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They Were Sex Bob-omb
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emmalyon and I were jumping onto the 47 on the way back from the opera last night, and sat behind these two high school-age kids--a nerdy young black kid and a tiny yet feisty Indian girl, who were passionately talking about the fact that their band was finally getting some paying gigs. They were a bit angry at their guitarist who may or may not have been able to do a few shows due to his parents wanting him to head home for for the holidays instead (they were pretty merciless at ranking on him in his absence, including the following: Her: He's not even the greatest player--he can't even play past the opening of "Master of Puppets." And drumming? I keep expecting him to hit his nose with the sticks... Him: I know what you mean...I wonder if he can play with his nose...I mean, it's big enough...).
Apparently they were a cover band specializing in classic rock and 80s hard rock, as they were debating some of the songs they thought they should be playing, such as some Guns n' Roses (but specifically not "Welcome to the Jungle"), Black Sabbath, later Clash, and so on. The nerdy guy, though, was adamant that they do some Stones, because he hated the Beatles with a passion. He then pontificated that he hated them because they were a "pop" band. Furthermore, in a weird way he was trying to compare the Beatles vs the Stones as the Stones being kick-ass rock and the Beatles being 'hip-hop.' whatever that means. Mind you, it was then that I wanted to join in and say "Two words, kid: 'Helter Skelter.' Four more: 'I Am the Walrus'." But I behaved. ;)
Suffice it to say, when we got off at the California Street stop (as they did too), I had to turn to Emm and say that had to be quite possibly the most Scott Pilgrim-like conversation I'd ever been witness too. To the point that I really thought that girl was going to yell "WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB!", since she did in fact have drumsticks in hand.
As a postscript, as we were getting off the 1 near our neighborhood, it occurred to me that, for a band with such multicultural members, they sure were choosing some extremely whitebread songs...
Still, it was amusing and heartwarming to see young'uns talking so fervently about music, both their love for it and for playing it. It kind of made me tear up, really... :)
emmalyon and I were jumping onto the 47 on the way back from the opera last night, and sat behind these two high school-age kids--a nerdy young black kid and a tiny yet feisty Indian girl, who were passionately talking about the fact that their band was finally getting some paying gigs. They were a bit angry at their guitarist who may or may not have been able to do a few shows due to his parents wanting him to head home for for the holidays instead (they were pretty merciless at ranking on him in his absence, including the following: Her: He's not even the greatest player--he can't even play past the opening of "Master of Puppets." And drumming? I keep expecting him to hit his nose with the sticks... Him: I know what you mean...I wonder if he can play with his nose...I mean, it's big enough...). Apparently they were a cover band specializing in classic rock and 80s hard rock, as they were debating some of the songs they thought they should be playing, such as some Guns n' Roses (but specifically not "Welcome to the Jungle"), Black Sabbath, later Clash, and so on. The nerdy guy, though, was adamant that they do some Stones, because he hated the Beatles with a passion. He then pontificated that he hated them because they were a "pop" band. Furthermore, in a weird way he was trying to compare the Beatles vs the Stones as the Stones being kick-ass rock and the Beatles being 'hip-hop.' whatever that means. Mind you, it was then that I wanted to join in and say "Two words, kid: 'Helter Skelter.' Four more: 'I Am the Walrus'." But I behaved. ;)
Suffice it to say, when we got off at the California Street stop (as they did too), I had to turn to Emm and say that had to be quite possibly the most Scott Pilgrim-like conversation I'd ever been witness too. To the point that I really thought that girl was going to yell "WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB!", since she did in fact have drumsticks in hand.
As a postscript, as we were getting off the 1 near our neighborhood, it occurred to me that, for a band with such multicultural members, they sure were choosing some extremely whitebread songs...
Still, it was amusing and heartwarming to see young'uns talking so fervently about music, both their love for it and for playing it. It kind of made me tear up, really... :)
