THE OOPS FACTOR, or The Now That's Class Reach Around

So in the interest of a certain rigor,  i wish to discuss the concept, we have come to call "The OOPS Factor". I'm not really interested in where the term originated, but its here - mostly used by little kids when they spill something, or knock over something they had not business fucking with in the first place. the concept as i have used it over the years is much like this - a fuck up, that you know full well you are going to make, but you do it anyway, and attach the oops.

(this may turn into a review of sorts as well, but its my blog so .  .  .)
THE EXAMPLE


Friday. Now That's Class - Wonderful Fest


David and I arrived around 7:30 to be in time to see Bim Thomas and the debut of his OBNOX solo project. we there was a possibility that it would start later than the advertised time, but in an effort to not miss it, we took the chance everything was on schedule (for the most part it was, but thats a whole other blog). Bim went on around 8:30, and the place was filling up nicely. it felt like it was going to be a good night, good enthusiastic crowd, stellar line-up. ran into some friends, LJM and her crew, didn't see any people i hate (that list is slim, although i loathe quite a bit more).

Bim was awesome! him and elijah were in sync, and after watching them rehearse at our house for a few weeks, i had grown to be totally in love with this batch of songs. its rare to witness the musicians working it out, i mean we don't get a glimpse of that process that often, i have to tell you  there is a certain genius to what he's doing, beyond them being good musicians, it has a weight that i don't usually encounter in the rock music. its was gospel, it was community, and i was a part of it coming together by proxy of living in a house that can stand some quad reverb and a drum kit at all hours.

here's a bit of live footage:


so after the bim debut, we went to hanging out- i was drinking full tall glasses of Powers whiskey on the rocks, and feeling pretty good about it. while waiting for Kid Cuddles (per usual, but more on that later). i noticed a few things for one, the ratio between dudes and ladies dudes was about even, and there were some pretty people there. it was surely a summer highlight night. here's the oops happening.

this band called NO BUNNY got on the stage, and began to whip the crowd into a frenzy. the front man was wearing some sort of bunny mask, and cod-piece, nothing else. cajoling, cursing. there were moments were his interactions got serious, this one kid decides to grab the cod-piece of his tepid meat, and bunny man jumps off stage the crowd going nuts, takes this kid and slams his ass, the kid's head hits the floor like a busted watermelon. no way he walked away from it without a concussion. absolute concussion level floor smash.

the frontman, then hops back on stage, stark naked, the most average penis i've witnessed, and continues the set, like he's not naked, and getting rubbed out by the hungry, excited crowd.


THE OOPS FACTOR


1. kid, rule number one at the rock show: DO NOT TOUCH THE SINGERS PENIS, OR THE AREA MOST HETRO MEN CONSIDER THE PENIS. (FYI: this is the area from belly button, to knees.) Now you have a concussion, and oops just won't cut it.


2. Frontman. if you are willing to practice your art naked, you must develop some dick control, the wind, and people jostling is not an excuse for a you becoming erect throughout the show. especially as my friend says -  "there's no thickening agent!"
oops will not cut it. 

NO BUNNY AS JOHN THE BAPTIST.




as for Kid Cuddles, well lets just say - she is quite compelling, and i can wait for that.