No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Yep, lent a drum throne to a one my drummer friends. Never saw it again. Hey man, that ain’t a book, it’s a drum throne; it has importance and a purpose.

Drove the band across state, did any one offer to help with gas?

Booked the gig, provided the P.A., set up the equipment and the vocalists arrive five minutes before down beat.

Provided the rehearsal space but still got fired from the band, “Hey Man, can we still rehearse here?”

Gave the client a pre mix, they used it for their project, never paid me.

Lent out a powered speaker to a friend, had to go get it at someone else’s house.

To quote The Bard himself, “So shines a good deed in a weary world.”

Can we help you in any way? Worry not, we are sincere.

Sarcasm: Just Another Service I Offer

I just love hearing about people doing stupid things. It appeals to my twisted, satirical humor. When I heard about people drinking lysol I laughed hysterically. Yep, more candidates for the Darwin Awards. And high school kids eating soap pods, are you kidding? When I was in high school, I had more sense, I just got stoned and took drugs and drove drunk and … but eat laundry detergent? Yeah, I was a lot smarter.

Mockery, yeah, like a contact sport, I love to scoff.

Taunting, sneering, vocalizing derision for my fellow humans.

I love the word Trenchancy. It implies my behavior is incisive, keen, suggesting I am unusually caustic. Purveying effective, energetic sarcasm. I like it. I am clear cut and distinct in my level of sardonicism.

All for self amusement.

Is there anything we can do to help?

Irony

Besides folks walking down the street having animate conversations on their phones, looking every bit like crazy people did 20 years ago, here are a few ironic circumstances I have encountered:

Being a drummer yet carrying batteries, picks and extra chords for guitar players who forget such.

Lead vocalists who don’t own a microphone, let alone an XLR cable.

Showing up at the gig forgetting my foot pedal and drum sticks.

Guitar players who can’t stay in tune.

Playing in bands with married couples; trying to ignore their petty squabbles.

Band members sleeping with each other.

Bass players who play too loud.

Deaf sound techs.

The cat who asks, “What key is this?” even thought they have played the same set list for fifteen years.

Club owners who expect you to play for beer and a burger.

The band member who tries to mix the track or edit the video on the first cut.

Ain’t it the truth?

Can we help you?