I interviewed a band for the student rag.
During the gig, at a break between songs, the bass player had oh-so casually said "Can I play drums on this one?", and he and the drummer had swapped places. Then the guitarist and the lead singer did the same. Then the keyboard player and the drummer (nee bassist).

They were from Norn Ireland, and played absolutely standard, unchallenging rock. The lead singer had thick-rimmed glasses, was dressed in a blue suit and tie, and had a floppy blonde fringe flopping all over the place, which he kept sweeping back majestically.

I got back stage to interview them, though the lead singer was still out talking to girls. Just as I got there, however, he swept in, and sat in the corner moodily, sparked up a cigarette, and swept his hair back.

"So ... who are your influences?" I asked (fuck you - I'm an idiot, I was a student, and fuck you).

"Our influences?!" sniffed the singer. "They're not musical, if that's what you're thinking. They're political!" he spat.

My review of the gig was simply "Cunts", and didn't make it into the magazine.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 26 Jul 2013, 9:00, 1 reply)

TBF - cunts sums up 99.9999999% of bands and 100% of lead singers.
Yes, 100%
( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Fri 26 Jul 2013, 11:13, closed)