A dodo among vultures: Musings on being the last Grunge club left standing

Took me awhile to sift thru my notes from Saturday.
Turns out Tequila is not the performance enhancer they make it out to be.

I'm not what to say about saturday really other than I thought it went well. I think at this point, we've got it down to a fucking science.
This pretty much means that all nights are good except for a few that are great. Saturday was more great than good I would have to say.
A *clears throat* blow by blow account of what happened seems pointless ( If you were there you already know. If you weren't there, get your shit together and come down next time!) and won't make for particularly fun reading for you and writing for me.  So instead, this is continuation on some of the thoughts my alcohol-fueled hands scrolled down upon getting home early sunday morning.


It's fucked up. It seems just yesterday this whole thing was just a crazy idea.  And now not only has three years gone by since then, but the idea actually turned into something that has been up and running for a year.

If I'm honest I never would have guessed we would make it this far. The reason for that? Well first off, I'm a stubborn bastard who wants to do stuff the way I want to do it.
We could have doubled what we did in the past year if I had bended my rules a bit.
Since day one, even if  what we are changed a bit I always knew what we weren't.

The two rules:

We will have nothing to do with any of the major rock bars in clubs in stockholm .
We don't play Kiss, Mötley, Bon Jovi or any other of that fucking clown-shoes crap.

I've said no to Dj's I know could bring in big crowds and offers to collaborate on some pretty big things  only because it would have meant comprising and breaking these rules.

The sky has never been the limit.  We play grunge and seeing as this is not 1992. You can figure out the rest on your own.

When I started doing this I imagined that at some point it might become easy.  That has not been the case.
We are indeed a rare bird and like with anything rare, we have to struggle a bit to not become extinct.

I don't mind it though. The fact that this is at times a hard sell makes me work harder.
Half the shit we've pulled off would not have happened if I hadn't felt we actually needed to do it to get by.
As I write this I am trying to book acts for our final 2012 date.
 As always, trying to reach a little further than the time before.
Not easy ... but as probably the worlds laziest overachiever, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Cheers to one more year and maybe even a few more after that.

Fancy seeing me here.

It's weird.

Very weird in fact.

I've had a hundred ideas of stuff I would love to talk about here during the last few months.

Tons of stuff! Gallons (or cubic liters liters if you roll metric) of interesting, relevant, funny and very Beardworks kind of ideas.

I forgot every last one of them.

I still feel like trying to get this thing rolling again though, so I'm gonna do my best to wing it and see where we end up.

I'm sitting here in a apartment alone with a snoring dog at my side as I write this
I really wish there was anything around me that sparked something  I could draw on and maybe make this at least a little redeeming considering the lack of activity here.
A bad generic cop show (CSI: Tenerife or some such) and the dog are all that is going on here.

It's hard writing these things without being either really pissed or really excited about something.

Looking thru some of my old posts, I realize that it has been way too long and far between updates.

So here's what I plan on doing about it:

I promise at least 9 updates per year as well as jotting down some thoughts following each Bar Misfits and the forthcoming podcast (more on that next time).

Sound good?

I'll take that silence as a "huh?".


Until we meet again.

Everything is a thing.

It never ceases to amaze and annoy me how difficult it seems for people to take a joke these days.
The second anyone opens their mouth people are there to judge it, dissect it and explain what is wrong with what the person just said.

This is mostly an internet thing of course. In real life situations, no one would dare start an argument. No no.. those kind of things are handled via tweets and facebook comments.

When people are hiding behind the shield that is their profile picture / avatar they get very brave and feel the need to assert their beliefs and ideals into any situation where they have a window to do so.
People love telling others their opinions on things.
I can get that. Of course I can.
Why the hell would I have a blog if I didn't to some degree feel the need to do that very thing?

Having said that, why do people feel the need to turn everything into a thing?

This whole rant was triggered earlier today when I made a joke about how men complain that when they have a really bad cold, it somehow surpasses the level of discomfort women feel during child-birth.
I'm not gonna re-post the whole damn thing here , since it was just a silly joke and was meant to be taken as one. Also, it was not that funny.
I can say that the point was that men who do this are just trying to big themselves up and need to stop whining.

Of course, people leaped on this and starting poking at it.

Surprise, surprise… just guys. Some of them just pointing out obvious logic gaps, some just not quite getting what I meant and one self-proclaimed mens rights activist ( yeah.. like we need those).

This was meant as a silly comment but turned into to this huge thing that actually went on for a few hours.

So this huge thing came out of a harmless bit of fun. This is not the first time this has happened to me.



Sometimes a joke is just a joke and should be treated as such. The reason why? A lot of jokes don't really work if you poke at them too much, so leave them alone!

But again, this is largely an internet thing.
You wouldn't hear this in a bar anywhere:

Man 1: So, a horse walks into a bar, orders a beer and says…
Man 2: Hang on! How did the horse learn to talk?!
Man 2: Ok, so he didn't talk he just pointed at stuff. Anyway he's sitting there drinking his beer and..
Man 2: Horses really shouldn't drink alcohol you know...

It wouldn't happen! It's just a dumb joke.
If I however were to doll it up, use a narrative that no longer obliviously makes it joke and posted it facebook, I can imagine a few people poking at it.

I can fully understand and admire trying to champion your beliefs but when we're rapidly getting to the level where we very well could find ourselves discussing the ethics of enabling the alcohol abuse of horses...

So the moral? Well, since I can't see this problem stopping any time soon it would be:

Be funny but not clever unless you want a debate on your hands.



And with that, I will leave you for this time.

Slightly feverishly yours,
Beard

Dramatic pause

....and we're back!