I can't stop listening to Adult's Hand To Phone (Cordless Mix). (Real Player)
Also...I am dreading heading into San Francisco to pick up our musical instruments ("our" meaning Dealership - the band I'm in)...on a Friday, it's 2 hours in my car. But that's my lot. Complain about getting to play music? So very indie. :) I'm looking forward to playing since "all ages" = fun, every single time. See ya at the rawk show. Maybe tonight?
| Update, post-show: Cool. |  | More later... |
And here's later... Synopsis: The show was great. A little place in Albany, CA. All ages and lots of kids attending which is rare (very!) in the East Bay. (That's Oakland-Berkeley and more, for visitors who don't know I'm living near San Francisco.)
The other bands were great. The Clarendon Hills were super fun. You like your music intelligent, heartfelt, poppy, fuzzy, and sharp? Me too. And it's such a good bonus when bands are nice. Maybe they should work part-time as indie impresarios...they set up this show and it worked very well.
The Librarians also played that night. But they didn't so much play as create a compelling, new religion based on sweat, musicianship, energy, and fun. And...if you are even thinking of starting a new band based on some macho, hyperactive mix of aggressive posturing and super songs...don't bother. The Librarians have figured out the combination to that particular lock and you would be a pale imitation. The key ingredient? Pick the least macho instrument ever performed within the rock canon (the tambourine) and then play it as if YOU INVENTED THE DAMN THING. Dress all in black, cut your hair in a pompadour that earns you an envious black checkmark in Kevin Sorbo's sweaty, little Badtz-Maru diary, and raise the tambourine in your gloved hand to proclaim, I AM THE CHOSEN ONE, WORSHIP ME. Seriously. It was a sight. And it was really fun.
Lots of new faces there, I was a little nervous. But then when we played, there was so much bobbing up and down and smiling from the kids. So I relaxed a little. Then we had one of those gratifying moments that occurs when you start a song and the audience starts singing the words! I relaxed further. Afterwards, we signed lots of T-shirts. So I think...they had a really good time. But, y'know...how can I ever know? Have you ever sat as a drummer for a show? The view from the drummer's seat, in the back and noisy, is so often short-sighted that the set winds up being a solitary experience. I often have to take other people's word for what happened. This night: everyone I asked said they had a great time.
Sadly, though, I was sick and really not as good as I could've been. And we didn't play everyone's favorite songs, as I was told later. Next time, though, we will...
I saw one girl who didn't smile through the entire set. She haunts me like a ghost. "Not good enough, not good enough! "