Having survived a group of large men looming over me at the Celtics game on Friday, it was time for my long-awaited return to the Scamper fold on Saturday night at the Paradise Lounge. Some highlights:
- On the ride over to the club, an exhausted Mikey consistently mangled the English language, butchering three otherwise-funny jokes. Finally, he said, "That's it - I'm not talking the rest of the night." At 6:23pm, the poor guy had already thrown in the towel.
For the record, Mike's silence lasted until 6:27pm. The little trooper hung in there for four whole minutes (as it's now known in Scamper folklore "The Greatest Four Minutes in the History of the Universe.")
- When we arrived at the venue, it was clear that wardrobe-wise, we were most certainly not on the same page. Keith was sporting an informal t-shirt, whereas Mike and Nate were in semi-fancy mode. Me? Full-on three piece suit.
Clearly, I was the sexiest of the bunch, but that really wasn't the point. We needed to engage in a good ol' Scamper throwdown over this completely unprofessional lack of communication. In a flurry of screaming, flying fists and potato skins, we hashed out and a settlement: Keith would ironically wear a tie over his t-shirt and (in a seemingly unrelated side negotiation) Nate and Mike would touch dinkies for 5 seconds.
Don't judge us. This is how our band operates.
- As we were the second band on a bill of 312, we felt a bit on the rushed side. We only had about 25 minutes to pack in the usual dose of erotic power pop. The mixes must have been weird on the wings of the stage, because both Nate and I had trouble with our sound while Mike and Keith reported good-sounding shows.
The audience, as always, was wonderful, especially for such a short set and an early start time. You guys deliver 10 out of 10 times. Thank you all so much for coming out and showing us the love we've been spoiled with all these years.
We're going to be able to stretch our rock-and-roll wings a bit this Friday November 10 at Boston University Central with a full-out Scamper show. The ridiculously talented Casey Desmond will be opening. Technically, admission is for BU students only, but email me at brendan@scamper.net and I'll make sure your freeloader ass gets in.
- On the ride over to the club, an exhausted Mikey consistently mangled the English language, butchering three otherwise-funny jokes. Finally, he said, "That's it - I'm not talking the rest of the night." At 6:23pm, the poor guy had already thrown in the towel.
For the record, Mike's silence lasted until 6:27pm. The little trooper hung in there for four whole minutes (as it's now known in Scamper folklore "The Greatest Four Minutes in the History of the Universe.")
- When we arrived at the venue, it was clear that wardrobe-wise, we were most certainly not on the same page. Keith was sporting an informal t-shirt, whereas Mike and Nate were in semi-fancy mode. Me? Full-on three piece suit.
Clearly, I was the sexiest of the bunch, but that really wasn't the point. We needed to engage in a good ol' Scamper throwdown over this completely unprofessional lack of communication. In a flurry of screaming, flying fists and potato skins, we hashed out and a settlement: Keith would ironically wear a tie over his t-shirt and (in a seemingly unrelated side negotiation) Nate and Mike would touch dinkies for 5 seconds.
Don't judge us. This is how our band operates.
- As we were the second band on a bill of 312, we felt a bit on the rushed side. We only had about 25 minutes to pack in the usual dose of erotic power pop. The mixes must have been weird on the wings of the stage, because both Nate and I had trouble with our sound while Mike and Keith reported good-sounding shows.
The audience, as always, was wonderful, especially for such a short set and an early start time. You guys deliver 10 out of 10 times. Thank you all so much for coming out and showing us the love we've been spoiled with all these years.
We're going to be able to stretch our rock-and-roll wings a bit this Friday November 10 at Boston University Central with a full-out Scamper show. The ridiculously talented Casey Desmond will be opening. Technically, admission is for BU students only, but email me at brendan@scamper.net and I'll make sure your freeloader ass gets in.
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And in the end, pop was successfully overthrown.
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