive the open bar, I'll talk to your asses around the 5th or so.
Many of you who read this journal were there at the very beginning for those first Scamper shows - definitely the most important and newsworthy thing to happen back in the fall of 2001. While I wasn't present when four seemingly harmless banjo-pluckin' rubes named Keith, Nate, Mike and Marc first consummated their musical love for each other, I can imagine it was quite the powerful body chemical explosion. One hundred and eleven shows later, Scamper stands before you as the rock juggernaut that it is.
It was a little under two years ago that I joined this ragtag group of intergalactic arms runners when original Scamper bassist Marc Roderick unexpectedly perished in a tragic, yet ultimately just textile mill accident. (A moment of silence for all the textiles that died that day, please.) Since then, I've done my college best to adequately fill his stinky, athlete's foot-infested shoes.
Staying together as a band for five years - it's quite an accomplishment, really. A band is a lot like a romantic relationship - the good times, the bad times, the flaws, the quirks with which you must put up. Over the past five years, Scamper has survived Mike's knife-throwing rages, Nate's penchant for pigeon buggery and Keith's inability to pronounce the word "thievery" without giggling. Oh, and the granola fights. Let's not even get into that shit. (shiver)
Seriously, I'm beyond grateful to be a part of this band as it celebrates its fifth anniversary. Humongous thanks to all the great, supportive fans and friends who have been there by Scamper's side for the past half-decade. We appreciate every one of you that comes to the shows, buys the CDs and t-shirts, reads this journal and tells your friends about Scamper. You're the reason we keep the rock going.
As for me, this is the last you'll hear from me for about a week, as I am taking the next few days off to head to Ohio. Why Ohio? Well, I'm going to stand idly by while a perfectly nice, reasonable young lady agrees to pledge her life to this man:
Have a safe and happy holiday weekend. If I survive the open bar, I'll talk to your asses around the 5th or so.
8 Comments:
Congratulations Scamper on your 5 years as a rock machine. :)
Cheers,
---==> Christobal
A toast to the "free" rehearsal room in the back of the now defunct Mars Music, and the following audition setlist:
Let Me Down
Lucy Don't Worry Now
Rockette
Caramel
and the clincher: El Scorcho
5 f**king years! Man, that's bad-ass.
Dude, have a good time. Word to the wise: I won't be there to save you from yourself, so try not to sleep with the bride this time.
Peace!
If Brendo wants to sleep with the bride I think he should. There shouldn't be any question about this.
*does the Happy 5 Years Dance*
*follows up with the Hopefully Brendo Will Survive the Open Bar Dance*
Ha - when I first read that "sleep with the bride" comment, I thought you meant at the Scamperversary celebration. I thought "Why would I sleep with Alena?" which was quickly followed by the thought "Why would ANYONE sleep with Alena?"
(smooch)
If you're trying to insult me, it's not working, as I'm still drunk. You can at least pretend to want to sleep with me.
Happy 5th Scamper.....& to Keith & Nate... it's been an amazing & creative transformation since the playfair roland days!!....many more satisfying years of rockin'!!
Sacamper Dad
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