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Rock Band Frontman Fables
CC CC is the frontman for one of the most frequently performing small bands in Auckland. I lived in a flat with some popular interpretive dancers* who CC would come round to visit a lot. His behaviour confused me more than any other frontman. I was very lonely at the time and he would come into my room and talk to me late at night about all sorts of things, whatever I wanted.We talked about death, Prince Myshkin, jokes and bla bla bla. I was always glad to see him at parties because he had a lot to say. He copied some things off the internet and brought them round for me to read. Eventually it became obvious that I wasn't going to sleep with him and he stopped talking to me. Then one day he came around with his daughter and I was sitting at the table with the interpretive dancers and he named them all for his daughter and then he looked at me and said 'Oh, sorry, I've forgotten your name.' Which is why I say, there is such a thing as having too many 'friends'. CC writes books that contain lots of puns and jokes about farting. But how can you laugh when you read this stuff by someone who forgot your name. Moral: Don't be so fucking gregarious if you've got a bad memory.
*not their real occupation
P. Olite Sometime before I moved into the flat with those interpretive dancers, I was hanging out at an alcoholic friend's place, when two other alcoholics* came up the stairs, one of them being PO, charming and talented frontman of a now defunct attractive band.I was sitting on the bed in my friends room and I had never met him before. He said 'nice legs' and went on to do whatever dumm stuff it is that alcoholics waste their lives with. Later I became friends with him (following him up the stairs was my future boyfriend) and all I can say is that he was charming not just outwardly but also inwardly. Everybody seemed to rejoice in his decline but he always maintained his charm. Moral: Externally beautiful people are often also kinder than less attractive people.
*not their real addiction
Fretful Youth I was at a King Loser gig at 'Kurtz Lounge' on Symonds Street (except I don't think it was called that then) in the early 90s. I was sitting at a back table with my friend Siobhan reading a book when FY came up to me and sat down.Nobody seemed to be paying him much attention but he had plenty of questions to ask. He was wearing a blue jacket with white piping, a white scarf, and had his hair done like Andy Warhol. He kept fluttering his fingers all the time, like a nervous tic.
Years later I was at the same venue with this particular frontman when he got so angry with me that he started vandalising the pool table by throwing the pool balls at it really hard. Moral: Bands should not play so loudly at gigs that people have to go and read at the back for their comfort.
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