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We’re mortal! We’re stupid! We’re drunk!
An ordinary evening with Rodney Bailey:
First two thirds of the trinity go to the movies to watch something lightweight, in this case Spiderman III. Guitarist Mr Distortellini gets frustrated that so few songs from the soundtrack album appear in the movie. Singer and guitarist Mary Fieldwall can’t help to say that Metallica title out loud in the theatre as the Sandman enters.
Okay, drummer Danny Creekblossom waits in an outdoor bar, and finally his friends come.
It’ll be a short evening in the rehearsal space/porta studio space – Danny’s gonna sit in a car tomorrow for six hours, off to play with his other band.
But hey, we’re just gonna record lead and backing vocals on one song, and then it’s off to bed. But waiting in an outdoor bar can be cold so on the way to the rehearsal space there’s a break for some coffee drinks and some beer. We might as well go to the corner shop for a six-pack too, so we do.
The rehearsal space is in a barren industrial part of town and the room is in great need of cleaning up. We prefer to play our songs instead. Mary gets ready for the lead vocal recording while Danny’s operating the recording unit. When it’s time for the dubbed backing vocals the whiskey bottle in the bands hidden minibar, a gift for Dannys birthday, is opened.
By midnight we’re a little bit jolly happy rosy slurry. We could maybe jam a little while, or introduce some new songs maybe? Yeah, let’s do that… and by the way, could you fill my empty glass, please?
Rodney’s got two new songs and after awhile, after a little re-arranging, and a little more detuned guitars, we concentrate on “Doubt Haunts Hard†and in our haze, we think it sounds brilliant. But there’s a cloud at the horizon, the whiskey bottle is empty. But we continue to work on the new song ending up with a pop song with random noise which gets higher and higher in volume. The last cans of beer are empty too, and no-one wants to touch that hideous rum in the hidden bar.
We hurl ourselves into some covers, Radioheads “Planet Telex†and a couple of old Sparklehorse songs.
Outside the light grows stronger, morning birds sing their tunes to the first lights of dawn. It’s five o’clock and we don’t have the energy to walk home, so we call a cab and go home while everyday life ignites itself for others.
Yeah, this was an ordinary evening with Rodney Bailey.
We’re mortal! We’re stupid! We’re drunk!
We’re mortal! We’re stupid! We’re drunk!Now, where is Peter Parker when you really need him?
