Jul 14, 2009
We pulled it off! The band succeeded in playing our first show, and we didn't do too badly a job of it despite the bummers from the post below. Exclaiming that I've sold my soul to rock n' roll may sound a bit redundant, but Lemmy only knows I've been preaching the gospels of it eagerly enough, so I guess it was time it paid off by way of playing a really, fun gig. Plus the Creeps and Fear of Lipstick were both incredible and there is something to be said for how good it feels in my stomach (smushed in there with the jitters, beer and nervous butterflies) to play with bands I totally love listening to.
The rest of the night, shit, the rest of the weekend was a total blur of madness and bad habits. Thursday night; dj'ed the Bloodshot Bill & Raygun Cowboys show. It was probably one of my best dj nights in awhile, I think it's because I've been really listening to a lot of bluesy, soulful, old, good, r&b, rock n' roll tracks as of late and it was just the perfect show to fill up The Bovine with my latest favourites. Friday night was the show that I played with Bang it Out and that was a night my liver will never forget. Saturday I was on again; dj'ing at The Cloak and having a blast with lots of older tracks which the crowd really dug. By the time Sunday woke me up, I was on vacation. I headed to the park with the pug, PBR's and some fantastic company and had myself a marvelous day of not doing anything particularly laborious.
Monday meant back to work and so The Boomtown Rats went on the record player and while I still really, really didn't like Mondays I felt pretty darn good about it all.
Jul 10, 2009
Punk Rock save me for I have sinned. I think I've gone over Bang it Out's set list in my apartment, guitar at the ready about a hundred times and hoping that practice really does make perfect and we will somehow fall together and sound exactly as we're supposed to. We've had a bit of a trial getting to the show as far as getting practices in with everyone on board (hasn't happened in awhile), securing gear and keeping our voices but I honestly think that at this point, so long as we don't all electrocute ourselves on stage (though what a light show that could be! rock n' roll!) I think we should manage. And even if we don't, I reckon that Punk Rock is a mighty forgiving friend and when all else fails, there's always beer.