School Daze

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Hey everyone. This is just sort of a groovy little mundane pointless thingy I felt like sharing. The thread has its title because it feels like a very High School experience.

It’s the last week of school, finals begin tomorrow, the seniors are long gone. One such senior let it be known that he and some friends would be playing some music this evening at school, and because he’s a badass guitar player, a fair number of people stuck around.

We had a few hours to study, and a couple of us went on a run to Taco Cabana, got enough food for like 12 people to munch on while studying. Eventually it was mini-concert time. This is where this story becomes a story… sort of.

People were sitting out on the grass as the band set up. I and my new distraction of the feminine kind (I’ve been dying to post about her, but I didn’t want to come across as a half assed Skewbald making a bid for adoration on the boards- she’s awesome, we’re dating, 'nuff said) set out to find something to sit on. We found an old couch behind the art department (really!) and lugged it out to where the guitar-god senior and his band were playing. A bunch of people loaded on to and around it with us, and the show started. The first half was awesome, with a great keyboard and bass player backing him up along with a competent drummer. My girl and I were chilling out on the green on a couch listening to good music and having a good time.

Then came the second half, featuring no keyboards, an weak bass player with a badly detuned bass, a much less competent drummer and a singer bad enough to make you cringe with every word. This is where I actually start liking the story better.

Pressed in tight on an overloaded couch, arms around a girl I adore, enjoying the late afternoon sun and the beginning of that whole summer feeling, watching the grass move to the wind and listening to Pearl Jam covers that were an absolute assault on the senses. It seemed like such a cool high school moment- no worries, summer groove, lovely lady, buddies all around, terrible high school band playing, everyone feeling good.

Just thought I’d share :slight_smile:

LC

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You’d almost make me miss high school, if I’d ever had any moments anything like that in high school… almost.

Bad music, like anything bad, has a power to draw people together that no good thing that is sub-perfect has. One good guy on a guitar in front of a crowd, and maybe half of them really get into it. One really bad guy on a guitar in front of a crowd, and only his mother doesn’t share in the derision.

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Just curious where your from, I’d be willinf to bet from Texas. Lemme know if my prognostication is right willya.

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Right you are, Sinyster. Not only Texas, but Austin, where large groups of people listening to bad music is a decades-old tradition. :slight_smile: What tipped you off, if I may ask?

Another funny thing about that story is that the guitarist stayed the same, so he was still rocking out while the poorly-tuned bass player and sorry excuse for a drummer were falling entirely out of sync with one another and the “singer” was wailing away at Pearl Jam tunes.

LC

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Taco Cabana is what tipped me off–don’t know about Sinyster.

And if it means anything to you, I thought your story was every bit as groovy as Skewbald’s. I’m a firm believer that life is in the moments, and yours sounded almost perfect (woulda been better with Margaritas, IMO :smiley: )

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When I was in high school, most guitar players used either The Heavy Metal Distortion Petal[sub]tm[/sub] or feedback to mask the fact that they really didn’t know how to play.

Of course, they would never have been allowed to just set up and play on the school grounds.

and auntie em aren’t margaritas more of a college phenomenom, or was I just a nerd?

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Well, they’re certainly more legal in a college setting…

But actually, I was speaking from my POV as a 32-year-old. :smiley:

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Sounds cool. I remember doing stuff like that. We used to have block parties. We’d block off 3-4 blocks of Vattier and Kearney right across from Aggieville (party central of my home town, nothing but 3 square blocks of bars) and across from K-State campus too so you know there were tons of fine lookin’ men all over the place. The band(s) would set up and we’d sit on a porch and just chill. Nothing was better than good friends, good beer, and semi-good music.

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Aye, Taco Cabana tipped me off as well. Man I would kill for one here but sadly all we have is Taco Bell.

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Sinyster1- Taco Bell? Ugh. There’s a “baby-bird-that’s-been-handled-by-humans” factor here. Once you’ve touched a Taco Bell product, Taco Cabana may never let you back in to the nest :)/

auntie em- Thanks for the compliment, but when I mentioned skewbald I was referring to my decision not to post about the girl I found myself crazy for and then found myself dating, I don’t think I could match his. In any case it’s been done before, recently, and very well. I doubt my stories would have been particularly well-recieved given those facts. Don’t worry, I’m getting enough enjoyment out of living them to make up for the whole board not hearing em :wink:

LC