Yes…You read it correctly…I want to get my all female band going. Here are my requirements…All members must be over 35, have been divorced at LEAST once and really don’t give a crap what other people think because they spent too much of their lives worrying over it. They must also be comfortable with being called bytches because that will be part of our band name. If members do have kids, the kids must think their moms are “cool” for this or they will be allowed to force said children into servitude as our roadies–and believe me, my boys do not want to have to make a middle of the night M&M run to the store! Damned straight!
“Bytch Cassidy!” Has a nice ring to it, I think…
WE must use the cartoon I drew years ago which depicted an interesting political climate in the 1970’s. I drew it in 8th grade. We draw straws for the art on the back cover.
General rules: Don’t leave the toilet seat up. Do pick up after yourself and don’t leave money on the bus! It can get ripped off!
Needed: bass player, drummer, lead guitarist and a possible 2nd guitarist. If you are good at reading/writing the music, that’s even better.
Management…What the hell? Deal with that when we get to that point…
Aside from that there is a song right off the top of my head I refuse to do and that is “Fancy”. I hate that song. I see nothing so great about pimping out one’s own kid no matter how bad things get. Sorry.
Anyway, there is my take on it…All members must have a good sense of humor and some dry wit working for them. A little laughter goes a long way. Now here’s a clip of that famous, kick ass song I’d love to cover:
None of the Above–Again…This is one of the best songs Duran Duran ever did…
Now girls! Any takers?