There is a high school garage band that practices at a house down my street. A few days ago, they were playing "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters when we walked by. The drummer and guitarist aren't necessarily awful, and maybe one day this band will be good, but right now, it doesn't look like it's in the cards. Their singer is awful and I'm sure he's plagued with all the low self-esteem induced inhibitions that I was at his age. All this to say that Leah thinks it would be funny to walk in to their practice one day dressed in my suit and tell them I work for Columbia Records and that they're great.
It would be funny. And evil. But mostly funny.
They are awful. They play during the middle of the day when my kids are sleeping and when I'm trying to work and I can hear them and I don't like it. But I do think you should try to sign them.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking a contract done in crayon or those colorful fruity smelling markers would look really professional.
ReplyDeleteWhat if, in a sick twist of fate, your whole record deal thing was actually a cruel and elaborate prank sprung on you by those kids in the garage band?
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