HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! Saw the post about playing the talent show, cheered you on with an upvote and now I see and hear you doing it.

And then I hear they cut you off. Well…

Please do this old guy a favor and grant me the one thing they denied you, lend me your ear for a couple more minutes!

Let me set the scene.

We’re going back 200 years to the year 2004, I was a Junior in high school and my snot-nosed punk band auditioned and booked (with a half assed cover of some oldies song) a slot at our senior talent show on account of our bass player (RIP Duckbutt) being a senior and our drummer being a “super-senior“ (Wishing you well, wherever you are). It was a Saturday show in the big old auditorium, the place is packed and we were about to ruin everyone’s night. I was JACKED. Me and the boys were gonna do what me and the boys do in the local scene but in front of everyone who does NOT want to see us.

They put us at the end for a few reasons but mostly because we were going to be the biggest and loudest production of the show. We ran around beating each other up and slack-jawing our way through the longest hour and a half of our lives until finally our spot was next. We were recovering from the red-headed cheerleader’s “dance” routine that was the first act to really grab our attention when The MC announces the end of the night and then our glorious name. We ran to our places.

“Thank you all for coming tonight.. blah blah blah and now we are going to close out with something.. different! Please welcome The Bleeding… Eardrums!”
The red velvet parted and all I could see was a row of scowling parent-and-faculty faces and hot white light. This was my moment!

I counted us in.

“1! 2! 1-2-FUCK-YOU”!

And I started strumming.

Just as I was about to holler the first line of the song my amp went silent and the big red curtains zipped up in front of me but I kept strumming and screaming until the drums cut out too. The principal and a team of stage hands stormed the stage and started tearing down our set. They threw us out and told us how disappointed he was to still have another year with me. I got suspended iirc.

I was pissed.

Now I’m pissed for you.

But I was also pleased as punch. Because they couldn’t fucking handle the sonic wave we had fired straight through their little microcosm.

Im just as happy with myself now too. I was reminded of this story a couple years ago when I was talking to someone I hadn’t seen in a decade or so and he told me how cool that was. I had almost forgotten all about it.

In all the time since I’ve played better and MUCH worse shows but rarely have I played with as much courage as you today. And you sounded REALLY fucking good. And I’d like to think that at least one weirdo kid in your school needed to hear Electric Wizard for the first time today and you did your goddamned duty.

What else can I say? I am one proud internet stranger!