Yes, they’re people, and they have a relationship with tables. Can we get over it already?
Actually, someone already got over it. Namely, the band, because Eric has decided that his life, career and mental wellbeing were more important than allowing me and Maggie (of Baekma, New Blue Death, and Party Fears) to thrust our pelvises every time we heard “Ride With Me.”
Seriously, what could be more important than our beautiful pelvic thrusting? This is why I made Eric and Ethan the centre of one vein of Baekma‘s epic slash bandfic. It’s due out in November 2017, but I can give youse a quick sample here. Don’t tell anyone okay? I want to make sure no one steals my concept. I think I could get a meet with Danielle Steele from this.
It was a cold and stormy night. Ethan was alone for the first time in what felt like forever, but he welcomed it. He welcomed the rain and wind. It felt refreshing after all he had been through. The dark on the other hand, this was becoming a problem.
A solitary headlight exploded into existence in front of him. Eric’s motorcycle. It had to be. But how did Eric know?
“About time. You’re late,” Eric said, his damp cigarette barely clinging to life. To Ethan’s shocked look he replied “You know, you never give me enough credit.”
Ethan rushed into Eric’s arms. He had made his bed, and though the sheets were blood-stained, he knew he could lie in it a few nights more, at least.
If this doesn’t get me the Pulitzer, nothing will. (Read: Nothing will.)
As far as I know, Eric and Ethan formed the band like five years (like 35 expat years) ago. Then they got all depressed and moody or something and changed their name to Table People Suck. People seemed to agree with them, so they kept that name, but people just dropped the ‘suck’ because was too suggestive/defamatory after a night at FF.
But, let’s not remember the dark times. The band is dead, but the people live on. Eric will start an art colony back in Kansas City, which apparently is not really in Kansas, but kinda is. I’ll miss the sporadic conversations we had, which always made me think about things that became significantly important later on down the road. Like the meaning of community, and how to read when a group of drunk people is likely going to be moving on. No, like really. It’s a thing that needs knowing. He’s the drunk whisperer. But, not in a creepy way.
Ethan is amazing on guitar and pretty much everything pedal-wise. This is probably why he’s always in multiple bands. Except for right now. Because all his bands are dead except for Visuals, fronted by Ali Safavi, who you may know from Classy Wallet, Mountains, Colours, Platitudes, Adjectives, Shapes, Ranges, and Korindie’s personal favourite Musicians, and Jonathan Jacobson of Tierpark. I expect mediocre to great things from them in the near future. (Questionably negative reinforcement is my motivational strategy.)
Myoung is killer on bass, and is an all-around cool dude, especially since he’s totally becoming cool with me sticking a camera in his face all the time. This is especially important to me, as I use the camera to give myself validation while being around people who make actual creative content on a regular basis. Myoung, we need to hang out more. Make a new band and let me know.
Seoyeong was a bit shy in front of the camera as well at first, but I appreciate the smile I get every time I stick a camera in her face now. Take a look at this photo album for better examples. The scene above is a bit invasive, I know, but on a serious note, it captures a bit of the emotion of the night. People were sad. People were happy to be listening in the moment, and a wicked crazy 360 degree video came out of it, but people were still sad. Oh, and Seoyeong, we need to hang more. Make a new band and let me know.
I’ve only been in this community for a year or so, but I’ve met a lot of people and generally like the people I’ve met. However, as with all groups everywhere, there seems to be a culling season of sorts every few years. This is especially true with groups with a high expat population. Emotions were running a bit high that night as Table People have been around the longest out of anyone. Had.