I'll give you a piece of a couple more songs I wrote today:

 

God-damn this ample sound
Oh man, to amble 'round
Like so is far from poise
Make no more whitish noise

 

That's half the chorus.

 

 

I wish infanticide
Was all the rage when I was born
So that I might have died
And there'd be less for me to mourn

 

That's half a verse.

 

 

That is all for now. My songs have been getting good.

All we have is a name (Pirate Metal), but I think it's a cross between:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Aaron and Brady showed up yesterday morning. I'd just printed out setlists, so we practised our set in almost its entirety, minus jams and things. We also took the time to make sure the BROWN VOLVO would hold all our equipment. Some neighbourhood kids watched us practice from the streets, and Jess showed up some of the way through. When Aaron left, Brady practiced his solo stuff and Matt painted his drumsticks. Some time in the afternoon, I dropped Jess off at the train station, went home and started to get ready. Matt and Brady wore black suits with red shirts. I wore my cargo pants, white long-sleeved shirt, the black and blue tie, my black Kustom shirt and my cream jacket. Aaron showed up with a black suit and white shirt. The other three wore hats, I opted out. So, we got some directions off mum, loaded the crap into the car and off we went.

 

It was crowded like an Indonesian "fishing" boat. We were going along the motorway, and it was fun with some great conversation. We did, however, lose our way. It was not exit 18 we were looking for! We went too far to a new exit, and ended up parking at Hungry Jack's to look up where we were. After we fucked around for a bit more looking for the motorway, we went back to where we were meant to go and wound up at Kelly's between 30-60 minutes later than we expected. We sheepishly unpacked our stuff and set it up. Kelly asked us if we wanted something to eat. We just said that we stopped at Hungry Jack's along the way.

 

Earlier in the day, we flipped a coin. Brady was up first. As he started I we could barely hear him. I tried turning his mic all the way up, and his guitar down a bit. We could sort of hear him. I found out later he ditched some of the songs from his set, as people were looking impatient. After In The Sun, Brady and I performed Pour Le Kim D'Amazing. Apparently, death metal is emo these days. Hmm.

 

After that, the band started to plug in and tune up. Then, to the delight of the drunken dude yelling "PLAY SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT! NIRVANA! WOO!" (A song which I have never heard), we started playing Burn The Witch. That went down well. Next came Apache Rose Peacock. The drums were a little out of time, but nicely recovered. During the outro for it, I messed up my back jumping around the stage. (Also, the stage was very big. Thank you, Kel). After this, we played Supermassive Black Hole for our ever-thinning audience. After that came the re-tune break while Matt and I did Tiny Dancer (and after that I played the small break from Pretty Little Ditty). After the show, I was told people really liked Tiny Dancer, SMBH and ARP. We went into our originals. First up was Motoring Along. That went alright. After that, one of the drunk guys asked us what our name was. Brady told him and was all like "The name sucks, but the band is not bad.". I retorted, saying that the name was drunkard-proof. Then the other dude changed his mind, saying that the name rocked. Then we did Anti-American Racist Choir, which opens with a bar or two from The Star Spangled Banner. From there, these two drunk dudes were out of it. One started mooning Brady, and Brady gave him a bass supository. He ran off. Then, the strangest thing.... The other mooned Brady. What the fuck did he expect? Bass supository #2. Then Aaron stopped playing and started yelling at these two guys. Aaron is one of those guys you'd never expect to see angry. I was shocked and saddened. Aaron was like "Fuck it, let's play Passing On and get out of here." Only two people saw us play Passing On, when you don't count the people at the main party area. We finished our last song, and started to pack it in.

 

We had to do Passing On, because we all had it in our heads all the time. I'm not sure when Kelly stopped the tape player, but she recorded the gig on it. Aaron was all pissed off, and my back totally hurt. Kelly was the only one who stayed for the whole gig (as far as I could see) and it was only her and ?Courtney? there at the end. It would seem as though she's still our biggest fan. Anyway, some of the more sober people asked us to play more and not let the behaviour of others ruin our night, but they didn't seem to understand that we'd finished our set. So we stood around for a while talking to people, and I had some cheesecake or something. Jess called me up from her party. Saying "Yes! I am a genuis! I just opened the gate!" means you ARE drunk. So eventually, we left.

 

The drive home was also good. We figured out the horn plays G#, so we went down the highway doing G# solos. Not too much else happened. We dropped Brady off, then dropped off Matt and I at home, with the equipment.

 

All-in-all, it was an alright gig. I felt sorry for Kel, who was upset that our set kinda got fucked. I thought it was alright. Eh. Next stop, Michelle's party. If anyone can remember anything I forgot that sticks in their mind, please comment.

 

Ernest Shackelton is cool because he is devoid of life AND buried in Antarctica.

 

The Titanic is cool because of the low temperatures at the bottom of the Atlantic.

 

Rommel is cool because HE KICKED ASS WITH PANZERS!

 

And Jess is cool, with no explaination required.

 

Seriously, she rocks. Don't argue. Argument is futile.

The crowd was all silent as they looked toward me. I elevated myself onto a chair and stood with a glass of some strong alcohol in one hand. Everyone else had bottles and cans of something or other. The music was had been shut off at the stereos and at the amps. A fire burned a score of yards away in a barrel. I saw the little red light of a camera recording for posterity what I was about to say. This was my 21st birthday party. I was now expected to make a speech about it. But what was I to say?

 

 

"In ancient Greece, there was a city-state called Sparta. The society was set up so as to distinguish between men, women and slaves. The slaves were responsible for building things and farming crops, the women were in charge of the home, and the men joined the army. When a boy reached seven years of age, they were sent off to a special school to start their military training. They trained for fourteen years. At the age of 21, they were inducted into the army, ready to serve Sparta's interests. I suppose that is why the age of 21 is so significant with all of us. It is where we stand up and face the world, serving our own interests and using all those years of training."

 

I looked briefy into the camera, and then back to the audience.

 

"And now that I'm 21, I am to be considered a man. Now that I'm 21, I will be expected to use my knowledge and skills to further myself. Now that I'm 21, I'm gonna fuck up those fucking Persians!"