For Whom The Bell Tolls

Wow, three blog entries in three days! I must be finished posting on the Stephanie blog! :)

Back in 1997, I joined a new band who had a show scheduled in three weeks. The show was at an outdoor carnival put on by a local TV station, and it was a competition. We busted our ass and wrote 4 songs to perform (we only played three) and I must say we played them quite well. We took second place, losing to an all-girl cover band. Ever since then, I seem to have noticed that losing to women when it comes to performance competitions it fairly common. Let's face it, women have sweet, sexy voices and boobs which persuade EVERY male judge to vote highly for them.

Anyway, this band, Frozen Urine also competed. They had to change their name for this show to 'Frozen U' because after all, it was a kids' carnival. They also had to change the lyrics (and title) to one of their songs (Fuck You = Screw You) but they did a nice gesture by playing a heavy metal version of the alphabet song.

The people who hosted the carnival made it quite clear that we were to use THEIR gear in order to minimize downtime between bands. Their gear was crap and didn't function worth a shit. Frozen Urine break into an intermission song in the middle of "For Whom The Bell Tolls" while the drumset is being fixed.



Everyone who participated in the competition walked away with a t-shirt with a picture of a clown on it, which nobody ever wanted to be caught dead in. My shirt went up in my parents' house fire along with all the other shirts I kept as keepsakes from competitions I participated in (I had quite a few.)