live smegma

[danasgoodstuff]

I'm playing at my alma mater, Reed College with my friends in Portland's longrunning 'noise band'...don't blame me I didn't name the band, we're on first at 8pm sharp for a short set and I can't guarantee you'll be able to hear me, I often can't hear myself, much less that I'll play anything interesting since I have no idea what we're playing, but still you won't hear a middle aged Studebaker driving kinda guy play C-melody in this context evryday, and I think it's open to the public, but I could be wrong since I've seen two different rooms at Redd listed on the web, think I better go practise my squeaks and squonks...and scales, just in case.

[clifford_thornton]

Ju Suk Reet Meat!

[danasgoodstuff]

Gig didn't happen due to some sort of internal meltdown in Smegma (now there's a lovely image!). Members I talked to expressed an interest in playing together in some informal future configuration. My career sabatoged by 'creative differences', does that make me a 'real musician' now?

[Jim Alfredson]

No. You won't be a real musician until you drive 800 miles to play a club for the door and make $20.

[AllenLowe]

I'm waiting for the reunion concert - "Polly and The Puss Suckers Reunited"

[AllenLowe]

actually, real musicians don't get gigs - at least that's what I keep telling myself -

[JSngry]

No. You won't be a real musician until you drive 800 miles to play a club for the door and make $20.

And getting a $120 speeding ticket on the way home.

[jazzbo]

And just as you start packing up you notice someone had barfed on your floor tom.

[AllenLowe]

well, my brother once worked a gig at a c&w bar where a drunk guy peed in the piano -