Week Three: Sunday Who: Sophie and Bas Where:Studio7 When: Sometime between 9:30 and 10:30 What: Ummm... Hi Daddy!
The Stepford Wives. First night at Studio Seven, though not their first night anywhere. This was, by far, their biggest gig yet, even if Studio Seven specialized in local acts. Still, how they did here would make all the difference in theith immediate futures. It was a foot in the door kind of venue and whether you did well here or sucked, it would enfluence whether others hired you. Not to mention the exposure was the absolute best they could hope to have at this juncture.
Like their audience and even the club employees, most of The Stepford wives had something in their system. But they weren’t complete idiots and none wanted to be wasted tonight. At least not yet. After the show would be a great time for that. They’d all done a few lines, shared an eight ball just before they took the stage. Gave them great energy, though Sophie had balance it, took a little of the edge off, by smoking a bowl. She wanted energy, not anxiety.
Needless to say, she was beyond happy with her feeling, and just as happy with the sound of their set. Even better, the feedback they were getting from the audience. That was a greater high then any of the other shit any of them put in their bodies.
The set began with an intense energy with Burn ‘em Down and continued when Sophie took ver the lead vocals on the lewd Cumming into My Own. With the audience reeling she carried them straight into a caustic cover of the Distillers’ Hate Me. Finally, after Psycho Bitches out of Hell Sophie relinquished the vocals once more to concentrate her energy on guitar, and a nice glass of water. That Distillers song was hell on her throat.
God this was fun. Too bad Maggie would never appreciate it the way Sophie did. Not to mention she really would freak on some of the shit coming out of her little girl’s mouth.