Band Practice

so since we decided to start a metal band, me and trev were all like; 'hold on a flyin rip, we gotta get some MATERIAL, y'know?' so after i stopped trevor from going to fabric land, and explained i meant for some songs, he took out his clarinette. ( which made him realize he didnt have a reed, so he ran home real quick to get one. when he got back, he had to empty his spit thinger. dude, he wasnt doing that junk on my floor. so he ran home real quick to empty it. after that, he realized he forgot his clarinette at home. so he ran home a bit slower than the last two times to get it.) Thennn, we started to play- after trevor caught his breath. i tried to play smoke on the water, but forgot what came after the - dun-dun-dun-dundun-dundun- part. trevor was playing like, bach or something on his clarinette. or, trying to with the seven notes he knew.

if we wanted to sit at the 'cool' table in the caf this year, we were going to have to start being more metal! trevor forgot what he was doing and started to watch the corner of the wall.

anyways, i dropped my tuning to Bb . oh yeah, we were sick now, dudes. trevor was still staring at something on the wall. ( i think sometimes he kind of just starts to play sudoku in his head for fun, and forgets about real life.) i strummed a G chord. that chord sounded Horrible.... wait a second, that wasnt bad, that was METAL. during this revelation of mine, trevor was unphased.

wait! apperently the thing on the wall moved, cuz trevor was staring at the roof now.

i strummed the G again, this time loud enough to hurt my ears. ' Trev! check it out!' trevor almost flipped over his own head when he turned his head to look at me. 'dude! play something grungy, man!' trevor played a B. alright, im not gonna lie, the clarinette sounded a little whimpy. it kind of reminded me of on a kids show when something lame happens, and the music in the backround goes like, wah-wah. but atleast we were playing something. so we just kinda like, strummed ( well, trevor tooted, or something.) in 4/4 timing for a couple minutes, then i decided we needed lyrics. so trevor said the most complicated thing he could, just so that i wouldnt get it. ' let us make exact and precise decisions as to what we say. this way we could build up a '"false front" of our persona as a group.'

now it was my turn to stare. i mean, i understood everyword he said, i just didnt know why he had to say it like that.
trevor blinked and rubbed his nose.

but i guess i knew what he meant. ' so like, something to make us sound gnarly, right?'

'exacto-posatively!' ( thats a word trevor came up with to say ' hey! that sounds swell to me! right on!' ) well, needless to say, me and trev came up with some pretty sick lyrics.




we are the cool dudes,
the ones who play music,
..yah.....

da, da, daaaaa- yeah, yeah

we are the coolio dudes,
yeah, we are neat,
i like to sing,
.. yah.....


apperently my mom liked it, cuz she was down in the basement right away. throwing her arms around like she just didnt care, screaming for encour.... so me and trevor kept going.

when we finnaly stopped, she said it was horrible ' noise', and that we had to play quieter. man, i thought moms were like, suposed to be suportive and all that junk. well, trevor wasnt audible anymore anyways, so he didnt mind. he actually found another thing to stare at on the wall. wow.

then trevors mom called and said he had to feed the hamster, and so trevor ran home. i supose that went alright. but i dont think well jam again for a while. it felt more like jammin your toe on a door way, or like, a reallly heavy stool or something.