Tuesday, July 08, 2003
SAVING YOU THE TROUBLE OF DIGESTING MY SOUR GRAPES
I spent a half an hour writing something that was essentially me crying in my beer about the ignominy of having the Warped Tour come to town, my town, and not be invited to play, despite our somewhat baffling but sparsely reported success on the tour two years ago. For all intents and purposes, the Squad is once again, for about the third or fourth time, a dead band, with no current relevance or market value. We are outflanked by an industry that rewards marketing success over the much more dubious performance skills, and etc. and etc. I'm not normally bitter, stubborn perhaps, even cynical and taciturn (I've had to bite my tongue on this one a long-ass time), but not bitter. But I never thought they'd ever figure out a way to play the Pomona Fairgrounds and not invite us. One thing is apparent:
We just don't cut it.
So here is a brief cyberspace recap of our 2001 tour, based on easily obtainable documents:
We kicked ass in Wisconsin. Here's Bikini Girl, here's Panda Man. Note the position of the D-Squad in the headline. This is Rolling Stone, for crying out loud. Even if you click on 311, AFI, or the Misfits, it says the same thing: the Squad was one of the four top bands at that stop. That begs a question - how the hell did you pull that off? Weren't you playing in front of nobody? Just about.
Here's an article from Cleveland Scene magazine, that explains just how hard it was to get noticed on our beloved Ernie Ball stage. Well, damn, you say, to go from nowhere to Rolling Stone must be impressive on some level?
Hell, we're just getting started. How about the New York show? Here again are Bikini Girl and a whole page of Panda Man. A whole page.
Well, so, what have you done for us lately? Well, here we are at last years Doo Dah Parade. And look at these pictures from the show at Qtopia's last month. Here's Bikini Girl and Panda Man again, and here are great close-ups of their asses.
No I guess none of this is as good as the kid band that can sell 200 CD's a week over the internet. Give me a fucking break.
I spent a half an hour writing something that was essentially me crying in my beer about the ignominy of having the Warped Tour come to town, my town, and not be invited to play, despite our somewhat baffling but sparsely reported success on the tour two years ago. For all intents and purposes, the Squad is once again, for about the third or fourth time, a dead band, with no current relevance or market value. We are outflanked by an industry that rewards marketing success over the much more dubious performance skills, and etc. and etc. I'm not normally bitter, stubborn perhaps, even cynical and taciturn (I've had to bite my tongue on this one a long-ass time), but not bitter. But I never thought they'd ever figure out a way to play the Pomona Fairgrounds and not invite us. One thing is apparent:
We just don't cut it.
So here is a brief cyberspace recap of our 2001 tour, based on easily obtainable documents:
We kicked ass in Wisconsin. Here's Bikini Girl, here's Panda Man. Note the position of the D-Squad in the headline. This is Rolling Stone, for crying out loud. Even if you click on 311, AFI, or the Misfits, it says the same thing: the Squad was one of the four top bands at that stop. That begs a question - how the hell did you pull that off? Weren't you playing in front of nobody? Just about.
Here's an article from Cleveland Scene magazine, that explains just how hard it was to get noticed on our beloved Ernie Ball stage. Well, damn, you say, to go from nowhere to Rolling Stone must be impressive on some level?
Hell, we're just getting started. How about the New York show? Here again are Bikini Girl and a whole page of Panda Man. A whole page.
Well, so, what have you done for us lately? Well, here we are at last years Doo Dah Parade. And look at these pictures from the show at Qtopia's last month. Here's Bikini Girl and Panda Man again, and here are great close-ups of their asses.
No I guess none of this is as good as the kid band that can sell 200 CD's a week over the internet. Give me a fucking break.
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