What a rainy day! I guess nature decided to make Danbury extra miserable for me today. That was so sweet of nature. And I did spend a lot of today bumming about missing the show, but today was far from all bad. In fact, I was surprised to find out that the Canucks game would be on TV tonight, so I got to watch that. And not only did I enjoy watching the Canucks, but I enjoyed watching the Canucks win against the Toronto Maple Leafs. So there were some bright points to the day. Also, I had some delicious chicken dinner tonight! I don't know the specifics of it, but it sure as hell tasted great. Yeah, most of today was actually pretty good. But once things died down, and I was left bored at the computer not doing much other than listening to the band I should have been seeing, I got pretty bummed. But hey, it's no biggie. Kate even called me to describe shirts to me, and find out what I wanted. She's a sweetheart. That call just ended up getting me pretty psyched for her to come back and shower me with gifts. I'm going to go ahead and say it. Today was an overall pretty good day. Take that, pessimism!
Alright. What do I have lined up for you folks today? How about the first real show a band I was in ever played? Yes, that should succeed in making me look pretty lame. So my first real band was a ska band called East Coast Skank. It was a terrible name. I didn't come up with it, but the idea for the name that I had was just as bad, I'm sure. So our first real show was going to be on February 14. Yes, Valentine's Day. It was a pretty good show as far as local music is concerned, and we just thought it was the coolest thing in the world. We didn't even care that we were playing at some shitty Pay to Play venue. We were rockstars. Also, being that we were an eight person ska band, we collectively had about a billion friends. So not only did we sell the tickets given, but we went and got more to sell from the venue. In the end, we sold about 150 tickets. We sold so many tickets that we didn't even have to play first. In fact, a band that were a lot better than us on tour from Montreal had to open. But I thought I was about the coolest person in the world. I was in the band for once. I was so cool that I had girls coming up trying to make out with me. This is a fact. This pretty average looking girl came up to me before my band went on, and asked if I would make out with her. This was not something I was at all comfortable with, so I told her that I would not make out with her. She's was pretty persistent, though. She kept on asking, and it got to be quite annoying. It got to the point where I figured if I wanted to get this girl to shut up, I'd have to plug her throat closed with my tongue. So I broke and made out with this chick that I didn't even know the name of. Back then (and probably now) I was pretty awkward with girls. I didn't know how to "get them to like me." So I had never kissed a girl before. So my first time ever kissing a girl was with some girl begging me to make out with her. What a way to ruin the first time, Greg. And on top of that, I was the loser at the show making out in front of everyone like I thought I was some sort of bad ass. Not that I take any stock in a first kiss, but it would have been nice if that hadn't been it. It would've been nice if that wasn't any of my kisses, in fact. So I chilled out with this girl I didn't know or enjoy being around until it was my band's turn to play. And get this... This chick did not even stay for my band. We were setting up, and she told me that she had to bounce. I had never felt more used in my life. Well that sure taught me to never put out again. But I had to put that behind me, because I had a ska show to put on! So we got all set up, and proceeded to play about 20 minutes of the worst music ever. And everyone in the crowd ate it up. They were dancing the whole time, and just having a ball. It was really embarrassing for them. In East Coast Skank's whole 6 show career, we only ever had three songs. One of which was about a minute and a half long. So we played those three songs, played some instrumental thing that we came up with the day of the show, and then we played our "hardcore" song. Back in those days, our understanding of hardcore was crappy breakup songs with a screamy chorus. I don't know where we got that from, but that's how it went down. And it was a bad song. No doubt about it. The only lyrics I remember from it were
"I made you a heart
Out of papier mache
And you tore it apart
And you threw it away"
Then someone would scream nonsense over the chorus. It was a little bit cool that for the first show, we had the singer of a popular local band do the screaming, though. That wasn't actually cool. I was just kidding. The worst part about this song was that, like most of our songs, it didn't really have an ending. So we'd jam on this crappy excuse for crappy music for like five minutes. It was a miserable experience for everyone. But we didn't know better. And luckily, neither did the audience. They ate it up. These guys loved our crappy ska band. Of course, almost everyone in the audience was our friend. But our friends have never been the type to miss an opportunity to shoot us down. So all of this encouraged us to play 5 more shows. Although, after the first two, we never had the same lineup. Whether we had kicked out our guitarist, the trombonist's parents wouldn't let him be in the band, I was on vacation, or any other number of lineup issues we had, we never had the same lineup for a show after those first two. Whatever. We sucked. It probably wasn't worth it to post all of this embarrassing information on the internet. Like I want to be reminded of my first make out sesh.
Alright. Now that all of that is all over the internet for the world to see, I'm going to wrap this up. I'll probably go downstairs and read for a bit. Then I'll get my 8 hours of sleep, and have a great Sunday. Or at least I assume it'll be pretty great. I may have to devote a little bit of time to studying for some Marketing exam on Monday, but I've never been a big studier, anyway. I like to get by on my looks. And it's been working so far. Am I right, or am I right? Alright. I'm going to go do all that reading and sleeping I was talking about. See you tomorrow, kids!
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Empress was great for having first make outs.
ReplyDeleteThose nasty old couches...hells yes.