….. You know what I need?
A mic stand.
I have often thought of these as just usually being in the way of throwing down at a gig but after my most recent idea…..I must have one.
Of course this particular mic stand, if I am to use it. Must be my microphone buried in cleavage!
Consider this! Breasts can double as shelving, beer holders, incapacitators of the male species…..wait.
Damn. There goes that attempt at breasts whilst working. ¬.¬
… is where I leave you for some song writing but before I depart Tumblr land, I’d like to talk some shit. Like people do…
So I had a gig last night and was taken aside by a fellow musician after the set. He continued to enlighten me on what his band were doing and generally rambling on and I couldn’t grasp where the conversation was headed because I didn’t ask what his band were doing. Usually if I don’t know someone well enough to initiate conversation it probably means I either have nothing to say to you, don’t think you’re intellectually worth the time of day or I am attracted to you so much that your presence is intimidating.
With this in mind he eventually plucked up the courage and asked “how do you get such good clean vocals man?”.
D=
GENUINELY stood there in pure shock, for what must have been 10 seconds at least. He carried on to say that “you don’t usually hear such good clean vocals accompanying metal screams.”
I literally could do nothing but say “Thank you…… umm….immitation and practice of vocal techniques. Just work at it.” He shook my hand with a smile on his face and looked like he sincerely appreciated my response. Walked away and shouted back to me “be playing with you guys again soon! MUST BE DONE!”
Never before did I feel like a vocal bad ass. Maybe never again but……YYYEAAAHHH BBBOIIII!!!
*INSERT AWESOME TUMBLR GIF HERE EXPRESSING MY BAD ASSERY*
If one more person bumps into me today I’m gonna lay waste Dr. Cox style. “Which leaves me less able to suffer fools, which leads me to you, the fool. So, go now. I’m done suffering you.”
Wow, you must think I’m new to the internet. Try harder next time. Your efforts disappoint me.
…. to love something that Death can touch.
