Quiet Is The New Loud
"I hate Mondays."- my six year old before walking into kindergarten last week.
I used to be in a rock band. a couple actually. bass player. i was o.k.
we'd play these small ny clubs in the east village like arlene's grocery
and invite our work friends out and it was a blast...we had a democratic
singing process where you get to sing the song you wrote, since I'd always
played other people's music, it was quite a challenge for me to actually
write my own. here's one i wrote-"resignation" -which i performed in front
of my work crew one night. they thought i was referring to quitting my job
and gave me quite an ovation when it was over... truthfully though, the song's
about my fear of confrontation....so when i heard the ovation, i freaked out
and ran out of the club crying like Prince did at the end of Purple Rain....
o.k. i made that last part up.
ribbit!
FrogDaddy
posted by Glenn Byrne @ 11:24 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
great story.
I can relate to fear of confrontation. The only people I confront are the ones most dear to me. Go figure!
Rebecca
Why didn't we play while you were here? We could have plugged in bass, guitar, AND a mic to my amp. That would have been fun.
Also, Jake got a bass for his birthday from Bio-Dad. We got him an amp. A little Pig Nose 20 Watt. And I gave him my olde Yamaha electric. We'll see if he catches on.
So now he's gonna be a bass player. And you guys had the little "variations on a theme" drawing contest. Ad come to think of it, he hates confrontation too. Is he going to grow up to be more like Glenn than either of his Dads?
Note to Glenn's friends: I think the best evidence of Glenn's self esteem issues is that loooking at the crude rendering that my then 12 year old son Jake drew next to the variation that Glenn drew.
Glenn preferred Jake's.
rebecca you aint scared a nobody!
not nutin'! not nohow!!i wish i had
your moxie!
eric we got our jam on briefly out
there...we needed a masher on the drums
to be a true power trio...start Jake with
the basics...Early Police basslines are
fairly easy and fundamentally sound...
i'm so stoked that he's picking it up!
i think i showed him "Blister in the Sun"
while i was there as well...the dogs must
love the bottom rump vibrato!
sweet!
FDiddy
Dude, speaking as someone who considers you a good friend and played with you a couple of times in the studio, I'd have to say that that story sucked like a vacuum cleaner...man, you're getting sapp--no, wait, not sappy, faggy in your old age!!! Geez!!!! Fear of confrontation, my ass!!! What about that time you confronted Jason and let him have it for getting rid of Mikey Z for no apparent reason!!! Or the time we were in the wilds of the Amazon swamps on our annual Florida trip and an alligator sidled up to me and started chomping on my leg...you took your giant shoe off and started clobbering him in the head relentlessly and then cursed at him and chuckled with glee as you threw both shoes into his wide gaping mouth, choking him in the process with your foul athlete's foot!!! Man, I cried for hours, remember that? And you had to walk barefoot all the way back to the hotel room. Or...the time when we were in the village and a bunch of guys spilling over from the Gay Pride parade onto Christopher Street, drunk out of their minds, decided to play patty cakes with your buttocks?!?! Man, you whirled around slamming your SpongeBob backpack square into one of their faces, cutting him in the process. Shit, you almost hit me, for cripes' sake!!! "You broke my nose, you fucker!!!" is all he kept yelling at the top of his lungs while rocking back and forth on the ground, blood trickling between his fingers. Man, I was so proud of you, I told them, "he's my lover, ok? MY lover...now, please, just leave us alone." And they did. **sigh**
Those were the good old days, Glenny...yup...
Hey, btw, when are we gonna go jam again? I'm jonesin' to play some good ole Superdrag. Aren't you?
Stay strong, Glennito! And stop confronting people...it's beginning to scare me, dude. Later...
Jesse
Yeah, and what about Rainbow Brite? But I guess that was special circumstances. She was a typical lefty Berkely Street Urchin, but she picked the wrong guy's Shelly-Belly to harass about shopping at The Gap. What did she call Shelly? A sheep or something?
You got all up in her face and I spent the rest of the afternoon saying, "Glenn, she's back there, we're here, let it go," every time you mutterred, "Fucking Rainbow Brite!" under your breath.
And I know it is weird that you mutterred under your breath with an exclamation point, but somehow you managed it.
Jesse you sank my battleship!
Please let's keep the hate crimes to a minimum....
Eric-Holy SHit Rainbow Brite! I think that was the first
time I ever used the word "Bee-Yotch!" on the
Wesy Coast! it sounded so organic out there!
Ribbit!
F-Diddy
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