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just got back from a week of debauchery on bourbon st


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Took a short vaca to the one and only Bourbon St, New Orleans. It was a week of debauchery, and nothing but. Thank god I cannot remember most of it because I would surely cringe with shame. I do know, however, that 3/4 of my friends there are not returning my phone calls today.

 

Bridges burned? Maybe.

 

On the other hand, I'm sure if I could remember it, there's a song to be written about the copious amounts of illicit substances consumed, women screwed, confrontations instigated and other megalomaniac and - perhaps psychotic - behavior.

 

However, the point of this post is that I picked up the keyboard and guitar today to resume my vocal studies and found that I could hardly carry a tune, my tone sounded like cancerous bullfrogs croaking, and the 1.5 years of study had been reversed. Granted, my vocal abilities were far from professional before-hand, but they have regressed to a point to where I was BEFORE I began taking this stuff seriously.

 

I gave up after 5 minutes because I was horrible beyond belief.

 

Words of encouragement are desperately needed.

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Aw Dukey, don't worry.

 

1. As Consume said, you've probably been yelling and talking loudly...also you may have abused your body, not just your voice, in various fun ways while you were away, and all of this contributes to taking a toll on the voice...

 

2. When you have many years of experience combined with a "natural" inclination to find singing and vocal stuff easy and fairly effortless, taking a week off would have minimal effect on your voice once you return to singing...however, when you don't have that much experience and find singing not so effortless to begin with, taking a week off DOES tend to negatively affect your voice quite a bit...as you've now found.

 

But don't worry...you'll get it back. Just take it easy but be consistent in your exercises and you'll be back in no time!

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Well I'll assume you went to clubs and stuff to drink and pick up women. Those places are always loud and in your drunken state you may have shouted a wee bit and that will always wreak havoc on one's voice for the next few days.

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Having some trouble after a break is not unusual. You won't have to relearn everything--in fact you'll find that you come back very quickly to the place you were at before the debauchery.

 

Not that I speak from first-hand experience.....;)

 

Been thinking myself of going to NOLA. I've never been there before, and the music, the t*tties! :love:

 

Did you earn any beads?

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I haven't sung a single thing for over 2 months now, and the other day I tried and...it's not as easy as it used to be. So for me, I'm having to begin again in certain ways...it sucks. A week has no effect on me...even a month...but 2 months? That's too long to just pick up where I left off.

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Singing is like any other activity, the more you do it, the better you get, unless you are Duke and then it's just pointless! I sing a lot better in weeks that I have practice on Monday, then play Thursday and Saturday, those are the best weeks vocaly. Enough time to rest the voice fully and continuos singing enough so that the ear and voice are still properly conected!

 

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Yeah, well I remember a couple stories. Good times.

 

The first bar I was expelled from, I tried to use the bartender's cleavage as a coin slot. I had some change from my drink order. I figured I'd give her a tip. Her cleavage beckoned me to slide my tip into it as a gift for her. Well, I slid a quarter in there. I figured she would appreciate my good taste and wit. Well, she wasn't too happy and radioed the bouncers to escort me to the exit.

 

I was later at a heavy metal bar. I ordered a jack & coke. The stupid bartendress put a straw in my jack and coke. Can you really have more of a masculine drink than a Jack & Coke at a heavy metal bar and get a freakin straw in it? Needless to say, this situation needed to be rectified. I politely told her jack & cokes do not come with straws, because it's uncool to suck a jack & Coke from a straw. She said she didn't care. I threw a fit - really, how could she be so careless? - and I decided to throw my straw at her boobs to show my disgust. She shone a flashlight on me, a signal for the bouncer to again escort me to the front door.

 

Later, I thought it would be fun to go to a witchcraft and voodoo shop and bargain with the priestess to help me teleport to the land of Boom, where I was once an esteemed Duke before being thrown to planet Earth. She said she had no spells for this, but I told her I didn't believe her and kept telling her that she does, she does, she does and I need it now or I would put a curse on her. She didn't take to kindly to this and went to phone the police, but I exited the situation on my own before they could be called in. Indeed, I had already had a pair of cuffs thrown on me in a misunderstanding the day earlier. The cuffs were immediately removed once the situation was explained and the officer realized he was mistaken to act so brashly. However, I didn't want to wear those shiny bracelets again.

 

And these fun things happened while it was still light out. When the sun came down and darkness enveloped the city, that's when the real crazy {censored} happened.

 

Yes, good times, good times.

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Aww, HAHAHA! You are too sweet, Vardy! Are you in England still?? How is it?? Did you escape those crazy riots!??

 

 

Yep, still in England. Loving it here, went to Thorpe Park today and had my first ride on a proper roller coaster. It was amazing!!!!!

The riots didn't get me, but the Tesco's down the road from where I'm staying closed early one night we were there because of the

riots and police warnings to them.

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Took a short vaca to the one and only Bourbon St, New Orleans. It was a week of debauchery, and nothing but. Thank god I cannot remember most of it because I would surely cringe with shame. I do know, however, that 3/4 of my friends there are not returning my phone calls today.


Bridges burned? Maybe.


On the other hand, I'm sure if I could remember it, there's a song to be written about the copious amounts of illicit substances consumed, women screwed, confrontations instigated and other megalomaniac and - perhaps psychotic - behavior.


However, the point of this post is that I picked up the keyboard and guitar today to resume my vocal studies and found that I could hardly carry a tune, my tone sounded like cancerous bullfrogs croaking, and the 1.5 years of study had been reversed. Granted, my vocal abilities were far from professional before-hand, but they have regressed to a point to where I was BEFORE I began taking this stuff seriously.


I gave up after 5 minutes because I was horrible beyond belief.


Words of encouragement are desperately needed.

 

 

 

 

 

Cool story bro

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This thread just wreaks of "I get no {censored} so I've gotta invent delusional stories of conjecture and fantasy to prove that my lame ass antics/beta male persona can yield some kind of sexual reward of a vaginal origin without having to rape/pay for it" -when in reality you don't even have the needed game to bed a one legged, meth-addicted, pre (or) post-op hermaphrodite from Bangkok!

 

Amirite?

 

Someone in this thread called it: Pics or it didn't happen.

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