|Date: February 13, 10:47 AM To: Taylor (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Eric (email@example.com) Subject: Sent in demo|
Okay, so we managed to get into a studio this past weekend and we recorded a three-song demo. We were going to do "Heroin" by Lou Reed but we barely had enough time to finish three. Nick (he's kind of our manager guy) took a disc into the promoter's office. Haven't heard anything yet, but it's only been a few hours. Do you guys have any pull with the promoters regarding who gets chosen?
Talk to you soon,
|Date: Feb 14, 4:12 PM To: Eric (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Taylor (email@example.com) Subject: re: Sent in demo|
No, we really don't have much contact with these guys. When I saw we were going back through Garrison Valley, I asked one of our road guys for the itinerary. I got the promoter's info for you off that. All this touring is being put together by our label, and we really don't really have anything to do with the bookings. We're just in a bus, they drive us around, and we keep playing shows.
It's nuts. We're going around the eastern U.S. right now. We did these little clubs in these massive cities, playing Washington, Philadelphia, New York. We're in Buffalo right now, and the weather is horrible. After we get home from this we only have about a week, and then we go across Canada again, and then we have to do ten shows in California and the South-West.
Not that I'm complaining, it's just exhausting, that's all. Will you have anywhere for a tired girl to crash when we come through Garrison Valley?
Look forward to seeing you, and Happy Valentine's by the way.
|Date: February 15, 2:53 PM To: Taylor (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Eric (email@example.com) Subject: Place to crash|
Wow, that's a surprising subject to bring up. Um, since you guys are on that bus, I didn't think you would need places to crash. That would be pretty awkward. Do you remember my girlfriend? She's the girl that got beat up at the show and was up on stage with us. I moved out of my apartment and I'm actually staying with her right now. Also, I mentioned to her that we fooled around a little bit on the tour bus, and as you can imagine, that didn't sit well with her. She's cool with us playing the gig with you guys, but she probably wouldn't be really cool with us having you stay over.
Sorry if that makes things awkward.
Hope to hear from you soon,
|Date: Feb 15, 4:48 PM To: Eric (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Taylor (email@example.com) Subject: ??????????????|
Eric, why would you tell her about all that? Like you said, we were just fooling around. Not serious. You didn't need to say anything about it. I'm sorry if it caused problems with you and your girlfriend, but I really don't want to be involved with anything like that.
I let you guys know about this gig to try and help you out, as a band. We thought you were a fun bunch of guys, and we would be happy to have you play with us again. But nobody is looking for drama. I hope you get the gig, and if we can't hang out, that's fine. I really did just want to help out your band.
|Date: February 15, 11:27 PM To: Taylor (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Eric (email@example.com) Subject: re: ??????????????|
Oh man, this got so heavy so fast like it's suddenly just crazy. Sorry I am so high right now. I am living with Lise and her brother and this guy sells pot and we end up getting so high here it's just ridiculous. This was such a weird day. Remember Ryan my guitar player, he was on the bus partying with us the night that we made out although the whole incident is pretty fuzzy to me because of all the hard stuff that was going around. His girlfriend, Emily (she was on the bus too, so she knew that we made out, which was one of the reasons I eventually told Lise about it, because I didn't want her to hear it from a third person) Emily is doing this weird little video documentary about Riot Band as we get back together for the university's shitty newspaper's website. She's been shooting tons of stuff with Ryan, because they're sleeping together so she's always around him, but she interviewed me today and I was going over and rehashing all the stories about how the band got together and how we broke up, and how we got back together with a new lineup, and it was just like, sitting there pouring my heart out to this girl and her camera, and I could tell that Emily was totally trying to get me to open up and stuff, because she's this real amateur psychologist, and she's always trying to manipulate people, and she showed up for the interview wearing this really low cut top so her boobs were just like THERE because I think she thought I would trust her, or want to impress her by really opening up or something like that, like I would give a better interview if she was attractive. And I was thinking, does Ryan know you're dressing like this to interview me? What's up? What's your motivation?
It's not like I'm attracted to her anyway. I have to be honest, I'd be more interested in a girl like you, who is actually doing things, instead of just asking other people what they're doing. I know there are creative aspects to journalism and all that, but it's just not interesting to me. I'd rather make things up...
Sorry if I got on a rant there. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about interviews all night, because why did I do that? Why did I let her interview me? Did it help the band in any way? Did I do it to help her out? What's in it for me? Did I earn fans by sharing my personality with people who visit a university newspaper's website? Will people like the band more if I tell them all of our inside shit?
I do definitely want to see you when you come here and I totally want us to hang out. I'm just saying, it's not going to be cool for you to spend the night here. But I want to mention that it's really amazing to me that you wanted to crash at my place after just meeting me for such a brief time. I don't know what you had planned, and it breaks my heart to say it, but I'll have to pass.
Hope everything is cool and I didn't make things weird and awkward because I think you're really cool and I really want to hang out with you.
Talk to you soon,
|Date: Feb 16, 5:12 PM To: Eric (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Taylor (email@example.com) Subject: re: re: ??????????????|
I am just bewildered, man. Never phone, text or email when you're drunk or high, Eric. It does not look good. How am I supposed to respond to all that?
Okay, first of all, when we're on the road we're stuck in a cramped, stinky bus. There isn't a proper shower. When we're on a long trip, the opportunity to grab a shower is so valuable, and that's what crashing is about. It's a chance to get properly clean. If you thought it was about some secret rendezvous or something, then you must have misunderstood my intentions. It's worthwhile knowing someone in a city you're visiting so that you have somewhere to go to get refreshed. Do you think we're checking into fancy hotels every night?
So, if I said anything to make you think that I was interested in anything more than just a place to get cleaned up, I'm sorry.
If you can or can't hang out, it doesn't really matter. It's fine either way. If you get the gig or you don't, it doesn't matter. I've got to be honest, I don't really want to touch any of it now.
So, good luck getting the gig. I'm sure we'll cross paths at some point.
|Date: February 15, 11:27 PM To: Taylor (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Eric (email@example.com) Subject: re: re: re: ??????????????|
I just read what I wrote to you last night. I'm so sorry, I had no idea what I was talking about, and I know a lot of it sounds really strange. Nice of me to say "I hope this doesn't make things awkward" right after saying a whole bunch of awkward stuff, isn't it?
So, there's nothing really for me to say except that I've made a fool out of myself and damaged a potential friendship and music relationship for myself and my band. I'm really sorry, and I think maybe I let you get the wrong idea.
I know that some stuff happened on the bus. I'm not sure exactly what happened, and it would be understandable if either of us misinterpreted what happened and what it meant. After getting your email suggesting we try to get the opening spot for you, I got the idea we were friends and you were trying to help us out, and I didn't expect anything beyond that.
Then you email and ask if you can crash at my place. What am I supposed to think, right? I think to myself, we made out once and I don't even know how far we went, and now she's asking to stay overnight at my place. I hope you can understand my confusion and not judge me too harshly.
As for all that other stuff, I'm sorry, I just had a whirling head-full of pot. I don't know if I've ever written a long letter like that when I was high. Ignore the whole bunch of it.
I hope we can still be friends. I'll know within the next day or two if we get the gig. I hope we do. We've invested a lot to get this done, and I know we can do an amazing show on a big stage. I'd be really happy if we were on good terms when it happened.
All the best,
|Date: Feb 17, 3:31 PM To: Eric (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Taylor (email@example.com) Subject: okay|
Okay, Eric, I see where you're coming from. But let me tell you where I'm coming from. We've been on the road for months. I'm completely exhausted all the time, and we're barely covering our expences, which means we're basically doing this for free. The only fun I have is when I'm onstage, talking with fans or the other bands after the show, and sleeping. The bus party we had after the show in Garrison Valley is the exception, not the rule.
We don't usually party and we don't usually drink much. And we don't usually get laid. It's hard to think about getting laid when you haven't had a shower in three days. So when I mentioned crashing, I really wasn't thinking about a hookup.
I hope we can be friends. But seriously, if your girlfriend is worried about me, tell her I am a completely neutral party.
And since you're dying to know, I let you feel my boobs in front of everybody, and then we made out for a few minutes in the sleeping area at the back. Not much beyond that. A random grope maybe. And we talked about it right then: you have a girlfriend and we were getting carried away with ourselves. So no weirdness, we decided to just go and see each other next time.
Let's not talk about this crap anymore, okay? And when we see each other in Garrison Valley, let's just play it cool. The last thing I need at this point is more stress.
Talk to you later,
|Date: February 15, 5:41 PM To: Taylor (firstname.lastname@example.org) From: Eric (email@example.com) Subject: problem solved|
Hey Taylor. I'm glad everything is clear between us, but it looks like it will be a non-issue anyway. Nick just found out that the promoter chose a different band. We're not playing the gig.
Maybe next time,
2010, Nolan Whyte