The Glamourous Life of a Rock Star's Mom
I wonder if Jimi's mom had to sit through guitar recitals in a stifling church on a Sunday afternoon in June.
The nice thing was that hardly anybody showed up so we were out of there in record time, and besides it will be Eva's last one for a while as she's taking a break from guitar lessons next year. Andrew, who's been her teacher for the last two years, is starting university next year and getting the hell out of Dodge.
Good luck, Andrew - have a blast!
The first kid to play in our session was a drummer and damn he was good. He wailed on that thing, and I forgot where I was for a second and gave him a "wooo" when he finished. Is it illegal to woot in church? I don't know the etiquette.
And then when Eva went up to the front to play her pieces, I realised that I had let her wear her New Pornographers t-shirt into church. I am such a bad mother. I can only hope that everybody knew they are a band, but somehow I doubt it.
I may be a shitty, sacrilegious mom, but I can pick a crap band out with both hands tied behind my back. I bought a new NME on Friday and damn if it didn't have a free cd attached - NME Presents Festivals. Whoever usually rips those free cds off the magazines must have been away this week.
So I gave it a listen blind and was able to identify Franz Ferdinand and Kaiser Chiefs - not all that hard - and had varied opinions on the other songs, but did immediately pick out two songs that absolutely reeked of garbage. Sure enough, when I checked the list later, guess who they were?
You got it - Panic at the Disco and Fall Out Boy. Well, at least they are consistent and so well branded that they are instantly recognisable.
But I did hear some good new songs. Here's a band that I don't know but I picked as one of the best new ones from the cd. This is Howling Bells playing Low Happening: