Saturday, June 29, 2013

Fuck Yeah/Fuck No

So I'm a fan of profanity and I just gotta say,

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!

So I finally booked a goddamn show. This is the first time I've ever booked a show at a legitimate venue and I gotta say, I'm feelin' like I got a big cock. Now It's not like we're playing Carnegie Hall or anything but it's a place that people call a venue. Not a bar, not a restaurant, a real fucking venue.

Local 506 is the location of Stammerings debut into the world. I'm happy to be sharing the stage with a good friend Emily Pate and her band Ember's End.

Load in- 7:30
Doors- 8:30
Ember's End- 9:00
Stammerings- 10:00

Our first show is going to be a full hour set and I'm exciting/scared/nervous/shittingmypants/bigcock/happy all at the same time.

Saturday January 7th, 2012 was the last time I played with a band using my material. Returning to the rock scene will be such a trip. My band is awesome, they've turned my chords and melodies into something great, and we are ready for Tuesday July 9th, 2013.

That was some of the good shit going on. Now for the Fuck No.

There's two sides to every coin and being in a band is no different. June 24th, a Monday; Darious and Warren are booked for an early morning show at a coffee house. 7-fucking-am till 9am. I don't know why I wanted to do this but I fucking did. It was fun but what would've made it better is if my fucking drummer had made it out. Motherfucker was sleeping and I can't say I blame him to be honest. No big deal, it wasn't paying and honestly, drums at 7am might not have been the best thing.

The 25th
The next day we have rehearsal at 7:30 and then our first video/live audio shooting at a real studio with a fully functional stage and live sound starting at 10:00. It was dope as hell. Unfortunately, I was fucking up beyond belief. Forgetting lyrics, fucking up chord progressions, and getting shitty sound were just a few of my countless mistakes. I was very proud of my band however. They killed it and made me want to keep going (awwwwwww). At 11:45 and after singing for about 3 hours, my vocal cords just quit on me. I just couldn't even hold a note. Dillon, who when getting this band started was the challenging part of the process, kept pushing me and putting that fire under my ass to keep going. Our...producer...engineer...friend who works at the place, "B Rich" hooked us up with the next night and I felt a lot better about packing up and coming back with a fresh start. Me and Dillon hang out till about 3:30am that night at a Waffle House in Cary across from the Cook Out and when I get home I just want to keep practicing.

The 26th
The day that Theodore Roosevelt's wife died he wrote a large black "X" in his dairy. Now it would be a little dramatic if said that is how I felt but honestly I felt crushed. I get a text from Darious saying he can't make the recording session or the night gig at the coffee shop the next night. I call him back and tell to get his shit together and call me back. I don't hear from him until I text him back around 9pm and he says he still can't make anything. Later on we talk about the shit that went down and he actually said some things that made me think and showed me his good character and commend him for being a loyal dude. However, I still believe that you can't leave your dudes out to dry and a band has to become something that you at least think about when planning your week. Either way, I think we're cool now and I'm still happy to be playing with him.

The 27th
The day of the gig at Sip, the coffee house in Holly Springs that lets us make noise. I get a drummer to sign on to a gig with no pay for an undetermined amount of time and I already had a guitarist signed on but the shit wasn't over yet. I end up being 45 minutes late for a mixing session for the live recording we did earlier in the week because I was power washing (what in the fuck?!) and also miss the only rehearsal that me and band were going to have before the show because of how fucked my schedule got. Starting at 5, it took about an hour to get levels right and get used to playing with each other. Oh yeah, the guitarist had never played with the drummer, and I had never played with the guitarist. Me and John (the drummer)  have played together before but not in a very long time, long enough that when we were trying to remember when the last time we even jammed together we just looked blankly at each other. From 6pm to 9pm we rocked that place. We found our groove and we killing these tunes and people were really digging us. We almost couldn't take a break because people would be asking us to get back and play. While preforming, we had people dancing, taking video or pictures (idk which), clapping along, and best of all the people listening seemed to really love the live music and I felt like I was starting to be part of something bigger than myself.

The 28th
By Friday, I got a break from the craziness. I chilled with one of my old friends, jammed around, and listened to some Jazz. Four MFs Playin' Tunes is one of my favorite albums right now. Went over the fiancé's house for some home made chicken pot pie, another all time favorite of mine, and then back to my dude Chris' house for some brews and "Donuts". Harpoon IPA for me and Lonerider Shotgun Betty for him.

Good fucking times.

So the business side of the music is far from prefect and honestly I do hate it but it's something every musician has to do and I have to play catch up. I know it's a little crazy but I feel like I am on limited amount of time but fuck dude, I'm only 22.

So what's going on with this up coming week...well we're having practice again this week and then going to the studio on Wednesday only. Lesson learned with that shit and will not be soon forgotten. We got asked back to Sip so I gotta figure what I'm doing this week for that shit. Hopefully gonna get another show in the works while working on what's going to really happen for the one we got coming up.

Fuck dude, I don't know how people can be happy not moving.

Stammerings
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