Back when I was 19 and stupid, I had this idea in my head that I would run off to Seattle for grad school and fall into a rock band the way you fall into, I dunno, a random conversation about the origin of traffic cones. Just, I'd enroll at UW and ::bam!:: rock band.
Please note, I can't play the guitar. I cannot slap a bass. I certainly cannot keep the beat, even though I've recently started in on this thing where "someday, I'll learn how to play the drums!" No. I was going to magically dump thirty pounds, get a belly ring (because it was 1997 and belly rings) and streak my hair blonde and become a sexy lead singer of some awesome Subpop darling. Because if you're going to be 19 and stupid with an eye on moving to the Pacific Northwest and falling into a band like falling into a random conversation about the origin of traffic cones, you're going to dream big.
I'm glad that Rilo Kiley sounds like what I was certain my rock band would sound like. And also, I'm glad that someone else is doing it. Really. You didn't want me singing up there. The only songs I can pull off with my range are selected works from the Fountains of Wayne songbook. I'm especially adept at "Barbara H." but I only sing in the privacy of my car. At night. On deserted roads. On the mesa. Under my breath.
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This did have a point, but I was handed my last proof and it's after midnight and I have to be back here in eleven hours, so screw it! Another time!
Please note, I can't play the guitar. I cannot slap a bass. I certainly cannot keep the beat, even though I've recently started in on this thing where "someday, I'll learn how to play the drums!" No. I was going to magically dump thirty pounds, get a belly ring (because it was 1997 and belly rings) and streak my hair blonde and become a sexy lead singer of some awesome Subpop darling. Because if you're going to be 19 and stupid with an eye on moving to the Pacific Northwest and falling into a band like falling into a random conversation about the origin of traffic cones, you're going to dream big.
I'm glad that Rilo Kiley sounds like what I was certain my rock band would sound like. And also, I'm glad that someone else is doing it. Really. You didn't want me singing up there. The only songs I can pull off with my range are selected works from the Fountains of Wayne songbook. I'm especially adept at "Barbara H." but I only sing in the privacy of my car. At night. On deserted roads. On the mesa. Under my breath.
...
This did have a point, but I was handed my last proof and it's after midnight and I have to be back here in eleven hours, so screw it! Another time!
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Eh, you know. Lots of people want to be in bands someday. I was actually in one once in my freshman year of college. Too bad me and the guitar player were the only people of the 5 that were serious about it. We didn't really even last a year.
And now I have no real motivation to go out and find people to play with and start another one.
We could start a band!
It'd be like the Postal Service, only with half the talent (because I? am not talented).
We could call it Spam!
So we'd actually be more like The White Stripes! ;)
I think I could keep time. Sort of.
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