Punk
At a crowded house party, several friends and I were listening to a punk band who were performing in the house's living room. At one point, a friend shouted, "Hey Matt, you should get up there and play something!"
I shook my head, making excuses about my mediocre guitar playing. The singer/guitarist, however, had overheard the comment, and said, "Yeah, Matt, come on up here — it'll be fun!"
A little bashfully I walked over to him and took his guitar as he handed it over.
"What do I play?" I asked.
"I dunno," he answered. "Anything. Make something up. We don't care. . . ."
So, shrugging my shoulders a bit, I started beating out the simplest three-chord progression I could muster, the rest of the band quickly joined in, and, like magic, started making up a song on the spot:
Everyone in the room cheered loudly, and I, after taking a little bow, gave the guitar back and rejoined the rest of the party.
I shook my head, making excuses about my mediocre guitar playing. The singer/guitarist, however, had overheard the comment, and said, "Yeah, Matt, come on up here — it'll be fun!"
A little bashfully I walked over to him and took his guitar as he handed it over.
"What do I play?" I asked.
"I dunno," he answered. "Anything. Make something up. We don't care. . . ."
So, shrugging my shoulders a bit, I started beating out the simplest three-chord progression I could muster, the rest of the band quickly joined in, and, like magic, started making up a song on the spot:
You don't know how you'd feel,
If your Grandma liked to steal.
[can't remember these two lines. . . .
. . . .]
I say, "I want that candy,"
So she sneaks it in her bag.
I say, "I don't like that lady,"
So she beats the fucking hag (to death). Oh,
I kind of like it this way —
Please, let's go out and play today,
Just my Grandma, the anarchist,
My Grandma, the anarchist,
My Grandma, the anarchist,
And me....
Everyone in the room cheered loudly, and I, after taking a little bow, gave the guitar back and rejoined the rest of the party.