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(Super Bowl/Ads:)
I don't enjoy football. It's not that I don't understand it, it's that I don't give a shit. And why, for fuck's sake would anyone want to watch a game for the commercials?! No thank you. The ones I did catch seemed to fall in either category: A)emasculating men and portraying them as stupid, simpletons or children or B)Overtly misogynistic. Pass. Pass Pass. If anyone wants to know what's wrong with our country, the Super Bowl is probably the best snapshot they'll get.
(Our 4th Show:)
Anyway, that was at the tip of my mind.
We had a show this weekend -- Saturday night. We were supposed to headline but since we weren't the ones handing out a cool 2 song cassette, we switched slots with Ideal Fathers. I have to say, we fucking rocked the shit out of that place. It was crowded, it was fun, it was full of energy and it got hot in there. While our show at the Larimer Lounge actually struck me with stage fright to the point where I physically froze up, this show totally just fed us all energy. To quote Anthony on Patrick's drumming: "You went all zeppelin on that set." I will admit, some of my confidence came from a sweet fuel called a whiskey sour.
One of my coworkers showed up with her husband and his brother and some of his friends (I guess it was a birthday party?) and they were really excited to hang out and they liked our set. That was kind of neat. Lindsay and Scott came, so did Lauren, Mike and Heather. Jaren and Stacee came and I'm sure I'm forgetting others. Eh, the point is, lots of people we knew came. After the set, we were approached by more people we didn't know, sold a lot of demos and talked with just about everyone. The last few hours we hung out there was just a non-stop gabfest. I got a really sweet compliment from the gayest dude I've probably ever encountered who told me I looked sweetly vintage save for the non-vintage ninja turtles suitcase that holds our demos.
Another couple of weirdo dudes cornered Anthony and had the saddest pitch ever. "You guys can play shows and all but we can market you and make you big! What kind of music do you play?" WTF. You were not there sitting at the bar, assholes? What kind of music do you think we play? I guess one of the guys was a stylist and the other was a photographer and both were incredibly misogynistic. Proof: They were nudging each other each time the female bartender would bend over so they could try to catch a glimpse up her skirt. Yeah, dudes, we really want you to support us, a band with two female members, while you're simultaneously acting like chauvinistic pigs in front of us. "Oh you guys have two girls in your band? That's great and they do what? Play guitar and sing!? No way! That's pretty good for a girl!" Ugh. Go to hell. The business card we got from one of the dudes looked like an energy drink logo. More gems: "Yeah I know AFI and I just did a shoot for Timbaland and his opening group. I really only listen to hip hop so I don't really get what you guys are doing." "I've been trying to hook up with this bartender for a week; I think I have a pretty good chance!" "I usually charge $1,000 for a shoot, but I'll shoot you guys for free. It's a great deal."
The interaction did give us a lot of fuel for jokes throughout the night and the next day involving leopard skin bikinis and asking Anthony and Patrick to step out of frame. We checked out his website to see what the hell he was trying to sell us -- let's just say that there was a lot of ducklips/sexyface going on everywhere. No thanks.
(About the other bands:)
Anyway, it was a great show. I think we'll play with Ideal Fathers again (though, they have much more energy on stage than we do; we'll gladly open for them). Cadillacula was good if you like Danzig and the Misfits. They all wore matching skeleton shirts which Michelle and I were impressed with. I mean, we did try to get Anthony and Patrick to wear matching gingerbread men shirts for our first show... We know Wes from the Mutiny and Morgan from Bosnia/Black Sleep of Kali and Nick that former tattoo artist and they are all cool people, but our bands are too different to make a cohesive show. Glass Hits was pretty good. I think they could be a tad more dynamic in their sound. The vocals sounded like These Arms are Snakes but that comparison ends there. Again, our styles are vastly different and not cohesive. Ideal Fathers was kind of like Death From above 1979 meets the Photo Atlas. High energy cocaine machine. With our low energy cookie machine, we're a good combo.
(More recording notes:)
Sunday we headed over to Trevor's (the furnace room) to mix down our 7". It's four songs, total of 11 minutes and eight seconds. That'll be two songs per side and since we're not trying to squish three songs a side, it'll sound much richer. We did a bunch of stuff that will only be noticeable on headphones (because we're nerds) and we've got plans on how to stamp the records with a secret message. Again, nerds. I drew the line at colored vinyl because I think it's cheesy. Classic black. We have art and we're tossing around a few names for it. We're taking turns with what we're putting out. One person gets to pick the name/art for an album and we rotate from there. Right now, we're deciding between two of Patrick's suggestions. Let's just say, one is a Bob Seger song that started off as a joke but now it's grown on us.
(Future shows?)
We're in the process of booking a show on March 13th or 20th and something else between then and now. We're hoping to play with The Nervous, Eyes and Ears, one of Trevor's bands, Ideal Fathers, etc. We want to play at the hi dive or the skylark so we can just all get drunk and crawl home (or at least to Patrick's.
(On eating during winter weather:)
I made a really good dinner, which was warranted due to this round of crappy, cold snowy hell. I baked an acorn squash in butter and brown sugar. I cooked up some brown rice with dried cranberries and yellow raisins and I sauteed some cimini mushrooms and onions in red wine and then mixed them in with the rice. It was satisfying. Michelle also gave us a loaf of homemade honey wheat bread which, with a little butter, was the perfect, hearty compliment. She came over and we spent the night doing laundry and watching Modern Family.
(Theme parties suck:)
We were invited to a valentines day party which will involve dressing in 70's garb and playing the newly wed game. I am not particularly looking forward to that shit, though I have a sweet 60's dress (micro mini with bell sleeves and a high neck) that could work as well as a mod, black, mock turtle neck dress...
I don't enjoy football. It's not that I don't understand it, it's that I don't give a shit. And why, for fuck's sake would anyone want to watch a game for the commercials?! No thank you. The ones I did catch seemed to fall in either category: A)emasculating men and portraying them as stupid, simpletons or children or B)Overtly misogynistic. Pass. Pass Pass. If anyone wants to know what's wrong with our country, the Super Bowl is probably the best snapshot they'll get.
(Our 4th Show:)
Anyway, that was at the tip of my mind.
We had a show this weekend -- Saturday night. We were supposed to headline but since we weren't the ones handing out a cool 2 song cassette, we switched slots with Ideal Fathers. I have to say, we fucking rocked the shit out of that place. It was crowded, it was fun, it was full of energy and it got hot in there. While our show at the Larimer Lounge actually struck me with stage fright to the point where I physically froze up, this show totally just fed us all energy. To quote Anthony on Patrick's drumming: "You went all zeppelin on that set." I will admit, some of my confidence came from a sweet fuel called a whiskey sour.
One of my coworkers showed up with her husband and his brother and some of his friends (I guess it was a birthday party?) and they were really excited to hang out and they liked our set. That was kind of neat. Lindsay and Scott came, so did Lauren, Mike and Heather. Jaren and Stacee came and I'm sure I'm forgetting others. Eh, the point is, lots of people we knew came. After the set, we were approached by more people we didn't know, sold a lot of demos and talked with just about everyone. The last few hours we hung out there was just a non-stop gabfest. I got a really sweet compliment from the gayest dude I've probably ever encountered who told me I looked sweetly vintage save for the non-vintage ninja turtles suitcase that holds our demos.
Another couple of weirdo dudes cornered Anthony and had the saddest pitch ever. "You guys can play shows and all but we can market you and make you big! What kind of music do you play?" WTF. You were not there sitting at the bar, assholes? What kind of music do you think we play? I guess one of the guys was a stylist and the other was a photographer and both were incredibly misogynistic. Proof: They were nudging each other each time the female bartender would bend over so they could try to catch a glimpse up her skirt. Yeah, dudes, we really want you to support us, a band with two female members, while you're simultaneously acting like chauvinistic pigs in front of us. "Oh you guys have two girls in your band? That's great and they do what? Play guitar and sing!? No way! That's pretty good for a girl!" Ugh. Go to hell. The business card we got from one of the dudes looked like an energy drink logo. More gems: "Yeah I know AFI and I just did a shoot for Timbaland and his opening group. I really only listen to hip hop so I don't really get what you guys are doing." "I've been trying to hook up with this bartender for a week; I think I have a pretty good chance!" "I usually charge $1,000 for a shoot, but I'll shoot you guys for free. It's a great deal."
The interaction did give us a lot of fuel for jokes throughout the night and the next day involving leopard skin bikinis and asking Anthony and Patrick to step out of frame. We checked out his website to see what the hell he was trying to sell us -- let's just say that there was a lot of ducklips/sexyface going on everywhere. No thanks.
(About the other bands:)
Anyway, it was a great show. I think we'll play with Ideal Fathers again (though, they have much more energy on stage than we do; we'll gladly open for them). Cadillacula was good if you like Danzig and the Misfits. They all wore matching skeleton shirts which Michelle and I were impressed with. I mean, we did try to get Anthony and Patrick to wear matching gingerbread men shirts for our first show... We know Wes from the Mutiny and Morgan from Bosnia/Black Sleep of Kali and Nick that former tattoo artist and they are all cool people, but our bands are too different to make a cohesive show. Glass Hits was pretty good. I think they could be a tad more dynamic in their sound. The vocals sounded like These Arms are Snakes but that comparison ends there. Again, our styles are vastly different and not cohesive. Ideal Fathers was kind of like Death From above 1979 meets the Photo Atlas. High energy cocaine machine. With our low energy cookie machine, we're a good combo.
(More recording notes:)
Sunday we headed over to Trevor's (the furnace room) to mix down our 7". It's four songs, total of 11 minutes and eight seconds. That'll be two songs per side and since we're not trying to squish three songs a side, it'll sound much richer. We did a bunch of stuff that will only be noticeable on headphones (because we're nerds) and we've got plans on how to stamp the records with a secret message. Again, nerds. I drew the line at colored vinyl because I think it's cheesy. Classic black. We have art and we're tossing around a few names for it. We're taking turns with what we're putting out. One person gets to pick the name/art for an album and we rotate from there. Right now, we're deciding between two of Patrick's suggestions. Let's just say, one is a Bob Seger song that started off as a joke but now it's grown on us.
(Future shows?)
We're in the process of booking a show on March 13th or 20th and something else between then and now. We're hoping to play with The Nervous, Eyes and Ears, one of Trevor's bands, Ideal Fathers, etc. We want to play at the hi dive or the skylark so we can just all get drunk and crawl home (or at least to Patrick's.
(On eating during winter weather:)
I made a really good dinner, which was warranted due to this round of crappy, cold snowy hell. I baked an acorn squash in butter and brown sugar. I cooked up some brown rice with dried cranberries and yellow raisins and I sauteed some cimini mushrooms and onions in red wine and then mixed them in with the rice. It was satisfying. Michelle also gave us a loaf of homemade honey wheat bread which, with a little butter, was the perfect, hearty compliment. She came over and we spent the night doing laundry and watching Modern Family.
(Theme parties suck:)
We were invited to a valentines day party which will involve dressing in 70's garb and playing the newly wed game. I am not particularly looking forward to that shit, though I have a sweet 60's dress (micro mini with bell sleeves and a high neck) that could work as well as a mod, black, mock turtle neck dress...