After having grown tired of searching for the music scene here in Bavaria, we’ve decided to just create it ourselves. The buddymollys added another notch on the ol' gig belt Saturday when we played a few ditties at an open mic night.
But maybe I should qualify the term “open mic.” For most people, open mic means a smoky pub with a microphone stand and a random assortment of poets and folk singers. In this case, the only similarity was the word “random.”
Don’t get me wrong, there were definitely some talented folks there. One guy rocked an a cappella rendition of an R&B song; another did a hilarious impression of Prince’s “Kiss”; and a girl aroused the entire audience with a sultry, dancing-singing number from “Chicago” (wow); but as the night wore on, we began to realize it really wasn’t an open mic at all.
Instead, we had stumbled into this parallel universe where one of the high school drama students had stolen a key to the auditorium and they all decided to have a party to rehearse their lines and get “wacky.” Except we’re not in high school, and karaoke isn’t open mic.
This became overtly clear when the majority of the performers came back on stage to give what was left of the audience some “improv” comedy.
Despite all this, though, we were still happy to be able to play few more songs and work on reducing our stage fright. We sang a folky version of “Prince of Bel-Air” and followed up with the Violent Femmes “Blister in the Sun” (see partial clip above).
I even made my solo debut with a poem called “Damn” I wrote 10 years and finally put some chords to (the solo album is still being mastered in the studio).
All in all, we had a blast and hopefully if we continue to build it, the music scene will come.