karmic calamity

Various happenings of little importance

The other day, I saw my friend Lindsay. She hasn't seen the Flappybats play for a long, long time. And every time she did see us, we were horrible. Anyway, I see her, she's telling me that a mutual friend of ours has joined the roller derby, and that the team she's on was going to be making an appearance at the Bikini Lounge here in Phoenix last Friday. We were invited to go, but couldn't because it was a First Friday and we had to have the gallery open that night.

So then we talk for a minute about First Friday. Lindsay's never done the artwalk thing, and said something to the effect of, "yeah, I'll have to do that sometime".

If she was going to do it, I mentioned, she should try to make it the First Friday in October, because the Flappybats are planning to start playing outdoor shows again. She looks at me, as if to say "why would I come see you guys play?" Knowing that that's exactly what she's about to say, I follow up with "We're really good now."

Without missing a beat, Lindsay says "No you aren't. You guys suck." And no matter what I say, I can't convince her that we aren't gonna go up there and be awful.

That's love. Then again, it's probably deserved skepticism, because when last she saw us play, we were truly awful. It was quite awhile ago. Back when we were still butchering "Jane Says".

I saw her the next day getting on the elevator, and said in passing "I swear, we're really good."

"No you aren't." she says, as the elevator door is closing. Drat. Foiled again. Somebody's gotta keep us honest.

Anyway, I'm starting to get geared up to play again. We haven't been able to since the Pit closed back at the beginning of July. We have been practicing, though, and should have a nice set of rockabilly songs worked up by Oct 6.

Can't wait.

posted by Dale Ingram @ 3:44 PM