Basil, Rock God

by Kevin Lawver
originally published at 09:52PM on Wednesday, June 27, 2007

We made it to the stage, and I was already starting to chafe. I’d never worn leather pants before, and they not as sexy as you’d think. They chafe, and heaven forbid you sweat. But, I’m in a band, and that’s what rock stars wear, right? I’d be more comfortable in a suit… but only that guy from AC/DC can get away right that, right?

A stagehand handed me my guitar and I threw it over my shoulder.

“I sure hope I can play…”

“What did you say, mate?”

“Oh… ‘I sure hope I get laid.’”

“Ha, keep your mind on the show, Basil.”

Three days with the band, and that’s the first time anyone had said my name… what kind of rock star name is ‘Basil’?

I didn’t have time to think about my stupid rock name. It was time to play, and I had no idea if I could. I grabbed the pick from the mic stand, held it between my fingers and got ready for the lights to come up.

“Are you ready to rock, wherever the hell we are?!”

I sure hoped I was.

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Comments

  • from Kevin Lawver:

    Sorry, I chickened out. I wanted to get the leather pants and Basil jokes in and didn’t get to seeing if he could play guitar.

  • from Crown Me Tarzan, King of Mars:

    Quick tip: Baby powder. Works wonders for the chafing.

  • from DragonAngel:

    Too funny! Light and easy to read.

    And, Tarzan, how do you know of the baby powder…hmmm?

  • from I LOVE FRANK IERO AND WILLIAM BECKETT!!!:

    really baby powder? lol! how did you know that?
    very good story,Kevin.