
Whew! Four bands down and one to go!
Who knew it would be so hard to follow through with my goal of visiting one practice of every 6MLv5 band? I mean I actually thought I'd see y'all once before January and then
again before the May show! Of course, I had also thought I'd be blogging several times a week, too. This morning I went back and read every blog that was posted this season and realized that in most of my posts I'm apologizing for one thing or another. So, let's get that out of the way right now...I'm sorry.
This past Saturday (yes I know it's Thursday! I
said I was "sorry"!), I visited Jay's house to witness MegaMuff. Sadly, frontman Dave E. was not in attendance, but I went anyway, partly because I figured it would be my last chance before May 29th, but also because I was bored silly and Jay didn't say I couldn't. Let me commence this report by stating that Jay's basement is truly awesome and is a close rival to Mike's Frog Bar as far as alltime favorite practice spaces (no offense to Brian - phenomenal basement - but located in East Jesus, Wisconsin). And I'm pretty sure that I was in a bar, once, in the Iron Range somewhere that is a near replica of Jay's basement.
Aaaany-Hoo, MegaMuff is a hair band tribute, meaning all original songs done "in the style of" that genre of music. Jay is the shredder guitarist, Greg is the drummer, Chad on bass, and Dave on microphone baloney pony (that's not how they described it, I had to clean it up a little). I heard most of their set, with Jay doing double duty on guitar and vox, and found it to be highly entertaining! They are definately true to the genre with finger-tapping, double bass, whammy bars, and of course the obligatory hair band ballad. Most of their songs have the word rock, love("luv"), or both in the title and deliver refreshingly clear messages. There's no point in cryptic vagueries; when these guys say, "We're gonna' rock an' we're gonna' get naughty!", that's
exactly what they mean!
Later, some good laughs emerged as the boys shared war stories from their heavy metal past around the firepit. Unfortunately, I missed them because Marc S. had dropped by to talk about fishing and I got distracted. Here's two, though, that were re-told:
While Jay was performing in North Dakota local legend,
Sure Phitt, someone apparently switched the "S" and the "P" around on their poster promoting their next show. When Greg was in
Demonic Discharge, a recently acquired lead singer (think Pantera - shaved head, army fatigue cut-off shorts, combat boots, Cookie Monster vox...got it?)evidently never memorized any lyrics. In the first song at his first show he got frustrated, dove off stage into the mosh-pit and was never...ever...seen again... Whoa! Well, maybe that dude will somehow turn up at the Triple Rock on Friday, May 29th. He would surely feel the luv of MegaMuff if he did! Rock on people, the day is soon upon us!