building a better band

So last night I ventured out to one of those little corner bars...you know the place. Crummy bar. Cheap booze. People setting up their amps. Yep, it's local band night. And while I'm not a huge fan of most local music (it's local for a reason...namely because it's not good enough to be national) some of the bands aren't too terrible.

Case in point, out of the two bands last night, one was pretty good, one pretty terrible. The difference? The terrible band had no hot chick playing in it. In my experience, that's what makes a local band good...the presence of a hot chick. Even if they're just playing the tambourine...take the Archies, for instance. Do you really think that anyone would go to see Archie, Reggie and Jughead if it weren't for Betty and Veronica? Of course not.

And, even better, is when the hot chick in the band gets so into the music that she's playing that it looks like she's having an orgasm. This is what separates the so-so local bands from the great ones. Like the band that I saw play last night. Pretty hot girl. She could play the bass good too. But man, when she got into the music her eyes got that sort of bedroom look, her mouth was slightly open...WOW! I suppose the rest of the band was pretty good too, I'm not real sure, but really, who cares?

The only brief disruption came from a bar employee who came over to talk to one of the guitar players during one of the songs. As he leaned over to say something, the audience got a full blown view of some major butt crack. Why does this seem to be mainly a guy thing? And why can't guys (not me, of course...but those 'other' guys) get it through their head that 1) underwear is important 2) they need to buy longer shirts and perhaps try tucking them in and 3) it distracts from the hot chick in the band when they're bent over the stage mooning everybody! But he soon left and, with much concentration, the image slowly started to fade.

Crummy bar. Cheap booze. And hot chick in a local band. Gotta love those Saturday nights!