I knew we were in trouble when we played the first song -- I mean tried to play the first song. We might as well have handed the guitar to a monkey in diapers, cause Bobby could barely play. That was the longest set of my life, good thing everyone else was drunk. It’s odd that everyone whooped it up, as if they didn't notice the tragedy unfolding on stage. I guess when the music is loud and the audience wasted you can't go wrong. Then it happened, the police showed up and shut down the show. They must have heard how bad we were playing. We were told about a noise curfew after 1am. Small towns, go figure. I couldn’t have been more happier.
I have a theory about drinking and playing music. I think you need to start drinking when you start playing otherwise the booze to music ratio is totally fucked. I know if I drink and play music I'll forget lyrics, lose my finger position on the bass, and burp a lot. What a lovely image that is.
I have also noticed in our travels that often when a band calls for the audience to bring them beer, the band SUCKS. This is especially true when they call for the audience to bring them shots, and 100% guaranteed when they call for booze before they even play the first song.
At the bar someone informed me that Ed Hardy was once a respectable tattoo artist before his art was put on clothes for duchebags.
Now that’s what I call art.
The sun shined while a soft breeze rustled the trees. Like Mayberry from The Andy Griffith Show, but with punk rock music.-Jimmy