Subterranean Beefworks

Unrockbar (with some misc pictures)

Pictures:
Row 1: [LED] [Lila Smear] [Drama Guitar] [Wa bu fu] [Sam the Cat] [Hot]
Row 2: [Tonight] [Confrontation] [A First Snow] [Desk@RIT 1st year] [Ohio House] [In RIT Woods]

God. I love playing [guitar] so hard that when I sit down again, the seat of my pants feels damp. I can only begin to imagine the thought in your mind after you read that sentence. But continuing, I got an idea tonight at dinner, and it's been hatching a little more all night. You see, this entire week has been nothing but school spirit in the form of drinking, cars honking at tour groups, painted windows, marching bands, and just....lots of drinking. It was Lehigh/Lafayette week, during which there is a party every night of the week somewhere on the campus. It culminates on the gridiron, when the two teams of Lehigh and Lafayette attempt to hand eachothers asses to eachother. Incidentally, we violently jammed Lafayette's ass down its throat with a 30-10 victory. With everyone partying so hard, it got me thinking about bands.

I went to a party earlier in the year which had a band playing in the basement, a band party I guess it was called. Watching the guys on stage and a bunch of drunk co-eds thrashing around and being merry inspired me, and rekindled that flame that I guess all young guys have about presiding over the ecstatic chaos of a concert with a guitar, a soaked t-shirt and a raspy voice. Before I graduate, I want to do that.

My vision is to have maybe two guitars, drums, and bass. For the stage we'd have some colored lights, a garbage can full of beer and ice, and some candles on top of the equipment. We would play rock and punk, the kind of stuff that exhausts an audience, forcing even the most hardcore dancers to take breathers every so often. During songs, I would lock eyes with a cute dark haired girl in the front row, so she would think I was singing about her, then turn back to seducing my guitar. Between songs, taking sips from an increasingly warm bottle of beer, I would taunt the audence for more movement, more noise, more damned chaos. There would be jokes between bandmates half-projected through the speakers, drunk frat brothers screaming for FREEBIRD... which we would probably end up playing. We would fucking rule that party, and rule everyone in it, and they would love us for it, even the dark haired girl in the front row.

Shows how much an environment can change you. I had a similar ambition when I was at RIT, but it was signifigantly more fucking stupid. Since RIT had a social scene similar to a bingo hall, I would spend a lot of time in my room learning how to play anime music on the guitar. Now, you must understand that 'anime music' is really diverse and covers everything from classical to rock to metal to pop, so it wasn't really as bad as it sounds. But still, it was anime music. I was a member of the anime club, which met on wednesdays to show two hours of anime, and met every so often for dance parties, "talent shows," game parties, and other such easily mockable activities when themed with anime. My dream was to gather a couple people to play anime music at these gatherings. I thought it would be cool, and I'm sure that if I actually did it, I would still find it cool. But, I never did it. I am somewhat thankful for that. Anime fanboys and their frightening willingness to live a very unflattering stereotype are quick to get on my badside.

Where am I going to find a good drummer?

Posted by Alchemae at November 23, 2003 01:27 AM