Oh dear...
Around Easter of this year, my band (of little gig experience off of our campus at this point) somehow got through to the final of a national Battle of the Bands. Brilliant, we thought. Let's get parents to come watch our brilliance, we thought... oh dear.

Come the day, we arrive at the dive of a venue to find that the 'celebrity' judge has pulled out, and all the other acts are school bands. Bugger. Never mind, we can show them who's best by drinking...

Sometime later, some *interesting* bands have come and gone (favourite line: "2000 years ago a baby was born... [I forget the next bit]... FUCK JESUS!") and now it's our turn. So we get on, play a decent set, and get off. Then we don't win.

Almost. Except that part about a 'decent set'. I saw the video recently. It could be the single most embarrasing thing I have ever done in front of my parents, if not anyone - ever. We were evidently plastered by this point, and I get why my Dad said "the prancing was a bit distracting" as we obviously thought we were rock gods - in a room full of uninterested schoolkids and judges who blatantly thought we were pricks.

The highlight? It would either be the 'harmony' which sounds like several cows being horribly killed simultaniously, or the moment that the guitarist starts pretty much humping his guitar.

The worst part is that I know we're a lot better than that, but I don't know how the hell I can convince my parents, who obviously now think I spent most of my life learning about music so that I could find the best way to shit on its fresh grave...
(HarryTheMole whatever's on my finger is going in your mouth, Wed 7 Dec 2005, 2:16, Reply)