Private Parties

Fun. Always different. People tend to be both calmer and crazier, depending upon the scene.

The best part? Almost always MORE MONEY.

We had one on Saturday at Texas A&M (WHOOOP!) at Delta Tau Delta (which looks a whole lot like Delta Tau Chi if you just glance at it, and it made me feel like I was in the movie "Animal House" if but for a moment).

The ride up was a lot of fun, a good chance for the three of us to chat about all kinds of stuff and get to know each other better. Rob - "you so NAASSTY!"

We arrive at the large house in the middle of nowhere (down a long dirt road), and can't find the entrance to the party. Turns out it was around back. Ned actually went into the house looking for the hosts, and Rob and I walked around the side to the back. A bunch of nervous-looking brothers walking around, putting the final touches on their great party - the scene decked out in bamboo and camouflage, but empty. As we finished setting up, it started to fill up. Eventually the place was packed. Beautiful, vapid girls, all decked out in camouflage like some sort of weird sexy cross between "Platoon" and "The Hills".

It reminded me of something very integral to my personality, though. Entitlement and narcissism make me angry. Both were in full force here, as with most college parties (and especially ones affiliated with the inherently "superior" greek system). To be honest, I don't like that scene all that much. The vast majority of people were patently unfriendly (though there were exceptions, like many of the brothers from the fraternity and a few really nice young ladies), but I'll chalk that up to most of them being young, possessing that "cooler than thou" attitude. Of course, I'm a huge dork, so they're not going to be interested in me in the least anyway.

It was funny to play to those people, though. Most were very nice when they'd come up during the set requesting songs, and most of the time, we really tried to indulge them. It was night and day the way I was treated when I was walking around compared to when I was on stage, and it illustrates something in the way people interact with one another. There's something about a stage that can turn a dork like me into someone people want to talk to. Of course, it's only because they WANT something from me - for me to play "their song" - but I'm happy to oblige if I can, because that's why I'm there: To entertain.

It did speak to my strange inferiority/superiority complex (yes, I'm even a schizo that way) that the gig made me feel that way.

Like most private parties we've played, the volume has had to go way down after a short period of time, and honestly, it makes it harder to really rock when you have to do so quietly. The saddest part is, it's not like we're even a loud band. Well, that's enough about that. Thanks to Delta Tau Delta for a fun night, all things considered, and thanks to all the nice people that were there Saturday night.

The ride home was fun as well, but I was BEAT.

On the songwriting/composing front, I've got an interesting project in the works - when the music is done, I'll post it here. I'm writing music for a multimedia project. I can't go into details (confidentiality and stuff), but it's sexy. (Calm your pits, it's not porn or anything - though I'd enjoy composing for that because it's so ripe for all the fun wocka wocka cliches).

Take care, all, and keep playing! :)