Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Let’s start a band


Let’s start a band. Yep, you and me and who ever else we can find. I don’t care whom else. I just want to play. It would be real trendy some kind of techno-retro-feelgood-hardcore-trashdance-rockabilly-deathmetal-blugrass. We can start small playing to all the smaller venues in town. A small regional label will pick us up. Of course, the description of our sound will be too much for record write-ups. It can be shortened to Blue Metal Death Grass! Thrash metal with banjos! Keyboards and a cowbell will all be our signature sound. After an EP and two LPs later, a major label picks us up, and all our fans from the early days say we sell out. Our fan base grows exponentially over the course of four more albums in six years. My head will expand, and I will go solo with one hit disc and my sophomore album will fall flat. I will apologize and rejoin the band. We release a greatest hits/live album with a couple new songs fans eat it up.
We aren’t as young as we use to be we lose our keyboardist, yes you, to drugs. You die in an alley with a nose full of coke. It’s sad. We all proclaim to be clean, we aren’t. Six months later after a near overdose our drummer will find Jesus, and run off to some compound to be with Mother Nature. We support you to your face, but make fun of you to the press. We never speak again.
We clean up for real. We release a couple albums that are terrible. On tour we only play one song from the most recent album to appease the label. The only reason we tour to help make ends meet. Our life styles have caught up to us. Money from albums doesn’t flow like it did before.
On second thought, lets not start a band. I gotta get these burgers out. That sounds safer.


-P

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