Did you see that? I just put a hashtag in my blog. What is this shit? Twitter? No. It's not. What are you doing up at this hour tiff?
So I finally get my shit together and print out my contract for this gig this weekend, and there are a few questions I have about it so I call up the dude that's taking care of it. We sort some shit out and then I throw in, mostly as a joke, "It says we have to wear western gear, is that fo' real?" I don't call him homeboy though... but he essentially told me yes. It's in my contract to wear country western gear.
I can't even write this blog without laughing to myself over that one. I'm relatively new to this music thing (in the grand scheme of things) and I haven't seen this yet. I'm prepared for the crazy ass things I'm going to encounter in this line of work, but I guess I didn't think I was going to be signing contracts that say I have to wear western gear. Oh well, I was born to break the rules, especially if they're rules about employment. So I told the band I didn't care what they wore, they just aren't allowed to look like the city kids they are. No scarves and skinny jeans boys.... Kyle always makes fun of the kids on whyte ave, says he can't drink on whyte unless he's wearing one of my scarves, but I have a memory (very blurry) of him dancing like Michael Jackson in a white jacket of mine that didn't cover his belly button, under one of those purple light things...
The whole thing is ridiculous! My shit! Nitty Gritty's shit! Cowboy hats and 1400 people doing the line dances... how did this happen???? We're not a country band! We're not even a rock band! We're not even a blues band!!!! But we know how to get the party started and I'm interested to see how this goes...
Like, look at those guys!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now picture me with my hot pink buttons that say "mother fucking fab" and my mother fucking blog, and Karma, and I just want to take his shirt off, and all my pretty shoes....
HAHAHA WHY THE HELL AM I OPENING UP FOR THESE GUYS??? WHO DECIDED THIS WAS A GOOD MATCH??!!! Of course, I want to do this, I want to play in front of any amount of people, let alone a sold out show of 1400, but why the hell did anyone pick me? Hey, I know, I kick ass, but in a whole different arena of kick ass then them. I'm in a different province of kick ass, if they're B.C. I'm the Hudson Bay or something...
Look! That's me! Hunting gophers in a cute poncho from Le Chateau... that's the only time I've ever spent any significant time on a farm and I had ballarina flats, a poncho and hairspray...
Oh well!
Then the next day I'm at Kyle's mom's house eating turkey and drinkin' tequilla like everything's back to normal!
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