Well this has certainly been an interesting week thus far. At least I had a good weekend as Tessa and I took our moms and my mom's friend, Janice out to the Greenville Road Warriors hockey game at Bon Secours Wellness Arena. My mom had never been to a hockey game so she had a ball as we all did. I think we are going to have to make a more frequent occasion of this!
On Monday, I was saddened by the news of the passing of Dave Brockie better known as Oderus Urungus, frontman of the notorious shock rock band Gwar. I am, however, thankful that I did get to attend at least one Gwar show and that was just last April at the Handlebar. Having heard to great detail about the abundant amount of fake bodily fluids that get sprayed and splattered about at one of their shows, I did my best to stay at one side of the stage in order to avoid getting soaked. Despite my attempt to stay dry, it was Oderus himself who spotted my group of relatively dry soon-to-be-victims of his bountiful green demon semen which gushed from his oversized codpiece. As reluctant as I was to get soaked with the green colored liquid, I am now grateful and honored. RIP ODERUS!
Yesterday as I got to work, I ran into Nine in the stairwell who asked if I had heard that morning's show to which I replied that I had not. He then told me that there was a bit involving me and how I was, apparently, a prick.
Needless to say, as soon as I turned on my computer, I was pulling up the audio before FatBoy even had the podcast up. The bit centered around an email from a listener who had asked me for a song request which was a song that we do not play. As I am with most listeners who ask for left of center requests, I informed them that we do not play it. As with some who get news that their request is not 'up to snuff', they got offended so therefore, for being honest, I am a prick.
With the reading of the email, phone calls and texts (all of which I read) followed, 70 to 80% of which were negative and featured some stories about me that were not exactly accurate. One caller claimed that I was booed off stage at a Megadeth show at Ground Zero in Spartanburg back in December 1999. I honestly cannot remember if I was since I was just some weekend overnight jock at the time still in my rookie year. However, I am fairly certain that I wasn't still holding a grudge years later as the caller claimed.
Another caller even said that I went off on him for spilling beer on me at the Evanescence show at Littlejohn Coliseum in Clemson back in January 2012. I don't even remember the incident but, again, I am fairly certain that I would not have yelled at the guy for an accident. I asked my wife if she remembered the incident and she said she did and confirmed that I did, in fact, keep my composure. She, on the other hand, said she shot the guy a nasty look. I suppose had the guy spilt beer on my wife, I might would have been quite a bit more aggressive.
No matter how hard I strive to be a nice guy when dealing with people in the public eye, I am still going to be deemed a prick. So, with that in mind, what's the point of trying? It is much easier to just be a prick and save myself the futile effort of being the 'nice guy'. Make it so. Oderus would be proud.