You’re into modern forms of traditional music, not modern forms of oppressing the creativity of the people by labelling it with such things as band names (even if yours is pretty damn sweet) and song titles – what’s more, you want people to be able to appreciate your art free from the preconceptions that announcing your name and titles would bring, yeah, let’s just jam, man!
”Come on, guys, 1, 2, yeah…”
The first sound to come through is the steady sound, the gentle all-pervading sound of Harun on the cricket bat – it’s quite pleasant in the midday sun, reminding of something far away, carefree, hot, and the four of you look in each other’s’ eyes, glancing from eyes to expert hands, and then with a fairly ominous rush Bagpipes Debbie lurches in, perfectly on time, an evocative drone, rhythmic and, you notice, disturbingly sensual.
You start a quiet death growl – perhaps more kind of a risk of dangerous disease growl, or amputation of a toe under general anaesthetic growl, and you’re having trouble finding your place in the structures building around you, unsure of if you’re finding a new melody or just providing a nice harmony, when Quebecca bursts into a violent howling wail, screaming at the top of her voice -
”Ahhhhhhhhh SHIT! SHIT! SHIIIIIIIIIT! WHERE ARE MY MAN CLOTHES AT, IT’S SHITTING SATURDAY! SHIIIIIT!”
She starts running around the three of you, still screaming, and after about 3 minutes of this she abruptly stops, dives into the middle of the circle you form, and starts removing her shoes and socks.
The family nearest to you – a couple in their thirties with two small kids – actually stop eating their sandwiches for the time it takes to politely applaud, and the youngest, who looks like a boy of two, starts running around himself, screaming something very similar to Quebs, until the mother tries to stop him, at which point he starts trying to take his shoes and socks off, and starts running away from her, shouting.
”Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”
Looks like you got your first fan!
Current band members:
Nigel, Competent Vocalist
Quebecca, Competent Silenceist
Bagpipes Debbie, Adequate Bagpiper and Adequate Kazooist
Harun, Competent Cricket Bat Player, Dabbling Tambourinest and Dabbling Rugby Player
Current key influences: the death growl, silence, Scotland, Peruvian Cricket Music
((Oh yeah, so 1 – I’m doing exploding dice rtd style rolls for the actions that need to be resolved, as far as possible, which is why booking a gig didn’t go so well, and 2 – well, what is a suggestion game meant to do? It’s not something I’m used to. Really, I just want to trace Nigel’s magical journey through the world of cutting edge folk, and describe as best words can the stupendous music I am sure you might help him create oh and also 3 – is it customary to show the replies in the post? Or just to trust that the GM can count or something?))