B.H. wrote:
I say we go GET that corporation loving, Bud Light shilling "sonbich"! Hey
wait a minute, I did a Bud Light commercial too once...hmmm, oh well, let's
get that chump anyway!
B. "The Instigator" H.
Big Bad BH and "The Cheating Chump" did gigs for Bud Light
bARKli and Byrd had Miller Lite sponsorship behind their tired cheezy cover band for which we never got paid the "free" 12-packs for each gig, each person, when we played with their Miller Lite poster behind our band at Maggie Mae's on 6th and Trinity in Austin. Word from our cheezy band leader TK was that the bar manager was no way in hell going to give our band a free 12-pack of beer for each member, nor even a single free 12-pack to share betwixt our group. He was smart, cause I would have most likely gulped down all 4 12-packs of free Miller Lite during the first 45 minute set of cheezy covers. We did get $1500 to split at a music store in San Antonio where I procured my first guitar, which I still have with me.
A Black Takamine acoustic guitar. However a few years later I saw an innovative "cutaway" designed guitar, allowing for easier playing higher up on the guitar neck in order to acquire and pluck out those higher range notes and harmonics. Love that Washburn guitar of my own choice, which sits in front of the Takamine which was the better of the lot I had to choose from in San Antonio and which I didn't actually know what a good guitar would be until Washburn's cutaway seduced me from a more frequently visited and reputable Guitar-Center in Austin (The Music Capital of the World). I actually got Tim to come give me a short lesson on my new baby, my Washburn cutaway, when I was living with my girl in Austin. Good pointers and fundamentals, enabled me to not sound nor look like a complete boner on the few cheezy covers I strummed on toward my waning dancing and waning enthusiastic days of simply singing those cheezy covers. Tim wrote a dozen or so original songs with another two former cheezy cover-band players and myself, the band was titled "Pretty How Town". Nothing became of the band because one of the other former cheezy cover players was in a hurry to get a gig for the band and for all of us cheezy cover players to quit our regular paying cheezy cover gigs and pick up "regular" cheezy day jobs shuffling papers and answering phones for whatever "regular" cheezy corporation we could find. Yeah right. After deciding that my waning days of being a player in a cheezy cover band weren't quite bad enough as having to go out and find a cheezy regular job, plus the fact that one of the former cheezy cover players in Pretty How Town wanted to fire the two better players of Pretty How Town, plus the fact that my singing in Pretty How Town made us sound like a cheezy Karen Carpenter coverband, plus the fact that because of the results of years of alcohol and nicotene consumption prompted me to follow my cheating girlfriend to a large and dangerous big city thousands of miles away, I continued to finish my cheezy steadily cover song playing days...until the leader TK felt it was time to tell me he had found some new cheezy song performing players. He most likely was aware that his present cheezy singer was bored, and couldn't quite make the grade idly strumming what were easy chords (in TK's mind) without adding much of the exciting and weird dancing that I used to.
Fair enough. I was bored. I was a victim of infidelity, as well as was an infidel myself in relationships before the present
reel-ay-shun-ship I was continuing to be a part of that was going to take me away on a long and distant new home.
