My Poor Brain

I was sitting at the beach around 4pm. It was one of the nicest days in a long time so I figured where else should I be. I also was aware of the open mic happening at Empire that night. The dilemma was do I play at all? and if I do play should I write something new only 3 hours prior to the event? Or should I play the same old shit.

I picked up the guitar and started messing with different riffs. I was sitting on the wall at the top of the beach so I had some involuntary audience members. I thought I would just play some covers. I dropped the 6th E string to a D and began playing “Everlong” by Foo Fighters and then “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World. A mother and her child were walking by when the child pointed at me. I had an official, voluntary audience member.

After finishing the song, and after the only real fan I had that day left, I came up with a catchy tune. I looked around for some paper in my car to write on. There was tons of paper, and then there was no pen. I decided that I could just write the words in my head, and at the same time that would insure better remembrance of the words. I just thought of something that I was going through and started singing words. I came up with a rather simple, but, to me, catchy song. The lyrics have a very serious, but at the same time lighthearted meaning. I even threw in a joke or two because I guess that’s just part of me, I have to always try to make people laugh. There was a lot of repetitiveness in the lyrics, but that was probably due to the method I was using to write them.

I ran to my friend’s house and sang the song to him to get his opinion/good graces/blessing. He said it was catchy and had a “HOOK”! I’d never heard any of my songs described with that word, and I thought it was nice of him to throw that word in there.

There was some difficulties getting to the Open Mic destination, but I made it. I got there in the second half of it all. There was two guys playing songs before me who were awesome. That’s what I got for showing up late: following two of the best acts the people would see that night. As I was waiting for my turn to go up I was thinking of stupid jokes I could say. There was also an instrumental going on so I jumped up there and started dancing, and it was possibly a sexual dance which I, subconsciously, always end up doing. I get up there and totally lose my mind for some reason, and the only kid that heard my “joke” was the kid who I was using as the subject. It was the performer who went up before me, Max Prussner. I said something about how he looked like Tom Cruise and tried to get him to do a Tom Cruise laugh, but I overlooked the fact that I wasn’t using the microphone so it was more of a private, awkward conversation. He probably thinks I either like Tom Cruise or guys. I decided that I would no longer plan jokes, and hopefully just say what comes to mind when I get up to the stage.

The next mistake I made was thinking: since I had no electric acoustic, I shouldn’t use the microphone. I ended up having to scream at the top of my lungs when one of my friends(INGRID) had begun to make some sort of blow job action, which I guess meant microphone. Then my strap popped off in the middle of my second song so I had my leg propped way up high on a speaker. Then Strapping Max fixed my strap from behind my back(oh snap oh snap that’s like a rap). I’m pretty sure he touched my butt.

The night proved to be mostly successful. I played decently, but more importantly I think I sang better than before. If you were there, then I thank you for your moral support and guidance and hope you enjoyed all the musicians. If you weren’t there, then you missed a live sex performance. Oh yes, it was hot.