Well, actually this was a birthday party in someone's barn, not a full fledged gig. AWhich kind of sucked because it was cold as hell and has been raining on and off all weekend.

Other then that, it was a real good gig. Seems all five members of the band has bought something to enhance there PA system. They seem to be on a band quest kick, finding something new for the whole band to try and do.

Seems Spanky bought something (I'd tell you what, but I don't even know what it is even after he told me about it) that clears up the music, takes away the static, and doubles the basic sound of the PA.

Very noticecable difference in the sound levels and quality, a well worth purchase.

This gig didn't actually pay money, since the opted instead of money, they got the guy who was throwing the bash to make them a banner. Seems he works at a local screen printing store, so this was an easy task for him.

The banner looks good, simple but good. Says the band's name in clear, bold text, with flames running underneath it. A subtle bit of coolness just added to the band.

Now, here comes the part I'm glad no one from the band actually reads this diary. It seems one of the band members, the Jerry Garcia look-a-like, didn't have a good set up and practice before the gig. I'm guessing this because he managed to purposely trash his one and only guitar.

I'm not totally sure why he did this, and judging by the people who where there, even they are not sure why he did it. While he was tuning his guitar, it seems it kept cutting out all the time for reason's no one knows. And at the same time, the third guitarist was trying to tune his guitar, drowning out Jerry Garcia look-a-like's guitar. Well, aparently he took off his guitar and flung it across the barn, landing some where near the front doors. Then, he walks over to the guitar, picks it up by the neck, then slams it full force into the wall, then lets it drop on the ground face down.

Now here comes the great injustice of this moment. It turns out his guitar was a first year Paul Reid Smith guitar.

Don't look at me with that quizical look, it means nothing to me either.

Now what this turns out to me is that this guitar was one of only five hundred made. A very impossible guitar to find, and a very unique guitar.

And for reason's beyond sensible judgement, he thrashes the guitar in a fit of rage. Which is so not like him because he is a mostly a very even tempered guy. It just turns out at moments, he has a very short fuse.

No one in the band said a single thing after that. Spanky and the drummer, who looks amazingly a lot like the lead singer of Nickle Back with short hair (yeah, I know, band has a LOT of look alikes), just stood there with gaping maws in complete suprise.

Though, later on the lead guitarist and vocalist couldn't resist stopping the begining of a song and asking the crowd, "anyone want to ask what happened to *Jerry Garcia look-a-like* other guitar?"

Which garnished some good chuckles from some, and confused looks by those who have not heard the story of, "when Jerry Garcia look-a-likes attack!"

Actually, now that I think about it, I know a lot of musician's who look a lot like other muscians.

The Jerry Garcia look-a-like rythme guitarist, vocals, and harmonica.

Drummer/vocalist who looks like lead singer of Nickle Back.

Spanky who looks amazingly a lot like a young Ted Nugent, long hair and all.

A singer who looks a lot like the guitarist from Sugar Ray.

A former thrash/speed metal guitarist that looks like a cross between Ted Nugent and James Hetfield.

Just a odd coincidence that so many of them look like other famous muscians.

This birthday gig, the drummer got a teenage band to open up for them that he meet recently. Seems there three songs they played that night, was they very first time they ever played in front of a live audience.

Now, personally I didn't see them play, but it wasn't hard to spot which people in the small crowd where this other band. Mostly because they where the youngest *the only ones under the age of 18*, they cloistered all together wherever they were in the barn, and they had this nervious "we have never done this" vibe coming off them like stink off Gawain after a twenty four hour shift in the theater.

For the short period of time they were there, it was actually pretty amusing to watch them. First off, when I walked into the barn, the majority of them looked right at me with this wide eyed freaked out look like, "who the hell is he and is he here to hurt us?!?"

I seem to get that look a lot from people who don't know me...

*shrugs* I'm just as baffled as you all are.

It probably didn't help that I came real close to them, flipped outa cigarette and casually lit it with my zippo. Then, through the crawling cloud of smoke forming around my head, I gave them all a slow once over. Which seemed to make them a bit more nervous then before.

Ok, so I'm a bad man, but I gotta find my entertainment somewhere while waiting for the band to start up.

For the rest of the night, I noticed when ever one of them moved to another part of the barn, the other three where quick to follow him. And it wasn't as if it was only one of them "leading" it seemed when anyone of them walked somewhere, the remaing three tagged along. It was almost like the shared one brain, that or one set of highly wound nerves. Each one of them with a look on there face as if they where in some horror film, and seeing the rest of the survivors move on and them looking at the others like, "wait! Don't leave me behind! You may never see me again if we get seperated!"

heh, it was pretty amusing to watch.

They only real problem with the gig was that they messed up notes more then any other time they played. Turns out it was so cold that the band members where having a tough time feeling there fingers, thus being able to feel the proper notes on there guitars. Hence all the screw ups. Though the gig still went pretty good. And last night they unveiled to the crowd there very first orginal song which turned out to kick some major ass.

To end this diary, I'm going to talk about something just to damn hilarious to pass up.

After the gig, Prego gave Coco and I a ride home.

Because of the apartment they live in and uable to find a proper home from them, Prego and Dragonhawke's kittens where still in the car.

After a point, me and Prego could hear Coco chuckling in the back seat, making advious baby talk to the kittens. It seems he had one kitten sitting on his chest, and the other one on his leg.

Come to find out why he is chuckling is because the kitten on his leg, with each turn, was slidding down his leg, but refused to get up and move back up his leg. So the kitten just sat/layed there slidding down his leg with this serene look on her face.

Now here is a piece of the conversation that followed that moment....

*conversation not word for word do to lack of decent short term memory and a need for comical humor...*

Coco: Heh heh, I have pussies all over me.

Prego: Well, at least you know you are getting some.

ME: Since we call cats "pussies", does that mean all male cat's are transvestites?

Prego: Uh, no.

Coco: Heh heh, one of the cats is slidding down my leg while sitting down.

Prego: Yeah, just wait for the moment she digs her claws into your leg.

Coco: Well, at least I'm wearing pants this time.

ME: AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU SICK FUCK! AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Prego: *snickering quietly as she tries and keep the car on the road*

Coco: SHUT UP!...god I hate you sometimes...

In all fairness, Coco actually meant by "well, at least I'm wearing pants this time" was that he wasn't wearing shorts this time.

Leave it to me to turn it into some sick bestiality kick.

heh

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