Our useless lump of an academic director just availed himself of the timeless trick of building himself higher up in the organization by creating an unnecessary cipher just below him. This had the effect of demoralizing everyone, especially when our new "supervisor" turned out to be his own secretary's dorky son-in-law. Whiz Kid's first move was to assign everybody to two and a half hours of extra after-class duties without even mentioning it to us first. Everyone's pissed. Except me. I got a band!
A band! My own band! And not one of those school bands, either. Guitars, bass, drums, and a vocalist! HOT DAMN! I'm so excited! We rehearse in the chapel on Monday afternoons. I'm their George Martin. I stand around in a suit and say, "Hmmmmmm, yes, now ----------, I don't think we can put heavy drums to that." They are a bunch of heavy metal guys who are as happy as me that we didn't all get assigned to Leadership Club.
This is an actual conversation I overheard at Monday's jam.
"Woa! I've never been in this part of a church before."
"Get away from that man, it's the alter."
"It's the what?"
"It's like, the most important part. Get away from it."
This is also genuine:
Mr. --------, can we play "All Along the Watchtower."
"Sure"
"How about "Sympathy for the Devil."
No man, it's a church."
Um, okay." At which they all instantly broke out in "Sympathy of the Devil."
Okay, so what should we call ourselves? They didn't seem to know, and pulled that teenage "whatever" thing when I pressed them on it. They'd probably accept whatever I chose as long as it wasn't too lame.
So any suggestions?
A band! My own band! And not one of those school bands, either. Guitars, bass, drums, and a vocalist! HOT DAMN! I'm so excited! We rehearse in the chapel on Monday afternoons. I'm their George Martin. I stand around in a suit and say, "Hmmmmmm, yes, now ----------, I don't think we can put heavy drums to that." They are a bunch of heavy metal guys who are as happy as me that we didn't all get assigned to Leadership Club.
This is an actual conversation I overheard at Monday's jam.
"Woa! I've never been in this part of a church before."
"Get away from that man, it's the alter."
"It's the what?"
"It's like, the most important part. Get away from it."
This is also genuine:
Mr. --------, can we play "All Along the Watchtower."
"Sure"
"How about "Sympathy for the Devil."
No man, it's a church."
Um, okay." At which they all instantly broke out in "Sympathy of the Devil."
Okay, so what should we call ourselves? They didn't seem to know, and pulled that teenage "whatever" thing when I pressed them on it. They'd probably accept whatever I chose as long as it wasn't too lame.
So any suggestions?
