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01-25-2012, 04:12 AM | #21 (permalink) |
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My best 'bumpy moment' isn't quite from my band, so much as... caused by my band haha
There's a warehouse downtown that caters to my local scene with roughly 20 rooms to rent for bands. Come to think of it, I have 2 bumpy moments from that place. The first one was actually during my very first visit to the warehouse, we didn't even have a room yet. We'd just been asked to play our first show and were jamming with the other band while a Top40 cover band practiced down the hall. We didn't think anything of it, they'd start playing some poppy crap, we'd paint a kaleidoscope of sound. Then one of my bandmates got thirsty and walked out to the vending machine and past their room. Apparently the vocalist was having a diva moment and flipping out at her bandmates about how much she hated the warehouse and how much we sucked with our noise and blah blah blah. We laughed. ------------- The 2nd bumpy moment was from within our jam room in that place. We'd normally head in on Friday nights until about 11pm. Turned out it was one of the more quiet evenings, normally just us and the punk room from upstairs and across the way that was obviously shared between 3-4 groups. One fine evening we're hanging out in our room and enjoying a post jam pipe and we're listening to the punks practice what sounds like the same song over and over again. 1! 2! 3! 4! RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE ...STOP!!! over and over. I remember commenting about how much of a dick that singer must be since he was also the guitar player and the guy who kept changing how fast the song went every single time. So we decided to be dicks about it. 1! 2! 3! 4! KICK INTO THEIR RIFF AND PROCEED TO ROCK IT THE HELL OUT ... Fast forward 2-3 years. I'm working some new dead end job with this punk dude. Takes about all of maybe 10 minutes for us to start talking music and to figure out we've both jammed at the same warehouse. I tell him that same story. DUDE! THAT WAS US! Apparently the singer lost it when we started playing their tune better than they could as an improvised joke when they were actually trying. He was apparently a giant douchebag and scammed my co-worked out of his fair share of the vinyl pressing of their disc they'd all paid towards during their time together. So whatever. Everyone else thought it was hilarious. |
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