Birds of turd

Crap, what happened to that extra hour? It’s already mid-morning. No matter, it will be worth it in the long run as it no longer will be getting dark by tea time.

Yesterday was a pretty quiet day in birdland. Word has it that James spent time working on some tunes in between trips to the laundromat and Sally O’Briens. Not sure how much he loved the ideas he was working on since in his Facebook profile he used the phrase “polishing a turd.”  That inspired one of his Facebook friends to post this link about a Japanese dude who actually polishes them. Who knew?!

Melissa wanted to blame something on the rain. That brought up bad memories of horrible 80s music but I think that was her intention. Thanks Melli. You’re the Scritti Politti.

John, no idea!

I had date night with the wifey. We went out to a nice romantic Italian restauant in downtown Salem followed by drinks at The Old Spot just down the block. I had three beers and I was nice and toasty. Lightweight!

Here’s photo:

Well, that’s it for now. Enjoy the extra hour of sunlight.  Too bad it’s been raining cats and airplanes.

The Birds of Play performing on Chatroulette?

 

Driving along the back roads  of Amesbury and Newton, N.H., I came upon a breakthrough: a revolutionary way of expanding our fan-base if not our name recognition: sign onto Chatroulette and let people watch us practice. Ok, I know what you’re thinking: lame-o. We’re going to get NEXTED so fast and so often that it’s going to be a complete bust. Well, admittedly, I don’t think you’ll see Melissa show her bust nor do I think one of the three bearded members will be showing their members. But the way I look at it, many of the Chatroulette crowd try to get a laugh by dressing up as Batman and dancing on the screen to the tune of “The Safety Dance.” We at least will be performing some actual music and maybe say a swear or two.

Anyways, I sent the word out about my idea to other members of tBoP and got nothing. I mean nada, zilch, dead air in terms of replies. Sigh!

[Editor's note: not surprising but someone else has beaten us to the punch in terms of marketing their band on chatroulette. The name of that band? Holy Fuck. Well, fu, Holy Fuck for stealing my idea!}

Water(key)boarding torture inflicted upon The Birds of Play

 (this photo doesn’t do justice to how much water was inside it)

It didn’t take long to determine what caused John McCarty of The Birds of Play to figure out why his keyboard all of a sudden decided to not work anymore last Sunday. As he was removing it from the keyboard stand prior to the start of Wednesday’s practice, a ton of water gushed out from underneath the keys and on to the cement floor of Melissa’s basement. How the water got into the keyboard, we aren’t sure. It was pretty freaky however and we joked that maybe the dead mice in Melissa’s basement had something to do with it (while they were alive, of course).

Well, we were lucky that John’s new keyboard came just in time for Wednesday’s practice. Here’s a photo of John tickling the keys.

It sure looks cooler and less cumbersome than the old silver one. John had a ball fiddling around with the dials, pads and keys. But after about five minutes of noodling, we booted him off the keys and back to his lead guitar duties. He came up with a really cool part to a newish James Christensen song called “Seed” that we worked on for about an hour. Afterwards, we practiced some of our songs from our Sally O’Briens set list.

Thanks again to John for ordering a new keyboard and ensuring its arrival in time for practice. He’s a great bird.

No practice on Sunday due to two birds being out of town for the weekend. We’ll be back in Melissa’s basement on Wednesday but keep your eyes open for new blog posts in the interim.

PS: Thanks to MMM for the inspiration for the blog post title.

The butt belongs to…..

Yesterday we asked you to guess who unknowingly posed for a photograph of his/her hind quarters. Well, here’s the answer….

John McCarty!

Guess the The Birds of Play butt

 

Can you guess which one of The Birds of Play posed for this ass shot during yesterday’s practice? Please submit your guesses accordingly.

Drummer fears bassist consumed by wolves

The BoP drummer is shocked that the BoP bassist has not tweeted, blogged, or Facebooked a BoP update in over 24 hours. Given his propensity for such online-media disseminations, the drummer can only assume that the bassist  is, in fact, dead.

This theory is further corroborated by this, the most recent image posted from the bassist’s coworkers’ newsblogs under the heading “Damn, our coworker is being attacked by a wolf.”

On a related, and perhaps more interesting note: the spelling of the word “corroborate” was recently featured in a Trivia Night hosted by the male singer of tBoP at a local drinking establishment. For those who are curious, the correct spelling is as shown above.

Band member (not female) obsessed with chatroulette, rehabilitation to follow.

It has been noted by one band member (female, drummer) that another band member (male, bass player, frequent blogger) has made several references to her alleged chatroulette habits.

Let it be known that one band member (female, drummer) suspects that another band member (male, bass player, frequent blogger) has far surpassed the amount of time spent logged onto the aforementioned site, as her Sunday conversation with one 17-year old Frenchman was the only chatroulette interaction experienced in the dwelling that houses The Birds of Play’s practices.

Editor’s note:  True, the female drum-playing band member did log some time in chatroulette with Brooklyn-dweller HK on the weekend of February 19th, but that was a social group activity that most certainly avoided any of the various types of scandalous behavior that would result in being Reported–a punishment  that one band member (male, bass player, frequent blogger) was subjected to on Sunday.

In short, it is suspected by one band member (female, drummer) that another band member (male, bass player, frequent blogger) is transferring  his own intense interest in chatroulette onto the reputation of another band member  (female, drummer) as he grapples with his own addiction.

Unbeknownst to this bass-playing, frequent-blogging male, tomorrow’s band rehearsal will actually be a staged intervention. No word yet on whether chatroulette sessions will be instigated so even a 24-year old Hungarian and a 34-year old Canadian can help weigh in on recovery techniques.

Our fine feathered friend, Jeremy

This is our friend, Jeremy Edmund Parker. He handled sound for us at our first gig at Sally O’Briens. Don’t judge him by this photo. He’s a very talented and acute sound dude. Thank you from coming up to Brooklyn to watch us take flight last week.  Dave

The Birds of Play averts nasty break up

 

Tempers flared at last night’s band practice after bassist Dave Rogers insisted on the above photo to represent the band in all public and online avenues.

 Fellow BoP members Melissa Misicka and James Christensen vehemently objected saying the photo was off message and didn’t further the band’s brand. Rogers countered with his now obligatory “who cares?” Fourth member John McCarty sat quiet for most of the discussion except for when he yelled at his smart phone for its inability to load his calendar in a timely fashion.

The band next meets on Sunday where it is hoped the band will write some new material and McCarty’s phone will finally work properly.

Mystery bird and an unused band name

Can you identify this mystery member of The Birds of Play? Since we all have beards (well, not Melissa) it may be a little harder to figure it out. On a side note: one of the rejected names for the band was:  Three Beards and a Babe.