soundcheck sludge (andrew)
darwin chows down on an English brekkie after performing at the MTV studios in London
The Darwin Deez soundchecks have descended into entropy. After the standard KICK KICK SNARE SNARE, some bass guitar, some center vocal, there comes the time when the guy at the soundboard says, “Now how ‘bout you lads go through a song.” We used to give a pretty accurate carbon copy of our live performance, but slowly, steadily, Darwin began improvising his singing (to keep from getting bored, I assume), slowing and speeding the notes in the oddest rhythms, crooning up and down various bizarre melodic runs. Inevitably, the rest of the band became antsy as well, and now Cole and I noodle around, improvising loosely in and out of the song, until we are swimming in a sludge of what barely resembles “Up in the Clouds.” I assume the soundmen are usually experiencing our band for the first time, the live version of us, anyway, and I am certain that each one of them are only thinking, “What talentless, unlistenable SHIT kids are into these days.”