Temperatures In Hell Plummet
(So. Yes. Right. Writing in here with something that resembles frequency. Good idea. Like it. Want to make it happen. Yes. Good. Right.)
The band has a gig. Implausible! But true. We're playing a closing slot at Ash Street Saloon next Wednesday, March 2nd. Fantastic. We're playing after Burke, Bully Killer, and Force Fed Led.
Only one of these bands has a website? Ash St. doesn't have a website? What the hell kind of crazy nerdlessness is this? I worry about the world sometimes.
We will be appearing as The Havzies, for reasons nearly beyond explanation. It's the name printed on the most recent demo, and so we're running with it, though Ash St. has managed to not quite run with it correctly -- they mis-spelled it The Havies in the Mercury. Which, granted, is not qualitatively more ridiculous than the correct spelling, but, well, dammit.
We've been through a lot of band names. The original working name was Sidecar which I never much liked but which we used at an open mic one time. Then came bella is a cat, which was made somewhat official by a soon-to-be-defunct website I registered and built. Then, that name too fell away. Then we were Science, and then The Havzies.
I do not want to suggest that we hopped effortlessly from one name to the next in this chain. There have been arguments, endless, stupid, hopelessly unsettleable arguments for well over a year now, and every time a band name has finally been chosen (for whatever indefinite span it ends up lasting), it has been more the result of exhaustion and apathy than anything. I for one have not been the driving force for any of the official names. I would name us Shatner, or Mathletic Supporter, or Gilliam Comma Terry or any of a thousand other enthusiastically dorky names.
This is part of why I don't get to name the band, as I understand it -- I've managed to get myself into a social situation where my status as tremendous geek actually differentiates me from my peers. That hasn't happened since sophomore year at Franklin High.
Right. Anyway, a gig. We are collectively pumped. I hope I have my motherfucking voice back by then, though -- right now, when I sing? I start coughing pretty badly. Not great for showmanship.
And now, a photo of Burke:
Burke, you card!
The band has a gig. Implausible! But true. We're playing a closing slot at Ash Street Saloon next Wednesday, March 2nd. Fantastic. We're playing after Burke, Bully Killer, and Force Fed Led.
Only one of these bands has a website? Ash St. doesn't have a website? What the hell kind of crazy nerdlessness is this? I worry about the world sometimes.
We will be appearing as The Havzies, for reasons nearly beyond explanation. It's the name printed on the most recent demo, and so we're running with it, though Ash St. has managed to not quite run with it correctly -- they mis-spelled it The Havies in the Mercury. Which, granted, is not qualitatively more ridiculous than the correct spelling, but, well, dammit.
We've been through a lot of band names. The original working name was Sidecar which I never much liked but which we used at an open mic one time. Then came bella is a cat, which was made somewhat official by a soon-to-be-defunct website I registered and built. Then, that name too fell away. Then we were Science, and then The Havzies.
I do not want to suggest that we hopped effortlessly from one name to the next in this chain. There have been arguments, endless, stupid, hopelessly unsettleable arguments for well over a year now, and every time a band name has finally been chosen (for whatever indefinite span it ends up lasting), it has been more the result of exhaustion and apathy than anything. I for one have not been the driving force for any of the official names. I would name us Shatner, or Mathletic Supporter, or Gilliam Comma Terry or any of a thousand other enthusiastically dorky names.
This is part of why I don't get to name the band, as I understand it -- I've managed to get myself into a social situation where my status as tremendous geek actually differentiates me from my peers. That hasn't happened since sophomore year at Franklin High.
Right. Anyway, a gig. We are collectively pumped. I hope I have my motherfucking voice back by then, though -- right now, when I sing? I start coughing pretty badly. Not great for showmanship.
And now, a photo of Burke:
Burke, you card!
posted by cortex at 10:05 AM
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I used to be a mathlete.
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