Tales from the Unequipped Part 1

December 3, 2009

This is just the start of a series I hope to keep going on this blog here at thatwasthenmusic.com! While I’m sure the content may evolve over time, my initial goal is just to bring you some behind the scenes tales from our gigging adventures all across this city of flippant angels.

TODAY in Part 1, I’m going to share with you this little heartwarming anecdote from our King King show last night—besides the story of how one fan, Ryan Healy, with the help of his girlfriend, Tori, helped donate two garbage bags full of toys to needy children this season. Oh also to get in for free. The cheap bastards. :P

Anyway, as I was saying… There we were in the middle of our as-yet-unreleased booty shaker, Girl You Don’t Have It. I was rocking all over the place…and I mean that quite literally. In fact, I’m sure at some point some actual rolling occurred. No pun.

Like I said, we’re jammin’ like the Marley song, coming up to the second verse where I play that funky, stuttering riff completely by myself as an interlude, when all of a sudden my volume just cuts out. It took me a couple of seconds to actually realize I was getting nothing, and then valuable more precious time to check my gear for some sort of operator error. It seemed I was getting no power, no electricity!

I couldn’t solve it in time, and OH NOOOOOO! the solo part came up and no guitar came out. This is where the behavior reminiscent of the end of It’s A Wonderful Life came in. All my band mates rushed to my aid, a cappella, mashing on invisible guitars and shouting out the absent part. It was reassuring enough to know that my ‘mates were supporting me during my time of technological crisis, but as I craned my head to look out into the crowd I saw half of the attendees rocking their mouths along as well.

I must tell you, there is no more satisfying feeling.

Eventually I got it fixed and joined in on the next chorus, but I won’t forget the way the whole room just came together and was in sync for one sweaty, glorious, and fleeting fragment of time.

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And this concludes Part one of TALES from the UNEQUIPPED!

Stay tuned for more juicy tidbits, readers! (of note: What the hell is a tid? And why has it been verbally dissected into small pieces?)

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