When Brett Milano first suggested the idea of the "52 Weeks in the Life of a Rockstar" project, I guffawed.
A month or so ago, my band VAGIANT was playing at a basement show.
A band can be a fragile thing. Sometimes the chemistry is perfect – you all love nothing more than sitting around in the space chugging Clamweiser and writing Deep Purple rip-offs about how great you look in Capri pants. But sometimes the chemistry isn't so hot.
A few years before I started working at Harmonix, I got into this big argument with my roommate at the time over who should be called the “greatest front man in history.” I said Iggy Pop; she said Jason Kendall of the Amazing Royal Crowns.
It wasn't me. I swear.
I know that lots of things have changed since I was in high school.
About two years ago, my band VAGIANT was approached by our Number One Superfan, an affable chap named Wes, about playing a show in a hotel for his birthday party in Virginia.
I recently came back from my first tour with my band VAGIANT and the very badass boys of Razors in the Night.
Like many of you (okay, ALL of you) I started a band in the hopes that it would ultimately lead to bath-time make-outs with ridiculously attractive people.
I am not the popular one in my band. That would be LoWreck. Here is a sample of the type of email we receive on a fairly regular basis: