||[Jul. 18th, 2010|02:47 pm]
All right, livejournal, mordicai said the game was back on so hello. I want the game to be back on, so I will tell you about my band's farewell show two nights ago. |
First of all, here is the joke I learned that night. What's the worst thing you can hear while you're giving Willie Nelson a blowjob?
"Oh, I'm not Willie Nelson."
Haha! Man. Annie, who was dressed as God and in character as God while she emceed the show, told that one. As God.
Anyway so yes okay a couple weeks ago dashingdeviant approached Sonya and I at the trans march, where we were both completely trashed, like far more than we ever really usually get, because we meant to drink a beer and listen to a record at her apartment and then head over to Dolores Park, but instead accidentally drank like six beers each and listened to every record. Then when we got there I was pretty much useless, and Gayge was like "Will you all play this benefit or what?" Sonya and I were like "WOOOOOOOO," so then about a week ago we were like "we should have a practice."
So on Tuesday we practiced together, and I appropriated equipment because all my guitars and stuff are in my brother's apartment on the east coast now. And playing all those songs was hella fun! We hadn't had a practice in forever because the band just kinda fizzled out and I got tired of commuting out to the stupid west Mission or whatever that neighborhood is for practice, plus my bike broke, and I hadn't paid rent on the studio in a couple months. Whateva. The point is, we hung out, Alicia was at work, so we totally whaled away and made up bassless arrangements just in case, and it was awesome. We were like, fuck!
So then we were gonna have another practice with Alicia, but I kept bailing or stressing out about getting moving-related stuff done at my house, so we didn't. We were like, 'well, let's just practice at soundcheck.' Then, after we scrambled to borrow a bass amp, guitar amp and a guitar, we got there barely in time to plug in our shit and make sure it wasn't too loud. Once everything was set up and I figured out that I needed to borrow a plug from Annah, we went and got a slice of pizza, then Gayge performed and it was great, and Red performed and it was great, and Annah performed and it was great- y'know, all my friends, basically. It was on the little upstairs dancefloor at Underground SF, which is funny because that's not really a concert venue, but it worked out. Annie was hilarious, taking questions for the audience about God (mostly about if god was gay or if other people were gay; God's partner is the Holy Ghost, it turns out) and telling the Willie Nelson joke.
So I was like "We've got Angela Chase cock rings, Angela Chase lube, and Angela Chase dildos at the merch table," and then we plugged our shit in and played! After two songs- So and then Shut Up- I looked at Sonya, looked at Alicia, and I was like, oh my god, this farewell show is actually going to be awesome. They just sounded really good, and I was singing on key for the most part, and most of the things that tend to go wrong when we play weren't happening. Like you could hear the guitar, and you could hear the bass but not that much, and I could hear myself in the monitors without having to really raise my voice that much (probably because there weren't really monitors, just the speakers the vocals were coming out of, pointed at me from the ceiling since we were on once end of a dancefloor instead of a stage. Let's have that setup more often, okay?). We played more songs- Kim, Jordan, You're Not Writing[,] You're Typing, Get Up, and it just kept going well. It was a pretty fuckin mystical experience, actually, some real Dan Millman shit I guess. There were probably thirty or forty queers on the little stage, and there were people actually moshing- including God- and we played our last couple songs: Birdsmilk, Byline (before Byline I was like, 'this next song is awesome'), and then- I was like, 'this is our last song. Ever.' to be melodramatic about it- Consent. (Afterward everybody was like 'you were correct to do Consent last, that one is my favorite.) So, Consent kinda builds to a bridge that's also a sweet guitar solo, and then there's the main riff four times and a verse without any guitars. So like, it wasn't really a big deal that Alicia stepped on a pedal and turned off my guitar right before my big triumphant final guitar solo, it was mostly just funny. I mean, the guitar didn't need to do much else, right? Plus, guitar solos are bouge. PLUS, y'know, what would an Angela Chase show be without SOME crucial fuckups. Anyway, then the set was over, and that was it.
It was a friggin amazing last show. I feel pretty stoked to have ended on that, 'cause our last show before that was a weird little nothing that nobody came to at El Rio, which would've been a fine way to end it- fittingly PFR and stupid- but ending with an epic show that went right is way better. Godspeed, Angela Chase. Does anybody want buttons or stickers?