Runcible Blog

drunken parties are still no fun

Saturday was Scott's tent party and my first gig with Travels With Charlie (and my new amp). I didn't hear many complaints, but by the time we played, most people were very drunk and not paying much attention. And those who did pay attention were probably being generous with their compliments. "Disaster" might be an exaggeration, but I definitely think we could've played better. I got lost a few too many times. Fortunately, I don't think most people noticed. eh.

I think there was way too much consumption at that party, and I'm not saying that as a NARC. It's one thing for the "audience" to be loaded, but it's not cool if the band is also. I don't know why someone would want to impair themselves. It's not fun to play crappily.

After we played, Scott's neighbor started talking to me about this and that. I'm not sure, but it seemed like he was hitting on me. Here are some clues:

  • He started by saying that he "admired my bass", which of course is a euphemism for something else.
  • He asked my age (while sizing me up...)
  • He mentioned living in San Francisco....
  • His friend played in a band called "The Queers"
  • He wouldn't stop talking to me. I had to find an excuse to get away.

Oh, and by the way, I love when I get stuck in conversations like this one:

cool guy: Have you heard of Kid Creole and the Coconuts?
me: uhh, no.
cool guy: What?! Get outta here! I can't believe you haven't heard of them....yadda yadda
cool guy: You must know [some other obscure band], right?!
me: no...
cool guy: No way! Oh, you're missing out. That's unbelievable!

Now imagine the conversation continuing like that for 5 minutes...

I don't know what the deal was with that guy, but I'd like to know what happened to the groupies. Did they get lost in the shuffle somewhere? Let's see, there were a couple skaaaaaanks, a few timid onlookers, a couple embarrassed girlfriends-of-drunken-fools, Phil's fiancé, and Scott's wife. Where were the TWC go-go dancers? It's just not right. Some teacher told me that "chicks dig guys who rock", but let me tell you, there wasn't much public "digging" going on (unless you count the 40 year old guy talking my ear off). *sigh*

So to summarize the day: gallons of booze, loud music, lots of strangers whose names I won't remember, creepy neighbor, shortage of fans.

Tomorrow night I'm going to play with a couple "electronic performers" (drum machine and synth) in Allston. I'm excited because I'd love to try something different like that. Who knows; I might jump ship and play techno!