- Weekend At Vernies - Campus Band Competition - Weekend at Vernies II - 78's Instore - |
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Fun, frivolity, and faking playing. This is what our debut year consisted of. |
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| Weekend At Vernies |
Even a Soundgarden/Presidents of the USA double bill couldn't reach the levels of crap to which this gig ascended(descended?) -
and it couldn't have been more inherently charming. Brett told a friend (called Vernon, hence the clever title) of the band's that we'd play at his housewarming with three days notice. We had no songs at that point and so relied on doing covers while drunk. We sucked completely. One person very close to the band had left the living room, while another was yelling "Get off" in disgust. Paul (who has been known to run aroud KMart with womens underwear on his head) discoverd that he couldn't sing to people. After five songs we had almost cleared an entire living room of people, and got kicked off. Later on we came back for a self imposed encore, during which Paul quit the band, and started calling Brett and Jim "McCarthyist Whores". By this point absolutley no-one was paying attention, so we just started making squeally noises and shouting. Damn it, we're one class act. Stuff we Butchered:-
Straight Girl - Skinned Teen |
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| Campus Band Competiton |
Yet another disaster. We entered into a national band comp to get enough motivation to
write songs, and have a proper gig with a PA and stuff. By this time the band had a
percussionist called Tara, who ended up getting the flu a couple of days beforehand and
hence didn't turn up. Instead, a complete stranger ended up playing tamborine. Jim got
nervous and often forgot his lyrics. Bretts mike wasn't turned up properly, so he was
inaudable too. We rushed thru the songs, and at the end had enough time to do our lame
ass stuff. Paul quit the band again to avoid playing this (not that a lot of his
basslines consisted of convincing miming anyhoo). People seemed to like us tho, which
was weird. The winners of the competition were completely shit too, with worse songs - but they knew how to play their instruments which probably explains why we were beaten. Wankers. Afternote: Said wankers = Red Jezebel |
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| Weekend At Vernies II |
Ol' Vern was getting evicted because one of complaints about his flatmate drumming during
the day, so he decided to have a Make-a-shitload-o'-noise party on a worknight in protest.
This didn't really eventuate into a gig, as no-one was really paying attention to us, and
we were just doing a half-assed run thru our songs without vocals. Someone who had never drummed before was just bashin' away on drums, which was kinda cool. Later on the friendly neighbourhood constabulary turned up, and acted like arrogant wankers. Jim told them "Well fuck you ya stupid pigs. Yeah, anarchy, smash the state." to put them in their place, but he was mumbling and in a different room. Oh well. |
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| 78's Instore | In exchange for ripping our name of completely, a nifty band called Plutonic Girl offered us a gig with them at a local record store. Lily, their drummer, offered to drum for us - continuing the tradition of roping in percussion type people who have never heard the band before. Basically, we fucked up every song, excpet the newest one which we'd played about three times before. Neither Brett nor Jim had the guts to sing near the microphones. Paul had his basslines all written down on a piece of paper, so he woudn't forget them and have to resort to miming. However, the only people who were watching knew the band, so it didn't matter anyway. Incompetency is fun. |
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