grant wrote:How could you not know what a blunderbuss was? Didn't you watch Yosemite Sam?
i used to watch bugs bunny as a kid but really i am not a fan. there's no way i would have known.
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Harvey Winters wrote:The sex thread reminded me of a conversation I had at a show, a long time ago...
I'm hanging at a club, waiting for the headliner to come on, and there's this beautiful red-haired girl, standing next to me...
Because I lack self-control, and an opening line, I begin with, "are you here to see (the band I'm here to see)"???
She nods yes, and says "kinda"...
I stare at her with my head tilted to the side, like when your dog is looking at you, and you fart...
"Well, when (the singer) comes to NY, I'm his date"...
Presumptive thoughts abound, I suddenly realize I'm gaping, and envious of anyone in a band...
She giggled through a whimsical sneer, and turned back towards the stage...
John wrote:My editors at the Weekly also made no reference about the sex article but raved about the beard one.
A Brutaful Smile wrote:this reminds me of a book i'm reading where the guy names all his girls from where they are from so he can remember their name.
sour29 wrote:Maybe I read too much into it, but I'm guessing she's of... a certain profession.
Harvey Winters wrote:A Brutaful Smile wrote:this reminds me of a book i'm reading where the guy names all his girls from where they are from so he can remember their name.
Flavor Flav???
sour29 wrote:I guess part of the reason I don't run to dissect every paragraph is I also don't want to be the male/internet version of the groupies eyeing each other at the merch table ...
Squid wrote:sour29 wrote:I guess part of the reason I don't run to dissect every paragraph is I also don't want to be the male/internet version of the groupies eyeing each other at the merch table ...
I'm just catching up with all of these entries, and with the articles themselves. It's funny how that description of female fans totally breaks my heart. It is spot on and yet, I don't know. There is much to be said about that situation. I will say, on a personal level, that one of the hardest things about running Playing in Fog at the beginning was the presumption that Deb and I were either dating a) someone in one of the bands we were watching or b) each other. The concept of a woman who was, quite simply, a fan of music was more than people could comprehend, even in this modern age.
That said, of COURSE crushes are developed, no? The experience of living with an album is an intensely personal one. The words, the melodies, they course through your brain and become a part of you. And if the music itself is yours, does it not follow (particularly at a younger time in your life) that the creator of said music should be connected to you as well? It's a gorgeously naive sentiment, and one that gets played out every night in every club in this town. The complications arise, as Captain J rightly points out, when the house lights come on and you are tasked with a) selling as much last minute shit as you possibly can, b) keeping an eye on the house manager to settle up, c) making sure you know where the fuck you're sleeping that night, d) nervously eyeing your gear, e) chatting with the shy kids who wanna amble up and tell you they dig you. It is multitasking at it's most ridiculous, and to top it all off, there is Element X: the girls who think that the Boy In Front of The Mike is going to solve all their problems. Or at least cut them a deal on a t-shirt.
The thing is, no matter how cynical I am about that situation, (and fuck knows I'd be even worse if I actually WAS in a band), I somewhat stupidly look to Merch Booth Girls as an oasis of sorts. They are a sanctuary of goofy romantic hope where the kinda shouldn't be any. Music - and those who create it - are the world to them. Everyone should be so lucky.
(Disclaimer: I'm in no way implying, btw, that Captain J was making a pejorative reference to these ladies. I'm just kinda examining one element of the piece and spinning it out into my own indiedork tapestry. Your mileage, as ever, may vary...)
Furthermore, I have had the distinct honor of meeting some of my boyhood idol’s over the last 15 or so years and have been pleasantly surprised at the regularness of these older rock musicians. I guess the assholes get weeded out and longevity only happens to those musicians who see themselves as ones who simply serve the music….I like that a LOT.
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