The band finishing a couple of songs and the singer says into the mic “this song is called cool breeze” and it hits me, that’s what music is suppose to sound like, a cold breeze, not like a cat fight or a crow.
Staying at a place where I can’t really sing is hard. It’s
not that I can’t, it’s just that I have to be really quiet, which is quite hard for me. They are dog people here and really don’t appreciate my cat like tones. So I decided that I would go to a local open mic night.
We are suppose to be following the crowd, that’s one very important thing my uncle told me tonight. We were watching one of those current affairs shows and…..
“This next song is called wilderness.”
They had a story about Halal KFC restaurants in Punchbowl Sydney, Dad and my uncle were outraged. “why should we cater to them?”I told him that KFC can do whatever they want.
“The next song is shadow lands”
He replied with “well they shouldn’t be able to, they should follow the Australian way”
I informed him that this country is built on immigration and he himself was an immigrant.
He told me to fuck off. For a man who only a few days before told me that swearing was unnecessary and unintelligent, he picked a fantastic way to end the argument. I of course did not mention this, as I would like to continue staying here and my bullshit wore thin in the first few days.
“Sol is only $3.50 at the bar. Cheap soul. Yeah so if you want to buy anybodies.” Laughs
These types of nights make me feel like the weird kid at school.
Darren, a middle aged motorbike riding man, just told me that he has written two songs. One about how shit doesn’t just happen, you need assholes to cause it. However he has toned down the language because he doesn’t like swearing and he won’t be playing it tonight.
“so don’t go out tonight, it’s bound to take your life” he is like the Daniel Johnston of cover acts. He finishes and blows on his fingers, smoking.
He has one of the best playing stances I have ever seen. Standing, no strap, one foot on a chair, with the shoe removed only on his raised foot. He really gets into it and I can see a drop of either sweat or drool on his chin, I look down at his neck and yes he is sweating but I look in the corner of his mouth and yes he is drooling. We talk after his set and I ask him who wrote the songs he was playing, other than the obvious CCR cover, and he said The Seekers, it’s one of those bands that I have heard of and probably heard, but can’t pinpoint a song.
Tonight I have realised that people really get a lot of confidence out of their own circles and that we are all following the crowd, it’s just some crowds are going in a different direction. How kitsch? But there needs to be a moral to the story. Well….. apparently.