Room 18
Errin’s dad is in town, and we can’t have band practice at her place while he’s around, so the Royal Pink crew converged instead on Funkadelic studios last night to practice for our big gig. Being at the studio was super-fun. It was full of cute rocker boys who stared at us like they’d never seen a girl band in their lives. They were so comfortable with the mostly guy environment in fact, that one needed only walk past the mensroom’s inexplicably propped open door to determine each dude’s trademark urinal stance. Pot smoke was curling out from under practice room doors and cymbal crashes permeated soundproof walls. We found that having to pay for our practice time by the hour made our band much more focused, so in a scant three hours we managed to play all of our songs and arrange two new ones. Aw yeah!!! Hopefully by next week we’ll have a tight six-song-set that will have the crowd begging for more.
I never expected being in a band to feel like this. It’s not like being in love exactly, but it shares certain side effects. I find myself getting lost in thought imagining things for the band, making wishful plans for the band, replaying our past triumphs and giddy good times over and over again in slo-mo. I email my bandmates almost every day, and count the days until we can all get together to jam. Also like in love, I’m paranoid of being let down. I dwell on sad fantasies of it all falling apart, and I get jealous when band members talk about doing other projects. I’ve promised myself not to be a psycho-girlfriend to my all-girl band, but I love them so much, sometimes it’s hard not to hold on tight.
October 12th, 2006 at 11:08 am
“Royal Pink is the best band EVER!” I totally know what you mean…I’m always fantasizing about us, checking my e-mail to see any new messages, and am paranoid about breaking up. I know we never will though…unless I happen to die of a heart attack while doing lines off a naked groupie’s ass.