Blake Solomon
04/22/07, 02:12 AM
Bombshell – To Hell With Motives
Label: Indianola Records
Release Date: July 18, 2006
Author Note: I’m working on my first play. The work, entitled To Hell with Hell, is about a young band, let’s call them Bombshell, and their search for that elusive, perfect sound. Because I love you, here is a scene I recently finished. This is a FICTIONAL play, by the way.
Setting: The employee break room at a Blockbuster in upstate South Carolina
Cast:
Chris Stephens: vocals, guitar
Jesse Neal: vocals, "synthesizer"
Matt Simmons: guitar, whisper tracks?
Tim Cameron: bass, screams/growls
Austin Creech: drums!
Chris: OK, now that we’ve got a kick ass name and some rad T-shirts, we can pick a style of music. I have a high-pitched, soaring voice and lots of trite opinions. Obviously, I’m leaning towards…
Austin: Retro, New-Wave, piano punk?
Chris: Idiot.
Tim: Well, I do this pretty neat growl when my dog, Sir Richardz, gets out of line.
Chris: Hmmm, I sing, you growl. Austin loves the double bass, even when it’s not appropriate. All signs seem to be pointing to…
Austin: Joining Victory Records?
Chris: Fool! We are on Indianola! They get us.
Tim: By the way, my throat gets real sore from growling too much, I can’t do it on every song.
Chris: That’s fine, all the more windows for me to shatter. But, we still need a breakdown in each song.
Jesse: Hey, can we tell people that I play the synthesizer?
Chris: But you don’t.
Jesse: It can't be that hard. Just give me a pair of artsy glasses; the kids will eat it up. “Bombshell is sooo sophisticated.”
Chris: All right, fine. I’m stoked to get in the studio. I already have a song called “HxC”, which, you know, is teh sex. Tim, if you can manage like 4 seconds of cough-growling, I can justify the name of the song.
Tim: No problem, Sir Richardz is potty-training, so I’ve been strengthening the chords up lately.
Chris: And also, the closer is going to be acoustic. Me harmonizing with me. It's going to be like that Staind song if the dude put his finger in a mousetrap.
Matt: Since I haven’t said anything, let me just say that I can’t wait to compare our sound to Emery, Chiodos, and Saosin, yet, still call our jams original. Pop-punk is dead!
Chris: Yeah. Hopefully nobody has heard A Day To Remember, since we do the same thing as them, except with less conviction and head-banging.
Jesse: Oh well, that comes with the territory when you have a fake synth mastermind in the band. I’m willing to make the sacrifice.
Chris: Alright, we have a sound. Now one of you needs a Heroin addiction.
Austin: Don’t look at me. I’m terrified of needles.
End Scene
Label: Indianola Records
Release Date: July 18, 2006
Author Note: I’m working on my first play. The work, entitled To Hell with Hell, is about a young band, let’s call them Bombshell, and their search for that elusive, perfect sound. Because I love you, here is a scene I recently finished. This is a FICTIONAL play, by the way.
Setting: The employee break room at a Blockbuster in upstate South Carolina
Cast:
Chris Stephens: vocals, guitar
Jesse Neal: vocals, "synthesizer"
Matt Simmons: guitar, whisper tracks?
Tim Cameron: bass, screams/growls
Austin Creech: drums!
Chris: OK, now that we’ve got a kick ass name and some rad T-shirts, we can pick a style of music. I have a high-pitched, soaring voice and lots of trite opinions. Obviously, I’m leaning towards…
Austin: Retro, New-Wave, piano punk?
Chris: Idiot.
Tim: Well, I do this pretty neat growl when my dog, Sir Richardz, gets out of line.
Chris: Hmmm, I sing, you growl. Austin loves the double bass, even when it’s not appropriate. All signs seem to be pointing to…
Austin: Joining Victory Records?
Chris: Fool! We are on Indianola! They get us.
Tim: By the way, my throat gets real sore from growling too much, I can’t do it on every song.
Chris: That’s fine, all the more windows for me to shatter. But, we still need a breakdown in each song.
Jesse: Hey, can we tell people that I play the synthesizer?
Chris: But you don’t.
Jesse: It can't be that hard. Just give me a pair of artsy glasses; the kids will eat it up. “Bombshell is sooo sophisticated.”
Chris: All right, fine. I’m stoked to get in the studio. I already have a song called “HxC”, which, you know, is teh sex. Tim, if you can manage like 4 seconds of cough-growling, I can justify the name of the song.
Tim: No problem, Sir Richardz is potty-training, so I’ve been strengthening the chords up lately.
Chris: And also, the closer is going to be acoustic. Me harmonizing with me. It's going to be like that Staind song if the dude put his finger in a mousetrap.
Matt: Since I haven’t said anything, let me just say that I can’t wait to compare our sound to Emery, Chiodos, and Saosin, yet, still call our jams original. Pop-punk is dead!
Chris: Yeah. Hopefully nobody has heard A Day To Remember, since we do the same thing as them, except with less conviction and head-banging.
Jesse: Oh well, that comes with the territory when you have a fake synth mastermind in the band. I’m willing to make the sacrifice.
Chris: Alright, we have a sound. Now one of you needs a Heroin addiction.
Austin: Don’t look at me. I’m terrified of needles.
End Scene