The Real World Of A Rock Star: Generic Instant Oatmeal
Here’s the Real World of a rock star: I take an empty cab home from the East Village through the rainy New York City streets; I hump my amp, two guitars and suitcase full of cables and CDs up four flights of stairs; now I’m wolfing down generic instant oatmeal. It’s 1:27 a.m.
Tonight was surreal. We opened — bullshit — and set the fucking bar sky high. When I was asked to be a part of this “MTV Newsapalooza,” I was just happy to be a included — we online types are always on the nerd fringe — despite the fact that I’ve been rockin’ NYC since these guys were in BIO 101. So we played first, what of it?
So there I was, post-show, clutching the MTV News-cubed microphone, DV cam pointed at my stupid mug, bathed in cold white light.
“Why did this take shape now?”
I dunno’. I’ve been playing NYC for years, these guys just caught up.
“Did you ever think your videos would be on MTV?”
Absofuckinglutely. Ever since I moved to New York.
“Is this a battle of the bands?”
No, we blew the roof off the place, end of story.
So, whatever. It was fun. We killed it. Really.