Poetry, Punk Rock and Flying Snare Drums

Our inaugural jam was productive, producing two songs and a solid foundation for a third. Being that the point of the band is to get really wasted and play two parts, three chord songs, it was fitting that the evening ended when I could no longer control the spinning of the room.

Saturday was a different beast all together. I woke up early, as Lawrence's free Jagermeister shots had taken me down early the night before. After a few hours of trying to straighten out and clean up my act, I decided it was time for an adventure.

After a brief stop over and visit with Dr. Dangerfield I went to St Vital (always an interesting look into the life of the so-called common man). I scored a couple of cheap poetry books from the discount bin at the Chapters. While standing in line to pay, I noticed the man behind me whistling. I asked him if it was any tune in particular and he said no. As it turns out, he is was a conductor at the U of M and a trumpet player. I managed to get him interested in recording a track with me and we exchanged numbers. The Earl of Rochester was a vulgar poet.

Saturday night was the big ticket. I played at a house party with a bunch of punk bands. Before the show, Spaceship (an aspiring noise artist) expressed interest in collaborating with me during my set. I wasn't sure what that would entail, but agreed and proceeded to drink the bottle of Jag I had bought for the occasion.

I was the third act of the night and I received absolutly no respect. The drummer of the band to follow me insisted on warming up on his drums while I was playing. After some pointed obscenities he got the hell out of the stage area. Then Spaceship spit beer all over me so I choked him against a wall while continuing to play my songs. From what I recall, that marked the official opening of our collaboration.

The situation escalated when the first of two high hats came flying at the stage. Spaceship followed them, smashing them on the ground when he thought it best suited the song. After a brief retreat he returned with a fresh drink and a snare drum that was quickly thrown at my upper body. I blocked the drum and managed to fend him off by throwing the high hats low and hard at his shins. A couple of bystanders were hit in the fallout, but no major harm was done. The set ended 3 songs early when Spaceship pulled the plug and tried to start a fight with me. We settled it with friendly fists in the living room. An interesting collaboration indeed.


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