Davison High School Talent Show – 2/26/92

(Ingus)

Burnt Toast played two different Davison High School talent shows. We were disqualified both times.

On this occasion, we were sacked for playing too long (I convinced everyone we needed to play two songs somehow), and disorderly conduct (When he was told we played too long, and that we would not be allowed to play in the big final group number, Louis threw his sticks at the floor, which bounced up and hit Ratza. A chaperone reported that he threw them at her (not at all concerned that they hit Matt) and we were all marked for suspension from school. I forget why we were never suspended. Maybe because throwing drumsticks at a floor is a ridiculous reason to suspend someone.)

Other bands on the bill were Baseless (Ingus’ heroes… Louis hated them) a metal band called Hydrogen Forest, who played a cover of Enter Sandman, some dude that played Van Halen’s Eruption, and some other people I can’t remember. It was 17 years ago. I’m lucky I can remember that much.

We played the Lawnchair Song and Pictures of Matchstick Men. Poorly.

I drew the flyer on the back of a worksheet for psychology class. Reduce, re-use, recycle!

(Louis)

Actually, we got second place at the ‘92 talent show.  The band that won first place played “Cliffs of Dover” or something like that.  I don’t know why we weren’t disqualified for playing too long, but I clearly remember Ingus and Ratza going out to accept the check ($50, if I remember correctly).

I wasn’t mad about not playing the song with the other bands at the end, because we had the intention of playing our own encore (the only other song we knew at the time “We Can Work It Out”).  I have no idea why we thought we deserved our own encore, and even less of an idea of how we convinced the people in charge of the talent show to agree to it.

They (the bastard band of 1,000 maniacs) wouldn’t stop playing the song (Enter Sandman)…just kept going on with solo after solo.  Some lady comes up to us and screams that we had to stop them from playing anymore.  We inform her that we have no way to do that, so she demands that we sit “indian style” on the floor.  Long story slightly less long, I didn’t take to that very well.  After a short shouting match, with no small amount of swearing, she made me leave the stage area…that’s when I threw the drum sticks (those giant marching band ones) and clocked Ratza.

We didn’t get expelled because my mom yelled at the vice principal until he gave Ratza his bass back (he [the vice principal] had confiscated it at the talent show) and let you guys go.  I got detention for a week.  I only remember going one day.

How punk rock is that?  Especially the mom part.

One last comment, Mat (the artist currently known as “Ingus”) spelled my name wrong on the flyer.