Battle of the Bands

I was a judge last night in a local Battle of the Bands, and it was one of the hardest jobs I've ever had. There were four of us: me, the professor, the kid, and the big guy. The professor tried to run the whole thing, the kid pissed me off, and the big guy was pretty cool. My favorite band got second, and I had to fight for that.

I also witnessed a disturbing thing that has me bummed a bit. When the bands were playing I was jamming. My head was a bopping and my feet were tapping while I was sitting in the judges row. Twice, I saw high school kids point me out to their friends, like I was some kind of freak. Some middle-aged woman head banging.

It really is fucking with my psyche. I mean, I've been jamming since before the little fuckers were born. Why did I feel so freakish?

Oh well, oh by the way, the bio's they read for us were pretty funny. The professor wrote some long-ass, long-winded thing about his vast musical experience, and the kid wrote a brief little list of his musical talents, and the big guy has been in an impressive number of bands covering different genres. So when it came time to write mine, I had to get creative:

"Lisa Calvin played drums in 5th grade, and was a violinist in high school. Later, she turned sex educator and now teaches journalism at the high school."