Well, it looks like Keith Daddy is taking the whole new "stress-free Scamper" thing a little too literally. Last night, the other three local rock heroes waited patiently in the basement for our brave leader to arrive for another round of Scamphearsal. Twenty minutes passed. Then forty. Then an hour. Finally, Diggity picked up the phone:
Diggity: Hi, where are you?
Daddy: I'm at dinner with my wife. Where are you?
Diggity: We thought we'd have a little band rehearsal.
Daddy: Tonight? Who decided on tonight?
Diggity: That would be you.
The good news is that while Keith rushed over to squeeze in the last 45 minutes of rehearsal time, the three remaining Scamps formed what must be considered the worst three-man cover band of all time. We triple-handedly mutilated the entire canon of popular rock music. The 70's, 80's, 90's and today - there was not a genre or style that we didn't absolutely murder. For reals, if there were any thought of us being actual "musicians," those delusions were soundly dashed within the first few bars of "You Might Think I'm Crazy" by the Cars. You might think we're terrible. And you'd be correct.
Speaking of terrible, I know it's tempting to respond to this little AIDS gnat that has been swarming around these days, but try to resist that urge. We're doing our best to delete his comments, so don't even bother. We did a little research and now know the identity of this self-professed "outlaw." Trust me - he's really not worth getting worked up over. Life has dealt him a seriously fucked-up hand (obviously) and he gets some sort of solace by lashing out at people on message boards. Pity is really the only appropriate response.
Of course, AIDS - I can't say that I'll have such a mature reaction the next time I "see ya at the rock bars!"
Diggity: Hi, where are you?
Daddy: I'm at dinner with my wife. Where are you?
Diggity: We thought we'd have a little band rehearsal.
Daddy: Tonight? Who decided on tonight?
Diggity: That would be you.
The good news is that while Keith rushed over to squeeze in the last 45 minutes of rehearsal time, the three remaining Scamps formed what must be considered the worst three-man cover band of all time. We triple-handedly mutilated the entire canon of popular rock music. The 70's, 80's, 90's and today - there was not a genre or style that we didn't absolutely murder. For reals, if there were any thought of us being actual "musicians," those delusions were soundly dashed within the first few bars of "You Might Think I'm Crazy" by the Cars. You might think we're terrible. And you'd be correct.
Speaking of terrible, I know it's tempting to respond to this little AIDS gnat that has been swarming around these days, but try to resist that urge. We're doing our best to delete his comments, so don't even bother. We did a little research and now know the identity of this self-professed "outlaw." Trust me - he's really not worth getting worked up over. Life has dealt him a seriously fucked-up hand (obviously) and he gets some sort of solace by lashing out at people on message boards. Pity is really the only appropriate response.
Of course, AIDS - I can't say that I'll have such a mature reaction the next time I "see ya at the rock bars!"
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Is birthday month still going strong?
Is birthday month still going strong?
I'm not going to lie to you, I faded. I'm not the young man I used to be.
However, Scamper will be making a brief appearance tonight at the Lizard Lounge Bill Janovitz w/ Crown Vic show. I will be accepting last minute birthday beers.
Scamper will be making a brief appearance tonight at the Lizard Lounge Bill Janovitz w/ Crown Vic show
To clarify, we won't be playing any music.
Heaven forbid!
To clarify, we won't be playing any music.
Speak for yourself. I might storm the stage for some harmonies during "Home on the Range."
That's a Buffalo Tom song, right?
Today, I'm ashamed to be an STD.
Today, I'm ashamed to be an STD.
Never be ashamed of who you are, HSVT2.
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