When a Split means Together

I just need to quickly document the show the other night in case something happens later and my weird feelings are confirmed.  Thai’s band played with this other band who have way too much attitude for their actual quality level.  The two bands are releasing a split together though so whatever.  i’ll put up with them on those grounds and on the grounds that that ditch pig, Grungetta who used to date Panda and led Scooter around like a sucker was in the band and then they decided she wasnt that important and hoofed her out.  Fair enough.  Shes not that important.  We have common ground there. 

Anyways I was broke so I didnt get to drink so my judgements were not clouded.  The guys had gone up early to have dinner at the other bands house and when we were talking to the front woman she asked lambchops if she was Elmo’s girlfriend.  "Yeah and this is Thai’s girlfriend".  To which she replied "oh.  Thats nice".  And it sounded just like how youre picturing it in your head right now.  Like she stepped in something.  And then she said "oh you could have come up earlier"  I suppose she meant for dinner.  Then it made sense to me.  Originally I had found it sort of endearing but odd and pictured all these weird indie guys going out to dinner together to discuss the 7inch split.  No nononoonono.  Thats silly.  It was a couple of big city indie tarts in a band that think just because they add some off beat instruments and really bad hair cuts straight out of someones grade 2 class picture it makes them edgey.  And they didnt go out, they cooked in.  Im not paranoid and jealous.  I know what Id do if I snagged a cute indie band to record with.  Id have them to my house, make them dinner, and get them drunk and offer them a place to crash too.  I just dont see why its my boyfriend she needs to be after.  Theres other guys in the band.  Other guys who are less devoted tot he women theyre currently fucking.  Get yourself one of them.    Can I recommend something in a lead guitar?  And christ.  The only other thing she said all night was somethign about some "night" she used to host.  So I dont know why she didnt get along with grungetta…theyre the same person.  So no Im not worried about her because Thai doesnt dig lame name dropping, self important, indie fucks.  Its not his bag.   He obviously likes completely insane, slutty library technicians.  😀  "brunettes" as he puts it.

So they played.  First they threw a diva fit for an hour and half because they started playing and the sound was bad (this is the venue where she hosts her night so why the hell didnt she know the sound was bad?) and then they played.  I managed to stay awake.  Some of the songs were ok.  I dont know, the sound really was bad and once someone has acted like a fuckstick around me its really hard to let go.  The guys played.  Their trumpet guy wasnt available so they sounded weird…and well the sound was truly bad.  Too gainy, too little bass (and im not jsut saying that because Im tapping the bass player)…and uhhh not enough TRUMPET.  But whatever I danced and had fun.

During the last band of the night I was cuddled up to Thai on a couch and falling asleep from lack of interest.  It was probably just the sound though and Im seeing that band again next month at another venue….where the sound guy when he is sober is good.  Where there is a sound guy, for that matter.  WHy ahve bands without a sound guy.  Ive had words with sound guys before.  Ive dated far too many musicians to fear the sound guy.  I know my sound guy words.  I dont mind going over and talking levels with some mullet wearing, fanny pack having mother fucker.  It helps that I look like an anime character.  Its hard to get pissy at someone with squid sized eyeballs who sounds like she knows what shes talking about.  Its that age old techie thing I learned from dating a techie.  Girls who know handy things are sexy.  So every once and a while I just have to purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr "they like it sludgier than this, lovey".  Dont we all.  But yeah no sound guy to tempt into perfecting his fucking craft.  So I sat down and flashed Scooter some random looks of panic.  When you know someone that well you can have a conversation about how shitty the sound set up is with just your eye balls.  Then I nearly fell asleep on Thai.  The band bitches I discussed earlier woke me up to give me a rose they found on the floor.  Id seen a girl with a dozen roses earlier.  I gave them some stickers out of my purse in a return kind gesture.  Even though I had to fake it.  I dont want a damned dirty floor flower.  Let me sleep on my boyfriend.  Some drunk guy ripped its head off on the way to Pita Pit later.  And that was my evening.  None of my little muppets fell asleep in the domain of the dirty indie girls because Thai was driving.  And Thai wanted to go home and hold me, wake up and spend the whole day fucking me.  And thats exactly what he got.

But this band isnt going away.  A split will mean lots of dates with them.  Tour dates that is.  Blah.  So we shall see.  How we can mutually hate someone and yet not seem to click I do not know.  Its just not science.  Fuck I just cant wait until they come here and stay at Thai’s.  That’ll be the joy of my existence.  I like hosting but flashback to hosting and having grungetta there "oh sorry Ive shaken to many hands tonight".  If one of them busts out that little chestnut I reserve the right to passive aggressively vomit in her purse.