The Banana Gangbang Rock Festival Aftermath - A night of Fail
The evening of The Banana Gangbang Rock festival found me, my incredibly high blood pressure, and nine other people crammed inside an SUV negotiating rush hour traffic along EDSA.
Last week was, arguably, the most stressful week I’ve ever had in my life and Saturday, capping it off, was nothing short of a disaster: I was tired, hungover like a bitch and was probably on the verge of suffering a mild stroke.
As I painstakingly traversed EDSA to get to Greenhills, it became apparent to me that If I am to get through the next couple of weeks with stress from work, home and a bunch of other sources buttfucking me from all sides, I would probably need to start doing Shabu or some other amphetamine derivative to give me energy boosts because, seriously, this shit is just impossible.
(But wait, now that I think about it, I don’t really want to get started with drugs again for a variety of reasons. Primarily because a drug habit is expensive and I am terrible with money–A couple of days ago, I came this close to buying an 80 thousand peso laptop before I realized that hey, wait a second, I have no fucking money. And if I carded the damn thing, HSBC Collection Commandos are going to make sure that I won’t see my family alive again.
The Banana Gangbang Rock Festival: Coming in your pussy ears
Okay, so I have been playing gigs with my current band for over seven years now and, over that span of time, we’ve amassed a collective experience that runs the gamut of playing for audiences that consist of rich, giddy and rebellious college chicks willing to suck quasi-rockstar dick just to “stick it” to daddy because he won’t buy her the new car she wants to drunk, barriotic baby boomers yelling expletives at us, demanding that we play something from the Scorpions in provincial Fiestas.
But you know what is a first for me? Playing live in front of people who actually know me–playing live in front of people who know me as a Rising Internet Star. Who likes to fuck himself up.
Garageband Thursday: Anyone Else But You (Juno Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
In this episode of Garageband Thursday, I decided to do this catchy anti-folk number by the Moldy Peaches off the Juno Original Motion Picture Soundtrack.
I think this was the song that was playing when Ellen Page was giving birth and was the song Ellen Page and Michael Cera sang on that scene at the end of the movie after they like gave away their baby to Jennifer Garner or something.
Also, I think giving up babies for adoption is the most awesome thing in the world. I have nothing else.
GarageBand Wednesday: Mr. Brightside / Seek and Destroy
Here’s a video from my band’s gig at Freedom Bar.
Seek and Destroy (Metallica Cover)
And here’s a video from my company’s Christmas party where we played a song from a band I really don’t get.
Enjoy. Oh and Merry Christmas. Or something.
Muzak. Nostalgia. Sucktitude.
I’ve been in the band scene for as long as I can remember. Sure I was never serious about it because admittedly, I am not very good at what I do. I remember getting myself my first guitar, a fake Fender Stratocaster, when I was twelve and quickly learned how to play it.
In High School, I played a couple of gigs, mostly for school events like foundation days (and that stupid graduation ball where the Dean of Discipline accused me and my friends of “contaminating” the food with our saliva. We almost didn’t graduate, that asshole).
But my musical career, if you could call it that, peaked right before High School ended. I found out that one of my friends played wicked drums, another one of our friends learned to play the guitar(I would eventually relinquish my guitar-playing duties to him and pick up the microphone to “sing”) and we met an old college guy with weird fingers through him who played the bass.
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