So for the majority of my life my wardrobe has consisted of Skateboarding shoes(Vans, Airwalk, DC) some baggy pants(I can't wear jeans), and a band T-Shirt. Throw in the occasional hoodie and that's what I have worn for a good number of years now. So when the average music fan(and I mean average) sees me wearing a band's T-Shirt or the topic of music comes up in general they want to talk to me at length about how awesome Velvet Revolver is or how groundbreaking "the dead" are. This my friends is not the style of music I enjoy. I like bands based on amazing lyrics and pushing boundaries. Not cause they are catchy or they say bitch in the chorus of their song. I also don't know much about playing music so 11 minute drum solos and "listen to this crazy thing he does with his guitar here" does not impress me. The music I like comes from a scene, it has an identity, and a sense of community.
So last night at this birthday party this guy and I start talking and he likes my sense of humor. I was very dry last night, as I am usually around drunk people(I don't drink) . He starts telling me how awesome it is that I don't drink or smoke or "do any of that stuff, I wish I never started..I might have finished High School". Great....here we go. So "dude" as we will now call him starts telling me about how he plays drums and he can do the fill in Tom Sawyer. Most drummers apparently lack these skills. So then I make the mistake that I need to stop making. In fact this is the first...and last time I will ever mention this ever again.....EVER. At least not to a stranger or a late 20's rocker. I used to own a record label...yup...I should have just hopped in the car and drove home right at that point. Now I don't know what it is that makes people think that owning a record label equals I owned a recording studio, but most people not my age ask that question right after I say it.
I did not and never will own a recording studio. Bands went to a studio with a producer and recorded the music. Then they made artwork. Then we sent it to the magical fairy land where they make CDs. No recording studio was ever owned by me. Well guess what..Dude is in a band yes a band that sounds like a cross between Guns N Roses and Stone Temple Pilots with some awesome like...Rush stuff thrown in to keep it intresting. So I have to go with him to his truck and listen to his band's demo. At this point I already know how this is going to end. I am not going to like it, I am going to lightly praise the stuff I think sounds ok, and then he is going to ask me if I still know anyone "in the industry"(like I knew anyone to begin with) and if I can give them his demo.
So we get in the truck and he pops in his band's demo and it starts fairly promising with some intresting feedback and maybe some keyboard noise...maybe. Then it kicks in to the most generic bar band nu-rock sludge you have ever heard. He then tells me that the guy singing is no longer the bands singer. See he was dating a girl and they broke up and she started dating the bass player so he quit. He would proceed to tell me this four more times in the 50 minutes(50 minutes!) we would spend in his truck listening to this demo. He would also reiterate to me how cool it was that I don't smoke or drink or do drugs. He would do this while taking a sip of his beer, lighting a cigarette or and this is the best taking some weed out of the center console of the truck and lighting up. By the way this dude is married and has two kids, not really the best way to get your music career off the ground.
So I lightly complimented the parts I thought were intresting and then he asked me if I knew anyone(I don't) and we left the truck and I knew if anything I would have something awesome to post on my blog.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
031-Best Party Story Ever
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