Dirty Johnny
You can maybe get the nickname "Dirty Johnny" for no good reason, but it won't stick. Chances are, if you've been known as Dirty Johnny for a long time you're pretty dirty.
Johnny's been dirty in this town for a really long time.
We work together at the co-op and on Wednesday he hits me up with, "you wanna play a show on Saturday?" Turns out a band called This Day in Black History was coming down from Cleveland and the slotted opening act was some pop-punk band that was a little too clean for Johnny's tastes. The plan was to remind the main act that Athens was still dirty and ugly and no safe place for the pop bands of the world.
So I meet three Casa bartenders after work on Saturday. I was pleased to walk into a living room with a full drum set and a Full stack of guitar amp sitting there. For a good three hours we practice and smoke and drink cans of foul-tasting energy drinks that look like batteries. It was me on bass, Johnny on vocals, Dan on guitar and Addison on the drums and guitar. We wrote some songs, loaded up and loaded into the club. We played really loud and noisey. My bass was a full-on, distortion-squeeling wall of semi-rythmic feed-back with an octave pedal for some low-end. Johnny had a Dirty Drum Machine going through a vocal processor, a distortion pedal and and eq that sounded like a shorted out chord being played like an electric tambourine.
We managed to sound pretty good. Makes me wonder why I spent all those three-practice-a-week months with those other bands.
We were most definately dirty and ugly.
Johnny's been dirty in this town for a really long time.
We work together at the co-op and on Wednesday he hits me up with, "you wanna play a show on Saturday?" Turns out a band called This Day in Black History was coming down from Cleveland and the slotted opening act was some pop-punk band that was a little too clean for Johnny's tastes. The plan was to remind the main act that Athens was still dirty and ugly and no safe place for the pop bands of the world.
So I meet three Casa bartenders after work on Saturday. I was pleased to walk into a living room with a full drum set and a Full stack of guitar amp sitting there. For a good three hours we practice and smoke and drink cans of foul-tasting energy drinks that look like batteries. It was me on bass, Johnny on vocals, Dan on guitar and Addison on the drums and guitar. We wrote some songs, loaded up and loaded into the club. We played really loud and noisey. My bass was a full-on, distortion-squeeling wall of semi-rythmic feed-back with an octave pedal for some low-end. Johnny had a Dirty Drum Machine going through a vocal processor, a distortion pedal and and eq that sounded like a shorted out chord being played like an electric tambourine.
We managed to sound pretty good. Makes me wonder why I spent all those three-practice-a-week months with those other bands.
We were most definately dirty and ugly.
posted by Matthew Pazzol at 6:12 AM
4 Comments:
i wish i could have witnessed such filth with my own two eyes.
the album's out next week then right? first to decide on a dirty band name i guess.
YEAH! (fist in the air)
When the tour comes down your way we'll sleep on your couch and soil all the linens.
yay!! dirty ugliness!!! sounds nice and loud.
make sure you stir up a canadian date for that tour...
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