I dont know why I'm starting another of these things. I thought I had all I have to say said. Least, that's what I said.
I'm swamped with thoughts I cant put to vocals, or dont feel comfortable vocalising. Too much. Maybe writing is the help? It was. It's also here to help you understand what I'm thinking, what's going on, and the things I can't seem to talk about. It's a supplement, not a product.
Driving home from work this morning with Calvin, had some soundtrack playing-BLARING. Decent, standard fare late 90's alt/rock. Then suddenly, a frantic guitar plucking and I knew it-I didn't even have to hear past the first 2 notes-it was Janus Stark. Why are they on here? CRANK IT. It brings me back to that night in 1998, what a great show-Econoline Crush, The Flys, Janus Stark, and someone else that I cant remember. Been to so many shows I cant remember everyone I've seen and how many times. Sad. Janus Stark....3rd up, I initially didn't think I'd want to see some English funkpunk band. I was wrong....they started and it was intense, as the audience (who apparently felt the same way) was blown away. Tater and I-among others-were up front, dead center. It was the Pensacola Fair Grounds main stage, curved like a proper theatre with portable staging to hold an audience of thousands. Things continued, they slammed out song after song faster, harder, LOUDER than any other band there (reportedly, our noise-which I'll get to later-was shaking windows miles away)...I accidentally smashed in one of the bleachers, and Tater screamed in excitement.......except that it wasn't, it was Gizz:the lead singer/guitarist. THEN Tater broke something, then Gizz, and he egged us on and it built....soon, the chaos was spreading as we thrashed the place to Gizz's excited tauntings. The song playing-the song that played in Calvin's truck so loudly that it enveloped me in memory and almost impared my driving-was "Every Little Thing Counts"...I remember it so clearly and vividly, the awesome display:as the solo built to it's crescendo, Gizz and the boys yelled out the melodic "Woa-ah-oh yea, woh yea!" and their voices weren't alone. EVERYONE screamed along, but strangely almost in tune, like the sound of an ocean imitating a man. Gizz stumbled back and called off the band, who'd started to continue. "Woah. What the fuck was that? We gotta do that again!" So we did, thousands of us at the top of our lungs! "Woa-ah-oh, yea, woh yea!" and again-then blasted back into music. Find the song, download it, hear it, SOMETHING so you at least know the melody I'm talking about. Janus Stark played a few more songs-including "Panic Attack", at "doublied speed!" and was cheered off stage.
We did something like 20 odd thousand dollars worth of damage? Wrecked a number of bleachers, tore down a speaker tower, etc.....rock bands were BANNED from the Fair Grounds the next day. Still hasn't been a rock band at the fair since.
I walked around to backstage (somehow unstopped) and the band was coming out to the sidestage, where fans gathered. I followed, chatting with the band (who were joined sidestage by several members of Econoline Crush) and playing with their equipment as frantic girls and envious boys got autographs. "Is that all of you, is there anyone else in the band?" slurs a giddy, intoxicated college girl, with the band members' signatures on her flesh-obviously she wasnt paying attention to the show or music, she just knows they're famous musicians. "Uh, yea, he is!" and I'm pointed out. She wants an autograph, and everyone is amused. Who's the joke on? I tell her to pull down her pants and stick out her ass-which, to my amazement, she does. The tasting of rock power. Slap a hand and TRACE it, then sign it....if she went through with her plans to tattoo in all of our signatures, SOMEWHERE in Pensacola my hand and name are on a hot sorority ass. Hilarious.
Next band up is The Flys (their one hit wonder being "Got You Right Where I Want You")...I had no real interest, I KNEW they sucked and the bands had dissapated from sidestage....so Tater and I grabbed a seat, hoping to eyeball some young ladies we'd run into earlier. After a few minutes, a voice comes from behind me with a thick, familiar British accent:"Hey, mate, is this seat taken? You mind if I sit here?" Wow. Gizz. COOL. Hell no I dont mind! We sit, laugh and throw beer bottles at The Flys when they take stage.
What a night....
I hear it echoing in my head, the audience...."Woa-ah-oh yea...." Magical. It was like becoming music and passing through someone's soul.
I should be a part of music. It's too much a part of me.
-Kevin
I'm swamped with thoughts I cant put to vocals, or dont feel comfortable vocalising. Too much. Maybe writing is the help? It was. It's also here to help you understand what I'm thinking, what's going on, and the things I can't seem to talk about. It's a supplement, not a product.
Driving home from work this morning with Calvin, had some soundtrack playing-BLARING. Decent, standard fare late 90's alt/rock. Then suddenly, a frantic guitar plucking and I knew it-I didn't even have to hear past the first 2 notes-it was Janus Stark. Why are they on here? CRANK IT. It brings me back to that night in 1998, what a great show-Econoline Crush, The Flys, Janus Stark, and someone else that I cant remember. Been to so many shows I cant remember everyone I've seen and how many times. Sad. Janus Stark....3rd up, I initially didn't think I'd want to see some English funkpunk band. I was wrong....they started and it was intense, as the audience (who apparently felt the same way) was blown away. Tater and I-among others-were up front, dead center. It was the Pensacola Fair Grounds main stage, curved like a proper theatre with portable staging to hold an audience of thousands. Things continued, they slammed out song after song faster, harder, LOUDER than any other band there (reportedly, our noise-which I'll get to later-was shaking windows miles away)...I accidentally smashed in one of the bleachers, and Tater screamed in excitement.......except that it wasn't, it was Gizz:the lead singer/guitarist. THEN Tater broke something, then Gizz, and he egged us on and it built....soon, the chaos was spreading as we thrashed the place to Gizz's excited tauntings. The song playing-the song that played in Calvin's truck so loudly that it enveloped me in memory and almost impared my driving-was "Every Little Thing Counts"...I remember it so clearly and vividly, the awesome display:as the solo built to it's crescendo, Gizz and the boys yelled out the melodic "Woa-ah-oh yea, woh yea!" and their voices weren't alone. EVERYONE screamed along, but strangely almost in tune, like the sound of an ocean imitating a man. Gizz stumbled back and called off the band, who'd started to continue. "Woah. What the fuck was that? We gotta do that again!" So we did, thousands of us at the top of our lungs! "Woa-ah-oh, yea, woh yea!" and again-then blasted back into music. Find the song, download it, hear it, SOMETHING so you at least know the melody I'm talking about. Janus Stark played a few more songs-including "Panic Attack", at "doublied speed!" and was cheered off stage.
We did something like 20 odd thousand dollars worth of damage? Wrecked a number of bleachers, tore down a speaker tower, etc.....rock bands were BANNED from the Fair Grounds the next day. Still hasn't been a rock band at the fair since.
I walked around to backstage (somehow unstopped) and the band was coming out to the sidestage, where fans gathered. I followed, chatting with the band (who were joined sidestage by several members of Econoline Crush) and playing with their equipment as frantic girls and envious boys got autographs. "Is that all of you, is there anyone else in the band?" slurs a giddy, intoxicated college girl, with the band members' signatures on her flesh-obviously she wasnt paying attention to the show or music, she just knows they're famous musicians. "Uh, yea, he is!" and I'm pointed out. She wants an autograph, and everyone is amused. Who's the joke on? I tell her to pull down her pants and stick out her ass-which, to my amazement, she does. The tasting of rock power. Slap a hand and TRACE it, then sign it....if she went through with her plans to tattoo in all of our signatures, SOMEWHERE in Pensacola my hand and name are on a hot sorority ass. Hilarious.
Next band up is The Flys (their one hit wonder being "Got You Right Where I Want You")...I had no real interest, I KNEW they sucked and the bands had dissapated from sidestage....so Tater and I grabbed a seat, hoping to eyeball some young ladies we'd run into earlier. After a few minutes, a voice comes from behind me with a thick, familiar British accent:"Hey, mate, is this seat taken? You mind if I sit here?" Wow. Gizz. COOL. Hell no I dont mind! We sit, laugh and throw beer bottles at The Flys when they take stage.
What a night....
I hear it echoing in my head, the audience...."Woa-ah-oh yea...." Magical. It was like becoming music and passing through someone's soul.
I should be a part of music. It's too much a part of me.
-Kevin
Kung Pow was such a stupid movie. I think I've seen it five times
Great Journal! It was as though I was there! Very cool.
[Edited on Feb 24, 2004 11:47AM]