Well, after school on Friday I had to go lug a lot of music equipment, lights, drums, etc. to Seaquam's famine (Seafast)-a gig, then worked for 6 hours.
That's right, work. I am a groundskeeper, which is a great title; unfortunately I get no shack. So I drag baseball fields, put lines on em, and pound in the bases. I am nothing less than a professional geometrist. Diamonds, angles, occasional head-trig; a new-found obsession with clean, perfect lines and round, even circles. Chalk dust that chokes every pore on the body and is probably giving me cancer or something.
Anyways I got back to Seaquam, finished setting up, done. Ready for bands. The first group was terrifyingly good, technically. An energetic, bubbly wall of sound. Not exactly my bag, (man,) but when they got going they sounded like a musical turkey vulture in full flight. The second group...was acoustic guitars, three guys. It was their first show, and they were obviously talented but not exactly solid. The lyrics were flaky, catchy, and funny. Then there was an all-girl goth rock band. Yeah. Slightly depressing, but good singers and okay songs; my favourite music reviewer, Andreas Trolf, once said that an all-girl band is like a dog walking on its hind legs: it's not so much the fact that it does it well, just the fact that it's doing it at all. (I'm kidding) (Gosh!)
Then we got to play, which was fun. And hot-I was dripping by the end. I was suitably impressed that there were no major screw-ups; not that it was great, I flubbed a couple of the songs cause they were too high, but I had a good time.
Here's what we played:
Ebin-Sublime
Turn It On-The Flaming Lips
Deanimated?-(Us)
From the Ritz to the Rubble-Arctic Monkeys
Counting Down The Hours-Ted Leo/Pharmacists
Calm Before-(Us)
Light Up My Room-Barenaked Ladies
Learn To Fly-Foo Fighters
Then that was over so we packed everything up. By this time it was about 2 in the morning. In the van, back to my house, couple of carloads later and I can sleep. It was 3 and I was dead on my feet with a slurpee in my stomach.
3 hours later I woke up to go to work-I had to be there by 6:30 am-and now, a 14 hour shift (no breaks, plus just for fun me and another guy moved 5200 pounds of chalk off a truck and into a shed) later, the bags under my eyes have bags under them and here I go to sleep.
P.S. I stood up in my room this morning right after waking up and checked my energy gauge- I found that if I relaxed the world would just melt down out of sight. When my head smashed into the wall, I realized the world was not falling away but I was just falling over backwards.
Moral of the story: it's all just perspective until your head hits a wall.
5 comments:
when i read what you write i feel the words enter my brain and swirl around a bit (like in dumbledore's pensieve). i like to let them swirl because they sound so pretty and look translucent; they remind me of clouds.
You seem to hit your head a lot... like that time you came late to lit. Perhaps you should wear a helmet to bed? I'm reading an autobiography by Sting, what you wrote in this post has an uncanny resemblance to the way he wrote about his gigs. Translation-- you are going to be a big star... that is if you want to be. Seriously, it freaked me out a little bit how similar it was.
I have a hilarious story about a guy who wore a hard hat his entire life. I have to tell it in person, though, because it loses something in writing. Suffice to say it involves an atom bomb, a tree, theiving cats, and the city of New York.
Suck it up, Turkey.
If that was Stephen, GO DIE! If not, point taken.
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