My ears are still ringing. 3 of the 4 band members of White Light & Royal Flush are in my Psychology class, so when they invited me to the Battle of the Bands, South Salt Lake style, I decided to go. It was at the Avalon, a converted old theater down on State Street; all the seats have been replaced with wood benches and everything is painted black. The Delta Center this ain't. I missed the first couple bands, came in an hour late to see a pretty good band called Perfect Enemy, you could actully hear him sing words and the music had actual rythym. The second band, and for the life of me I can't remember their name (and don't want to), more just made noise and hand a singer that screamed. In the 4 songs they sang I couldn't pick out a single word he sang, um, yelled. It was pretty funny watching him screaming the lyrics; his face all red, mouth & eyes wide open and the tendons in his neck jutting out. One student in the audience (when there was a lull in the screaming) said he looked like a psychotic cannibal. Another student just referred to him as Pterodactyl Man.
My students came next and they were a lot more mellow than the group right before them. They sang some nice songs, none of which I recognized, but sounded like something I would have listened to in high school. At the end of their set the drummer threw his drumsticks into the audience and the bass guitarist ripped his strings off his guitar. I don't think he expected to do as much damage as he did, he wasn't in Psychology class today and the other two told me one of the strigs had flipped back and cut him right above the eye and the guitar rebounded and slammed him in the jaw. Ahhh, the price of fame. And the price of watching this fame was walking around school all day with ringing in my ears and a mild headache. Nobody asked why I was so cranky in class today.....
My students came next and they were a lot more mellow than the group right before them. They sang some nice songs, none of which I recognized, but sounded like something I would have listened to in high school. At the end of their set the drummer threw his drumsticks into the audience and the bass guitarist ripped his strings off his guitar. I don't think he expected to do as much damage as he did, he wasn't in Psychology class today and the other two told me one of the strigs had flipped back and cut him right above the eye and the guitar rebounded and slammed him in the jaw. Ahhh, the price of fame. And the price of watching this fame was walking around school all day with ringing in my ears and a mild headache. Nobody asked why I was so cranky in class today.....
