The bar we used to hang out at was near a local recording studio.
Tea party were recording and would go to the bar for drinks.
I recognised the singer and introduced myself and my mates. He was super nice and thrilled that we knew who he was. My mates were musicians and he would talk shop with them.
The other guitarist/bassist was chill and would talk hockey and movies. The drummer wanted nothing to do with us and just sat on the side drinkinig.
At one point I went to the toilets and heard a loud snort. Two band members exited a stall, saw me, laughed and offered me a line.
I accepted, as one should.
Went back and kept chatting.
We probably ran into them 3-4 times in a span of a month and they remembered us each time.
Few months later they were shooting a video at my uni and had no idea who we were, but we're still nice.
Kids and I are going through videos on YouTube and we stumbled on The Tea Party (Canadian rock band from the 90s and 00s)
Is it appropriate to tell my kids that I've hung out with the band at a bar and the recording studio.
And yes...many, many lines of Columbiab marching powder are featured in the stories.
Omitting stuff and white lies are ok to protect young ears. They don't need to know all the details. 😉
That's what I'm thinking...at the same time my son asked me the other day how do I get my rice paper rolls , rolled so tightly.
I told him it was luck and about 20 years of unrelated practice
So many great tracks…
I want to hear the story!!! I fucking love that band!!!
The bar we used to hang out at was near a local recording studio.
Tea party were recording and would go to the bar for drinks.
I recognised the singer and introduced myself and my mates. He was super nice and thrilled that we knew who he was. My mates were musicians and he would talk shop with them.
The other guitarist/bassist was chill and would talk hockey and movies. The drummer wanted nothing to do with us and just sat on the side drinkinig.
At one point I went to the toilets and heard a loud snort. Two band members exited a stall, saw me, laughed and offered me a line.
I accepted, as one should.
Went back and kept chatting.
We probably ran into them 3-4 times in a span of a month and they remembered us each time.
Few months later they were shooting a video at my uni and had no idea who we were, but we're still nice.