Folks, an unusual happening is... uh... happening this Monday at the Abbey Lounge pub stage at 7pm. Our boy Nate is all grown up. He has a solo show.
When I first found out Nate was planning to do a show without the backing of his loyal pals in Scamper, I naturally went through several stages:
Denial: This is all a cruel joke. Nate would never play without us. It must all be part of an elaborate plan to get me to show up at the Abbey Lounge on Monday for a surprise "You're Awesome and We Love You and Here's Some Cake and Please Enjoy This Prostitute" party. Gosh, Nate loves me. What a swell guy. Hooray for Nate!
Anger: That motherfucker better not be playing a show without me. I swear, if I see him go anywhere near that stage on Monday night, I will beat his ass with diaper full of curry fries. That boy's in for a world of stink.
Bargaining: Okay, Nate - if you don't play the solo show, I'm ready to make this offer: I won't beat your ass with a diaper full of curry fries. No? Need me to sweeten the pot a little bit? How about this - I also won't beat you with a diaper full of mango salsa-covered marbles. Deal or no deal?
Depression: Nate doesn't need us anymore. I'm so bummed. Ah well - at least I can look forward to another season of LaToya Jackson in Armed and Famous. What? Cancelled? Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Acceptance: Nate's really going to do a show without us. And that's okay. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm a svelte woman trapped in a doughy man's body. My name is now Gigi O'Hallorahan. God, it feels so good to finally be me!
Man, that Elizabeth Kubler-Ross really knew what she was talking about, huh? Gigi will see you all at Nate's solo show on Monday night (with Dave Mirabella, Dan Cray and the delicious Jon Gorey).
When I first found out Nate was planning to do a show without the backing of his loyal pals in Scamper, I naturally went through several stages:
Denial: This is all a cruel joke. Nate would never play without us. It must all be part of an elaborate plan to get me to show up at the Abbey Lounge on Monday for a surprise "You're Awesome and We Love You and Here's Some Cake and Please Enjoy This Prostitute" party. Gosh, Nate loves me. What a swell guy. Hooray for Nate!
Anger: That motherfucker better not be playing a show without me. I swear, if I see him go anywhere near that stage on Monday night, I will beat his ass with diaper full of curry fries. That boy's in for a world of stink.
Bargaining: Okay, Nate - if you don't play the solo show, I'm ready to make this offer: I won't beat your ass with a diaper full of curry fries. No? Need me to sweeten the pot a little bit? How about this - I also won't beat you with a diaper full of mango salsa-covered marbles. Deal or no deal?
Depression: Nate doesn't need us anymore. I'm so bummed. Ah well - at least I can look forward to another season of LaToya Jackson in Armed and Famous. What? Cancelled? Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Acceptance: Nate's really going to do a show without us. And that's okay. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm a svelte woman trapped in a doughy man's body. My name is now Gigi O'Hallorahan. God, it feels so good to finally be me!
Man, that Elizabeth Kubler-Ross really knew what she was talking about, huh? Gigi will see you all at Nate's solo show on Monday night (with Dave Mirabella, Dan Cray and the delicious Jon Gorey).
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And the final stage: apathy from the masses.
You know, you're the only local rock hero I know who plugs psychiatry at each and every available opportunity. I don't have a response to it, just wanted to mention it.
You know, you're the only local rock hero I know who plugs psychiatry at each and every available opportunity. I don't have a response to it, just wanted to mention it.
Didn't Michael Anthony make several references to Harry Stack Sullivan during Van Halen's Hall of Fame induction last week? Or did I dream that?
I don't think so. I'm pretty sure Michael Anthony discounts the role of cultural variables and interactions on psychological development. He also discounts the value of fat chicks and using two hands to play bass.
I don't think so. I'm pretty sure Michael Anthony discounts the role of cultural variables and interactions on psychological development.
Of the 80's rock bassists, I always felt that the only true Sullivanian in the bunch was Poison's Bobby Dall.
And don't even get me started on Kip Winger's hardheaded devotion to Kohutian therapy.
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