As anyone who’s ever been in a band will tell you, if you try to make it, you WILL take your fair share of knockbacks. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that out of every 10 things we go for, 9 of them we don’t get and the 1 we do get often has some unexpected set back that we never saw coming.
But hey, it comes with the territory. “WE’RE LIVING THE DREAM,” no band has ever said.”THE DREAM WHERE WE’RE CONSTANTLY BROKE AND UNEMPLOYED!!”
Because we’re nice people (sometimes, anyway), we’re going to give you our top five tips for how to get through an audition that you know you’re going to bomb.
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As a band, we sometimes tempt fate. Most of the time it’s in vaguely harmless-hilarious ways, such as Wotsit being mistaken for a Nazi, but then there’s times when there’s genuine legal ramifications or long-term consequences.
I suspect it comes from naming the band “Crime Scene Yeah.” With a name like that, it’s just ASKING to get in trouble. People seem to get the impression that we’re a WELL ‘ARD BAND when we’re really… uh… not
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As a band, we’re no strangers to dealing with assholes. Some people don’t like our music, which is fair enough, but a while ago at one of our gigs, we had a very strange experience with a fellow who had seen us perform, liked us enough to buy our CD afterwards… and then somehow got it into his head that Wotsit was a Nazi.
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This previous weekend, we recorded our EP (as of yet untitled, but we’ve got a few potential names lined up…)
It was at this time that we learnt a few very valuable lessons which you can only learn from actually doing this stuff, which I’m going to share with y’all now. Maybe you can learn something from us, or maybe you’ll just laugh and shake your head be all LOL HOW DID YOU NOT ALREADY KNOW THAT? (*coughSORUDEDICKHEADcough*)
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We had a gig a few days ago.
It all started when we turned up to the dimly lit venue that was up the STEEPEST flight of stairs ever and smelt like Jagerbombs and chicken (due it its location being over one of those Chicken-Kebab shops).
NOTE: Remember the STEEPEST flight of stairs ever. They come back into play a bit later.
There was a back-room where all the bands playing could dump their stuff and we noticed that several bands had left their mark on the wall. Zer0 happened to be carrying a bottle of fake blood in his bag (as you do. I suppose it’s better than a bottle of REAL blood, which just leads to so many other questions such as whose blood is that?? and D: WHY DUDE WHY?? D: ) so we uncapped a Sharpie, scrawled our name and splashed it in red finery that rolled down the wallpaper. If you’re ever playing in that venue at you happen to see a wall with band names and spot CRIME SCENE YEAH written in what could have been the aftermath of a violent crime, you now know when we were there.
And then, it was time. Clutching out instruments, drumsticks or selves, we stepped into the warm spotlights on the stage. Spike wet his lips and looked into the audience. Phats counted us in and then, we were off. Somewhere, angels wept as teenagers applied eyeliner and made out to music that would change their lives forever…
That wasn’t this gig.
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