Thu, 19 May 2005

owen and rissa start an alternative rock ensemble
“Guess what it’s called? Go on, guess!”

“They don’t deserve to guess, Rissa. Fuck them squares.”

“No really, guess!”

“Give up, sqares? GIVE UP, because we’re called—”

“MY BUTT ITCHES!”

“Which is easily the greatest band name since the Pee-Pees.”

“Also because it’s true, which gives us a kinda Bruce Springsteen earnest quality to our alternative rock ensemble.”

“And ensemble is right, as we were originally going to be called Chas Feston’s Hot Jazz Trio, only Chas quit the band moments after answering our ad for an and I quote tormentedly handsome Chet Baker-like jazzbo with plenty of reefer.”

“We didn’t actually put the reefer part in the ad.”

“It was implied! Charley Beatnik has to blow his mind on the reefer for our Behind The Music expose to work.”

“See, we’re planning the whole thing out in advance. Owen’s gonna be the midwest kid with stars in his eyes and no real talent to speak of, I was going to be the aging punkrocker with dreams of one last shot at the big time, and fucking Chas Feston was going to be the hipster who gets lost along the way in the itchy sweater-like underworld of reefer addiction, but he ended up being just nowhere, man, just a big zero.”

“Chas Fenton! Rebel without a dick!”

“But don’t you worry your pretty little heads about it, because now we’re a duo. Duo of power!”

“Set your receivers for rock! Pants optional!”
(12:10.05.19.2005) [/alpha/owenrissa] #